"GOOD MORNING, humans!"
The voice boomed through the classroom as Miss Viyanka entered with the energy of a Marvel villain mixed with a motivational speaker.
I stood frozen at the doorway, completely baffled.
Did she just call us... humans?
What kind of teacher does that? I mean, yeah—we are humans, but still. It felt weird. Savage, even.
"You can come in. Miss... Eyana, right?" she said, looking straight at me.
"Oh! Yes, yes. Good morning, Miss Viyanka."
"Good morning, child. I hope you don't mind me calling the class 'humans.'"
"Oh no, ma'am, it's alright," I replied awkwardly.
"Second row, fourth bench. Get seated."
As I walked toward my assigned seat, fate decided to trip me—literally. I bumped into what felt like a wall. A very muscular wall.
Turns out, it wasn't a wall. It was a student.
The impact jolted me, and I nearly fell flat on my face—but he caught me. By the waist.
Wait... waist?
What the actual—
I snapped. I yanked his hand off me and slapped him without a second thought.
Day one. First period. And I'd already caused a scene.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he yelled. "Are you blind or just stupid? I caught you potato! You would've face-planted and swollen up like a puffer fish if it weren't for me!"
Did he just call me a... potato?
And a puffer fish?!
"You dirty-ass pig!" I shouted. "How dare you call me that?!"
"ENOUGH!" Miss Viyanka's voice cut through the chaos like a sharp blade. "Avyaansh, Eyana—sit down. Now."
So that's his name—Avyaansh.
Nice name. Shame about the attitude. And the pig face.
"You're on another level," a voice beside me said.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I'm Tejal Saira, your deskmate for the next two years. Nice to meet you, Eyana."
"Nice to meet you too, Tejal. I'm Eyana Dhritya. I hope we get along well. By the way, where's our third deskmate? Aren't there three per bench?"
"Oh, she's busy fighting with Atharva," Tejal said casually.
"Who the hell is Atharva now?"
"You'll find out soon," Tejal smirked.
Just then, another girl turned around from the next row. "Hey, Eyana. I'm Jhanvi Mehnoor—sorry for the late intro."
"It's alright, Jhanvi. Nice to meet you—I'm Eyana. I hope we'll get along."
"First class: Mathematics," Tejal groaned.
Jhanvi sighed, "Here we go again..."
"Math? First thing in the morning?! Ugh!" I whined. "Why does it always have to be math that sucks my soul dry?"
"Totally agree," Tejal and Jhanvi said in unison.
"Alright, class, settle down. We've already wasted five minutes. Let's begin," Miss Viyanka snapped. "I'm Viayanka Rathore, your mathematics teacher. I did my graduation in Mathematics from Lady Shri Ram College, Delhi University, and completed my post-graduation from Harvard in 2023."
"Whoa," I whispered. "She's actually... impressive.
I know, right?" Tejal whispered. "She is something else."
"Alright, class," Miss Viyanka said, clapping her hands once. "Let's get started with our first chapter—SETS. It's an easy chapter, but it's also important, so don't even think about skipping it. Otherwise, you'll be staring at a big fat zero on your first-term report card. And don't come crying to me."
"Woah, Avyansh," Atharva teased with a grin. "She really put you in your place. Got humiliated in front of the whole class and didn't even fight back. Hilarious, isn't it?"
"Shut up, asshole," Avyansh snapped.
"I totally agree with you, my brother," Veeryansh chimed in, laughing.
"Hey, puffer fish, move your potato head. I can't see the board properly," Avyansh muttered from behind me.
I hissed under my breath, turned back slowly, and shot him a full-on side-eye. He just smirked like the smug little brat he was. God, he made my blood boil.
I clenched my jaw—or well, my cheeks. Let's be honest, I don't even have a jawline. Maybe he's not totally wrong about the potato thing. Ugh.
"Just ignore him," Jhanvi muttered beside me, keeping her voice low so the teacher wouldn't hear. "He thinks being hot gives him a license to be a jerk."
"I mean," I said, rolling my eyes, "he does look like he walked straight out of a protein shake commercial, but that doesn't excuse the pig energy."
Tejal giggled, trying to muffle her laugh. "Girl, you're savage."
"We're totally going to be best friends," Jhanvi grinned. "The trio."
Honestly, Miss Viyanka taught pretty well. Maybe I was too quick to judge her on my first day. She was actually more approachable than most of the teachers at my old school.
"Yeah," I murmured, glancing at her while she scribbled something on the board. "I got that vibe when I was standing at the door earlier.
Girl, you've really gotten yourself into a mess," Tejal said, raising an eyebrow.
"No way," Jhanvi added with a smirk. "She's totally going to make him pay for that attitude."
"Me?" I blinked, dumbfounded by whatever nonsense they were spouting.
"Ugh, fine. Let me break it to you—Avyansh is none other than our principal's son."
"WTF!" I exclaimed. "What did you just say, Tejal? Hah! You must be kidding. Don't mess with me like that."
"She's not joking," Jhanvi said, shaking her head. "You're really on another level, girl."
Shit. I was doomed. First the embarrassing fall, and now this? Why me, God?
