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JAZIEL’S POV


SpicySugarLovesSleep
β€œLife is a helicopter. I don’t know how to operate a helicopter.” - Sent 21:35.

DramaTomatogoldenpotato
"What happened, babe? Do you want to ride in a helicopter? - Received 21:35.

BlueEyesHypnotise
β€œJaz, aren’t you studying? Why are you sending these messages? Focus on your studies!” - Received 21:36.

Maybe because umm...I guess..I don’t want to?
Should I text that? Naah, I’ll get an earful from her then.

I laughed at Kyle’s text.
Ride in a helicopter? A huge smile formed on my face reading this.

We all had the same names for each other saved in our phones. And the same was our usernames in the group chat.

I had named him DramaTomatogoldenpotato because well, during our first year, I was extremely mad at him because first he ate my burger and then my chocolates too and that also, my favourite ones that I had gotten from India.

What can a girl do except get mad at that time?
And I wanted to get back at him so the closest thing placed to me was a red tomato, we’ll more like the closest vegetable or is it a fruit?
I’ve read somewhere that scientifically tomato is a fruit but if we see it’s purpose for trade and commerce, it’s a vegetable.

Poor Tomato.
He must have been so confused.

I sighed internally.
Oh wait....I was telling something, yeah about DramaTomatogoldenpotato, yes so when I ran after him, the closest thing I could grab was a tomato so smashed the poor fruit or vegetable or whatever right on his face.

My poor DramaQueen....tsk tsk.
At that moment, I named him DramaTomato but then GoldenPotato popped itself in my brain and I thought, wow! I’m such a genius.

And Tada!
There goes your name, DramaTomatogoldenpotato.

Now Lyla got her name BlueEyesHypnotise because of a really funny and stupid incident. So me being an Indian, and that also from North India, I listened to Punjabi songs.

And when there are Punjabi songs, how can you miss Honey Singh?
As I was listening to his song, Blue Eyes one day, Lyla also heard it when she came over and I don’t know how or why but she ended up loving that song without even understanding most parts of it.

And that became her jam song. She would sing it whenever and wherever she liked to. So when we went to our friend’s party in the second year, and somehow this song was being played and drunk Lyla is embarrassing Lyla. She immediately went all fired up when this song came up and I had to say this with great sympathy, she climbed up on the table and pretended that the long candle like chandelier that was attached to the ceiling was her pole and then twerked to this song.

God, I still remember that day so vividly. I had to literally drag her out of the party and during that unbearable process, she even gave me many scratches on my arms and shoulders and all that for what?
Just because I didn’t let her embarass herself?

Tsk tsk.

And then there comes the precious and beautiful me, SpicySugarLovesSleep.
Isn’t that such a nice name?

Yeah?
Don’t you dare agree to it and say yes!

It’s not a nice name. Fuck.
It’s a stupid, idiotic name.

The reason behind it is even more silly.
Okay, so I love chocolates but I have always distanced myself from cakes, maybe because I ate cakes too much as a kid and now I don’t like them?
I don’t know but I just stopped liking cakes. I only eat the homemade ones that Kyle makes and he knows it, taking full pride in the said fact. He almost had to force me to eat it the first time he made chocolate cake and as I said I never liked cakes so even homemade ones were included in that but god knows what magic did Kyle do that I actually ended up loving cakes baked by him.

I guess, I mean maybe it was the change in taste after so many years of not eating that fluffy substance or maybe he really put some magic potion in his cake.
I don’t know but whatever it was I ended up liking it.

But still I don’t eat much of them and it’s also kind of good because I’ve heard cakes lead to increase in fat on the body and no, I don’t want that. I love my sexy body too much to ruin it.

I had already experienced it once when I was teenager and kept on eating junk food without caring about my body forgetting that our body also needs utmost care and affection.
I had the worst case of acne and dark spots and even got belly fat.
My mother always told me to take care of my body but I never listened to her. But after finally experiencing the results of my carelessness,I got my shit together and got to work, to undo all the fucking damage I’ve done to my body.

And you know, it wasn’t because I wanted to impress anyone or something because many people assume that the ony reason you would ever work on your body is because you have someone to impress.
Fuck shit, no! That was definitely not the case and I’m pretty sure many would relate to that. We ourselves don’t feel good when our body is not good, like for sweet chocolate’s sake, it’s our body. Why would we only want to take care of it just to show off to someone else?

I did it because I hated myself like that. Taking care of my skin, my hair and overall of myself, it made me happy, it made me feel productive and to be honest, I love that feeling.

So anyhow as I said, I’m not much of a fan of cakes but still on my birthday during my first year here, Kyle made a cake for me.

It was so sweet of him, right?

You all must be thinking that. Well, don’t.
Don’t think like that and first listen to the full story.

That cake, that fucking cake was not chocolaty or sweet at all.
He added fucking spices to it.
Yes, Spices!!!

God! I hated that cake.
And his highness’ explanation was and I quote, " babe, what happened? I thought you loved spices so see, I did this specially for you. You told me you loved cakes as a kid and now you love spices so why not mix them both and give you the perfect birthday gift? You love it, right?”

