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at my idea. ‘Look, I am the group leader and I was responsible for sending the names to sir,’ she had now started tapping her finger vigorously on her laptop, ‘and I will not accept that I did something wrong.’
    Diya had really started to piss me off. Little Miss Perfect.
    ‘Fine then. Let Eshaan be the leader then. He will accept the mistake,’ I said.
    ‘Yes, I will do it,’ Eshaan said.
    She looked angry now, her nostrils were flaring and her eyes were bloodshot. I guessed she had burst a nerve or two inside. I wanted to step back a little. Just in case.
    ‘Why?’ She said, ‘
I
did all the work and what if sir asks questions? I will not put the whole group at risk just for
you
.’
    I was almost shocked at how nerdy and headstrong this girl was. I did not know what to say.
    ‘C’mon, Diya,’ Eshaan said.
    ‘
What?
I just won’t allow it. Now, if you are done, we have to revise,’ she said and looked away from us.
    ‘You know what?’ I said and she looked at me. ‘You can take the project and shove it up your tight ass for all I care.’
    I cannot say I was not scared as I said that. It looked like she would throw her laptop at my face. Thankfully, she did not. I did not want my face to get any uglier. I walked away. As I strode outside the class, I could hear Diya shout at Eshaan and tell him what a horrible guy I was. I did not care. Well, the others in the group just asked,
‘Who is he? Never seen him in class!’



Chapter Five
    A little later, we all sat in the class, and she was still right there. Her nostrils still looked like caves and the big eyes behind those spectacles looked at me as if they were trying to blow me up. She had a striking resemblance to the lizard on the ceiling that watched me just as she did.
    ‘So, what do we have lined up for today?’ the professor asked. He was younger and he definitely looked sharper than the other professors who taught us.
    ‘Project presentations,’ one of the students said. I have never understood
these
students. Why do they have to go ahead and remind teachers that they had to screw us?
    ‘I am glad you remember them,’ he said. ‘I went through all of them. How do you guys think you did in your projects?’ he asked very harmlessly.
    The answers ranged from
okay
to
good
to
could-have-been-better
. I looked at Diya with a cold stare although her eyes were stuck on the professor. Freaking nerd girl.
    ‘Good? Excellent?’ he said, smiling. ‘
PATHETIC!
Just
pathetic
!’ he shouted suddenly.
    I had always considered that my ears were impervious to any nonsense from teachers and professors, but this professor was loud. Windows shattered, guys pissed in their pants and people broke out of their daydreams.
    ‘Do you call
those
unformatted pieces of shit
presentations
? I cannot believe this is the state of affairs at one the most prestigious graduate colleges in India. No wonder you guys never make it to management colleges and those students from engineering colleges do.
DISGRACEFUL!
’
    He started to hurt where it hurt the most. No commerce student wanted to be compared to an engineering student and be told that he or she was less intelligent or brainy.
    ‘But, sir,’ Diya interrupted, ‘we—’
    ‘Diya, right?’ he said. ‘You think
you
did any better? All you did was copy-paste from websites. Only numbers! Where was the analysis? I asked for a study. What did you think your numbers meant?
Who
all were in the group with you? Stand up,’ he shouted.
    Everyone in the group stood up, and I stood up too. I wanted to add salt to Diya’s wounds. I wanted to make it worse for her. I wanted to stomp on her. Bloody
lizard
. The professor looked at all of us. He counted. The veins in his eyes had turned red and thick in anger.
    ‘Eight of you?’ he said. ‘Wasn’t I clear enough that one group wouldn’t have more than seven people, Diya? You were the group leader, right?
Terrible
.’
    ‘Sir,’ her voice was now not even half as