As the class ended, Avyansh walked past me and pulled my hair—and if there's one thing I hate, it's people touching my hair. This guy is literally going to die by my hands. I swear, either he lives or I do. Dumbass pig.
"Hey, Potata," he called out. "You're really proving you're a puffer fish when you're pissed off." He laughed to himself. "She's different from the others," he muttered. "It'll be fun to bully her."
"Let's go, Veeryansh, Atharva. It's games period. Woohoo!" he shouted.
At the ground, Avyansh gathered his teammates. "We have to win today. No matter what. Got it?"
"Yes, Avyansh! We've got to win today!" the team responded in unison.
"Tejal," I whispered, "who are we competing against?"
Jhanvi chimed in before Tejal could respond. "Section B boys."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"It's kind of like a tradition," she said. "Our class and Section B have been rivals for, like, sixteen years, right?"
"Yup," Jhanvi nodded. "It's been sixteen years of nonstop competition... and our class always wins." She smirked.
The match began. Basketball.
"Who's that guy with the straight hair and soft waves in the front?" I asked, watching the players warm up.
"Oh, that's Sidharth Arora—Section B's top player. His father is the CEO of Arora Foundations," Tejal explained.
"What the actual fuck?" I muttered. "Arora Foundations? Damn. These people are rich AF."
Avyansh made the first basket. I had to admit, he really was good.
Atharva and Veeryansh weren't bad either—they were seriously strong on the court. But then, just as Atharva was about to score, Sidharth intercepted the ball and took the shot for his team.
Avyansh's jaw clenched. He got pissed and turned up the heat.
He played with focus—mindfully, strategically. On the final play, our eyes locked. I held my breath. The ball almost missed, but him being the confident, experienced player he was... he nailed it.
"Well played, Avyansh," I whispered under my breath.
Girls from our class—and even other sections—rushed over to congratulate the three heartthrobs of our school. I stood there quietly, unsure what I was even thinking. I hadn't realized my eyes were locked on Avyansh... until he walked over, flicked my forehead, and said:
"Still staring at me, Potato Head?"
Avyansh's POV
Everyone was busy cheering us on for the win, but she—that new girl, the puffer fish—kept staring like I was some sort of Greek god. Not that she's wrong. I mean, I am ridiculously handsome.
I walked up to her and flicked her head.
"Why are you admiring me so hard, Potato? I know I'm good-looking, but don't get obsessed. You'll lose your mind."
Smirking, I turned and walked off with the boys to change out of our sportswear.
Eyana's POV
"Ow! What the hell are you doing, Avyansh?" I snapped.
"Aren't you admiring me, puffer fish? I'm too handsome—I get it. Just don't fall too hard," he said.
Admiring?! Handsome?! My foot, pig-ass!
How dare he flick my head like that? Oh, he's so dead. I swear, I'm going to make him regret ever calling me a potato.
"Well, well, well... look at the lovebirds already fighting on their first day," Tejal and Jhanvi said in perfect sync.
Lovebirds? My ass. And seriously—why are those two always in sync?
And just like that, the second period ended.
Third period: English.
"Ugh, this teacher is such a bitch," Tejal muttered as we sat down.
Jhanvi nodded. "Right? Total attention-seeker. Always flirting with the guys—especially those three dumbasses."
"Wait—like, is she a pick-me woman?" I asked, unsure if I was using the right term.
Tejal grinned. "Bingo. You nailed it."
Jhanvi added, "You know she almost got into a thing with a senior last year?"
"Oh yeah," Tejal said. "Aarav. English ma'am used to hit on him constantly. But he already had a girlfriend, and when she found out, she told his parents about it."
"What the actual hell? This school is like a soap opera," I whispered.
Just then, the English teacher walked in.
"GOOD MORNING, CLASS!"
"Good morning, ma'am," the class echoed.
"I'm Samiksha Srivastava, your English teacher," she introduced herself. "I graduated from Mother Teresa College. I hope we get along well."
Not bad, I thought. She had curly hair, darker skin—not that it matters, obviously—but she wasn't nearly as stunning as Viyanka ma'am, our math teacher. That's probably why she's so jealous of her. Even Jhanvi admitted, "If I were her, I'd be jealous too."
Class started, but ma'am seemed more focused on chatting with the boys than actually teaching. I tried to ignore it... until Avyansh yanked my hair from behind.
That was it.
I stood up and slapped him. Hard.
The entire class went silent. Even Avyansh looked shocked—like, literally stunned.
"Don't mess with me, Avyansh. Or I'll make you forget whose son you are," I snapped.
Yes, I said that. Holy shit. Did I just say that?
Avyansh slowly stood up, still processing the slap.
"You'll make me forget who I am?" he said, furious. "Who do you think you are, Potato?"
"Don't you dare call me that again, pig-ass!" I shouted.
"Enough!" Samiksha ma'am yelled. "Avyansh! Eyana! Stop it—NOW. Eyana, stand up and get out of my class. You're making a mess on your first day."
"Why should I leave? I didn't do anything wrong!" I argued.
"Don't talk back, Eyana! Do as you're told," she snapped.
Fuming, I grabbed my bag and stormed out of class.
First day of school, and I was already outside the classroom... because of that pig-ass Avyansh. My blood was boiling.
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