He even went as far as to explain how I do look like sugar, innocent and kind but I’m actually spicy inside, fierce and hotheaded.

Uh....well he wasn’t much wrong though but anyways.
I do know one thing for certain, that was he getting back at me for the tomato incident so I had let this one slide.

Plus, me being me and my true one love being sleep, Kyle thought it’s so fucking great to add one’s true love in their name and that’s how ladies and gentlemen, I got my name, SpicySugarLovesSleep.

And today am I , here at the library, trying to change my future with full motivation to study all night and day and work hard and make my parents proud!

I’m sure that was what I wanted in the first place when I stepped into the library this evening but now all that is gone.

Scratch that.
It went away after only five minutes of studying.
And yeah, I know you all might be thinking that hey, it takes atleast five minutes to take the books out so when did you even study?

So yes, even before I took the books out, motivation already left me heartbroken. That’s why I say never trust motivation, she can leave any time she wants, without even caring about you.

Poor me.
Pouting slightly, I took my phone in my hands and pressing the sensor pad, I unlocked it.

BlueEyesHypnotise
β€œJaz, you better study. Want me to come over?” - Received 21:40.

DramaTomatogoldenpotato
β€œYeah, let’s do this. We’ll come over.”
- Received 21:41.

SpicySugarLovesSleep
β€œNaah, guys. Let me just suffer in my life full of misery.” - Sent 21:42

BlueEyesHypnotise
β€œBabe!” - Received 21:43

DramaTomatogoldenpotato
β€œBabe....” - Received 21:43

SpicySugarLovesSleep
β€œπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚β€

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Flipping the pages, I sighed, probably for the thousandth time this evening.

To be honest, it’s not like I didn’t want to do study, I did but I don’t know I just never felt interested enough to do this accountancy subject.

I mean yeah sure, finance and everything is important in today’s world and accountancy is an essential or in my case, more like a backup to get a job in the corporate world.

I could not understand a single thing.

SpicySugarLovesSleep
β€œAm I finishing my degree or is my degree finishing me?” - Sent 22:30.

DramaTomatogoldenpotato
β€œYour degree is finishing you *wink* *wink*” - Received 22:30.

Wow!
Not even a second after, his reply came.
Is he on his phone all the time?
Well, that’s Kyle for you.

SpicySugarLovesSleep
β€œWere you on your phone all the time?”
- Sent 22:31.

DramaTomatogoldenpotato
β€œYup. I knew you would text again *cheeky grin*” - Received 22:31.

SpicySugarLovesSleep
β€œWhy can’t you just use emojis?”
- Sent 22:32.

DramaTomatogoldenpotato
β€œBecause I don’t want to..duh.”
- Received 22:32.

BlueEyesHypnotise
β€œJaz, did you complete your assignment?”
- Received 22:32.

Fuck. Which assignment?
I don’t recall any. Well, whichever assignment it was, I don’t remember it so let’s just go with...oops?

SpicySugarLovesSleep
β€œUh-oh....oops!” - Recieved 22:35.

DramaTomatogoldenpotato
β€œBabe, it was your accountancy assignment.β€œ- Received 22:35.

Oh, I remember that now. It was given by Mrs. Negi day before yesterday.

Shit. That means I have to submit it tomorrow.
God! Why do you hate me so much?
Why didn’t you just let me remember that there was an assignment to complete?!

And now, that it’s almost midnight, why did you have to make me remember it now? Why?!
Couldn’t you have just let me be forgetful about it so that I wouldn’t have to go through the worry and the stress that I am going through right now?

Ughhhh......you should be more careful god from now on.

Now, I’m just gonna not think about it, means I’m gonna pretend I don’t know anything about the assignment and then I can finally fucking sleep peacefully.

I’m fucking tired and I need my beauty sleep.

SpicySugarLovesSleep
β€œShut up! I don’t want to remember that!”
- Sent 22:36.

BlueEyesHypnotise
β€œLeave that. Did you complete one chapter atleast?” - Received 22:36.

Hooplahooplahooo
I did nothing till now. What am I going to say to her?

I took a deep breath.
It’s okay, Jaziel. You can do it. You can tell her that you did nothing till now and what more can she do anyways?
She has already taken my precious wattpad from me.

SpicySugarLovesSleep
β€œUm..will you get mad if I say no?”
- Sent 22:38

BlueEyesHypnotise
β€œI’m coming there.” - Received 22:38.

DramaTomatogoldenpotato
β€œMe too! We’ll have fun.” - Recieved 22:39.

SpicySugarLovesSleep
" *FACEPALMING MYSELF* ” - Sent 22:39.

What should I do now? I can’t have them coming here. They’ll force me to study all night and I don’t want that.

My precious and beautiful sleep must be waiting for me.
Don’t worry, I’m coming to you, my sleep.

Should I ask someone to complete my assignment for me?
But it’s already too late.
And I really don’t have any of the nerds’ number except Amy.

