Yes I Am On My Periods

          Ch 1(THE DOOM AT MY SERVICE)

" Noo...." , I shouted at the top of my voice as I read the name of my partner on the school chat group for the upcoming literature contest being held at our school. 

This can't be happening to me, Miraj, the school jock, the playboy and in my books " a literal good for nothing" will be the one I would need to prepare for the contest with.

Being at the final year of our school this contest is of high importance as we will receive extra credit for it that will be a great help for our future to be accepted in our choice of university. 

Not that I needed it much, I'm already top student, but still it can't hurt to be on the safe side and this can also help me to be able to ask for leave at the end of the month and do some extra shift at my part time to scrap a little extra money in my pocket. Future security guys.

But nope this is going to doom all my plans. 

"Please please please, let it be my own imagination. Please...." , muttering to myself in much louder voice than needed I reread the names almost ten times hoping it to magically get transform in another name but nope how could this be possible doom's already at my service. 

Taking a deep breath I steadied myself and decided to peak a look at my topic ignoring the hateful and unbelievable glare of classmates.

And nearly jumped out of my seat receiving a sharp flick of chalk piece right at my forehead thrown by the professor. 

Damn!

Was the only thought that came to my mind as I looked up into the angry, fire shooting eyes of the professor and realised I was immersed in myself right in middle of a very important lecture.

Professor Bakshi , a real nutcase. He is known to throw the students out of his class for the most stupid reasons like, loud breathing or ugly face. He is rumoured to be thirty but appeared  around fifty years of age, gray hair , wrinkly face and slumped shoulders. 

                   He wore an un-tucked gray shirt and black baggy pants one could easily find in the old time bollywood movies wore specifically by villians.

          Hell! Mentally preparing some good excuse, I stood up staring intently  in his dark brown eyes. 

I's sure he would give me atleast one chance to justify , afterall this is my first mistake in his class. I deserve atleast this much.

"Out", he shouted. 

Before I'd utter even a single word he smashed all my hopes.

Knitted eyebrows, face turned into an ugly scowl , I glared at the professor literally throttling him in my imagination . Packing up my stuff I took the liberty of being extra slow. I don't know what's wrong with me but I , I just really like really wanted to irritate him to death. He spinned around to look at me one more time and the look on his face was what snapped me out of my stupid angry mode.

"what the hell! I'm such an idiot. I'm pissing the person who holds my future in his hand. My grades are what I live for"

Were my only thoughts when I, hurriedly picking up my remaining stuff I nearly sprinted out of the door but not before knocking off the professor's table, his chalks ,books went flying in one direction while his bag in another as I made contact with the floor on full flat stomach.

" wow, just wow. I don't want to get up. I wish the death fairy to just come and grab my soul right here, right now "

Thumping my head lightly on the hard concrete floor.

Everything and everyone was dead silent while I's still on the floor face hidding with my two hands. The silence was worryingly scary. The kind of caln we experience before the storm.

And then it happened,

"You crazy girl", the thunderous voice of professor filled the room and then it started, the laughter. The entire class was laughing and hooting at the top of their voice.  I risked a peek in professor's direction and to my horror I saw him holding two pieces of what must have been his laptop a few minutes ago.

Eyes large to the size of saucers, my nose burned in the frigid air. Lungs seemed to magically turned vaccum as I started taking deep breathes. The welcoming rays of morning sun peeking through the closed window panes was now irritating me and I squinted against the reflecting sun as I slowly stood up.

As I stood there head down , arms joined behind my back, waiting for the scolding to began.

" Explain ".

"Sir....I...Sir" I quivered as my hands started to shiver.

Ok Niharika, you can do this. You're bloody damn top student of this school. Viva' s are your forte. So please explain yourself. 

Mentally motivating myself I decided to give it another shot.

" I ....sir...." I said, inexorably tumbling towards total paralysis. 

Straining my brain real hard. But no words came out. I just stood there like an imbecile . Suddenly the floor beneath and my shoes were so interesting that I gave them my full attention. 

"Come and See me after school in the staff room" he said in somewhat unbelievably calm voice that. This actually scared the shit out of me. 

 As I'm about to leave , an idea occurred to me,

 I am already being punished, why not let off some steam and make something good out of it.

So, before stomping out of the class, I looked over at the back row where that jerk usually sit and as soon as I saw him sitting peacefully , looking straight at me. That surprised me.

Well but it's for better. Turing my lips upward in a disgusting sneer, I mouthed

" Asshole" 

Taking him by surprise and as a final blow threw the famous finger in his direction before making a smooth exit this time.

             Ch-2(THE WORST DAY EVER)

Tiny speck of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the large windows of the old and dusty library. 

   Sitting at her usual spot by the window, the entire being of Sia was illuminated as she ruffled through the pages of her journal.

She didn't even realized it was already lunch time. Smiling now and then while creating her fictional world, her pen moved flawless and ceaseless. 

Closing her eyes, her eyebrows knitted together while her grip on her pen tightening,humming like a lone bird smile slowly crawled back, lightening her features once again.

Putting down her pen, she picked up her journal right in front of her. Her nose almost touching the pages easily able to smell the deep fragrance of these old pages, she stood up to get a book for a little help. 

But as soon as she looked sideways she halted. 

Holy fuck.

The school jock,the guy she bestowed with her middle finger. The start and the reason of her misery was sitting at the far corner in one the chair, his head down on the large table bag thrown carelessly on the ground. 

She stared, immobilized. When did he arrived?

And more importantly why? Approaching him with slow deliberate steps, she found him asleep. 

His expression was distorted. Brows knitted with a stoic look, quivering eye lids. Instinctively she stroked his forhead, circling bull's eye with her thumb. 

Slowly , slowly his ragged breathing returns to normal and tranquility spreads on his face.

As she's about to retrieve her hand, he held it. Strongly in his grip. Niharika froze. Her breathing stopped, cautiously she stared hard at his eyes, searching for any trace of fake sleep but couldn't. 

And then , I yelped un pain. He bit me, this jerk had the audacity to bit me. Beyond furious , I really wanted to strangle him, if only I'd both my arms free.

I don't know why but I didn't want to disturb his sleep. The dark circles under his eyes were ready to touch the ground.

Begrudgingly, stretching,I looked at the clock. 

Hell, it was way past the lunch time. 

I deliberated over whether or not to wake him up but finally decided against it. I was at a total loss. Not interested in showing up for classes and face the crowd , I decided to catch on some sleep myself. 

Closing my pile of worksheets, heaps of papers and my journal from one hand and setting up alarm for the last lecture, first I picked up his bag from the ground ,dusting it, I placed it carefully over mine and then taking the seat right next to him , I led my head down, facing the other direction. 

Little did I know, it will be one of the worst decision of my life. 

          Ch-3(The untamed rumours )

I woke up as the morning sun hit my face squarely, squinting in the brightness of the beautiful rays sweeping in through the large windows. 

Slowly I opened my eyes,