Amy. Yes, Amy. Why didn’t I think of it before?
I distinctly remember calling her yesterday to send me the solutions by today morning but she didn’t.

Quickly dashing out my phone out of my pocket, I opened my contact list and searched for her number.

Amy.
My fingered hovered over the text icon.
I really don’t know how if she would be awake right now or how long would she take to respond to my texts.

Usually, she takes about half a day to respond back but as long as I get what i nedd, I don’t say anything to her.

She has become like a friend to me from these past few months since she started helping me out.
We hang out sometimes during class or even outside the class when we gets a free period. She’s a nice girl with her shiny blonde hair and pale complexion and blue eyes. A typical angel like appearance. I like her but sometimes, she’s just too forgetful, always forgetting to send one or the other assignment to me.

Deciding to just call her, I pressed my thumb on the telephone icon and it started to ring in a few seconds.

β€œPick up, pick up, pick up!” I chanted against the phone.

β€œHello.” Came a feminine voice from the other side which I soon recognised to be of Amy’s.

β€œHey, actually I’m calling to ask for that accountancy solutions. Could you-”
I requested her but she already cut me off before I could even complete my sentence.

β€œOh yes, I’m sorry, Jaziel. I forgot to send you before. Wait... I’ll send you in a minute.”

β€œYeah, no. It’s alright. Just send them as quickly as you can.” I assured her before hanging up.

I sighed a breath of relief.
Finally, I could go to my sleep without any stress.

Sleep, here I come.

β€œJaziel, we are here!”
Lyla’s voice could be heard from outside.
β€œMe too, babe!”

Of course, I know, Kyle. You are here too.
But what I want to know is why the heck are you here?!

I quickly packed my bag and went out to meet them.

They both were standing against Lyla’s black cadillac.
Kyle had a bright smile formed on his face the moment he saw me coming but Lyla, uh-oh, she had a scary expression.

God! Why do you hate me so much?
Now, can’t this poor baby get a good night’s sleep?!

I huffed internally and walked lazily over to them.
Kyle quickly came running towards me and embraced me in his arms.
β€œYou must be so tired. Let’s get you home safely so you can be with the love of your life.” He playfully grinned at me.

And yes, if you all are wondering, the love of my life is ...my sleep.

β€œYes, of course. Why not? Her highness doesn’t know anything except sleeping, right?”

Listening to her irritated voice, I looked up at her. She had her lips pursed in a thin line.
β€œNever completing her assignments, always wasting each and every minute of the day. And now she wants to sleep, great!”
Lyla’s words were harsh, I would admit that. And I really didn’t need that at this time of the night when I’m completely exhausted.

Many people have said many things about me but I never bothered with them.
For me, the thing matters only if the person related to it also matters.

And except my parents, Lyla and Kyle were the ones that mattered the most to me. And I hated seeing the disappointment in Lyla’s eyes because of me.

It was the same as the one in my parents’ eyes.
My eyes welled up with tears but I quickly turned my head away but still those traitorous tears came flowing down my cheeks.
β€œLy, don’t worry. I’ll do better next time.”

I had hoped for my voice to come out steady but it betrayed me in the end and Kyle on noticing that, quickly turned me around and pulled my head upon his chest, softly whispering in my ear,
β€œIt’s alright, babe. She didn’t mean it.”

But that’s where you are wrong, Kyle. She did mean it.

Although, I didn’t dare to voice my thoughts out.
I know I’ve troubled Lyla enough. She always trying to help me so I could be the top of my class but I couldn’t even pass a fucking mid term test.

I could hear Lyla clearing her throat.
β€œYou didn’t even do the assignment, Jaz. Tell me, how in the fucking world are you going to graduate or if you are going to graduate?!”

Kyle tried to shush her with his fingers but I broke apart from his embrace and faced Lyla.

On seeing my tear stricken face, a look of guilt flashed on her face.
β€œJaz, I...”

I just gave her a small smile in return before turning towards Kyle and then looking at them both.
β€œLet’s go, shall we?

*

*

*

It was forty five minutes before we reached a posh looking society, lush green lawns adorned in front of each mansion.

The dragon fountain was still working. I have loved looking at that fountain.
From three of its sides, it looked exactly like a dragon with big wings but if you look at it from a little above, like from the top floor of a nearby mansion and look at the back of the dragon fountain, you will see it looks like a beautiful angel from there, with her huge, pretty wings, pouring water to the green life around her.

A lane of well maintained mansions could be soon seen and in a matter of just fifteen minutes, the black cadillac stopped in front of a vintage styled mansion but with modern touch in it’s every aspect.

The peach coloured walls looked all clean and neat with not a single sight of ivy on it.

The huge black gates were surrounded by small plants on both the sides.
It was a short path from the gates to the entrance.

And in two minutes, we reached the tiled floor at the entrance. I rang the doorbell.

The huge mahogany wooden doors opened after a few seconds and soon I saw the familiar old face.

β€œHi! Aunt Ashcroft.”
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