“Fluke! Fluke! Are you alright? Hey Fluke!”

Somehow I opened my blurry eyes and saw Mike’s concerned face. He looked tensed and worried.

“Are you fine? Hey Fluke! Can you recognize me?” Mike was biting his fingernails in anxiety.

“I’m ok!” I consoled this worried soul. “But....”

“But what? Is something wrong? Are you having some problem? Where are you hurting?” Mike was again with his over anxious emotions.

“No...I’m good. But what happened to me? Why am I here inside the clinic? And why the hell my head hurts so much?” I asked as much I could in one go.

“Hugh! You don’t remember a thing? Is it because you got hit in your head? Will you forget everything now? Did you forget me? Oh no! What will happen now? Oh! ” Mike was spitting gibberish.

“Hey stop! I’m still recovering and my head is still aching a lot. By the way, coming to the point, who was that? Who hit me?” I asked Mike glaring at his face.

“It was someone from the 10th grade. He was playing basketball and somehow the ball bounced towards you and hit your head.”

“Really? Was I that unlucky today? Ouch! Ouch!” I touched the swollen area on my head. “It’s still paining a lot.”

“Shall we visit the hospital after school today?” Mike asked.

“No! I’m good. I’ll massage it with an ice pack at home. I don’t want to visit a hospital for this petty thing.” Saying this, I stood up.

“Hey! You should rest for a while. I’ll tell the teacher about you.” Mike supported me with his shoulder as I grabbed his arm to stand up.

“No! Let’s just go to class. I’ll get bored here.”

Crawling and dragging myself to the class, as I entered, a huge burst of laugher greeted me. I was confused, and so was Mike. We both looked at each other with confused faces.

“Fluke! Why did you come here? You should have rested for a while.” The teacher came near me.

“I’m fine now maam.” I looked at the boy who was sitting on the front seat of the first row. His face was looking scary.

"Ok! Go to your seats.” The teacher said.

As both of us proceeded to our seats, there was still giggle and chatter going on. Hesitatingly and confused, I sat on my seat and scanned the whole room. Those mates were still giggling and making faces at me. What the hell happened when I was not here? My mind was in chaos.

After the class got over and the teacher went out, the class was suddenly filled with giggles and laughter.

“Hey Fluke! What happened to you?” My bench mate asked me.

“I got hit by a ball while I was wandering near the basketball court. But why are they laughing so hard?” I again looked at those smiling faces.

“Didn’t you see your pants? What happened to it?” My bench mate giggled while saying that.

I directly looked below and saw a big stain on my pants. And that stain was just over my privates. FUC*! Anyone could assume that I peed. HOLY SHIT!!! I glanced at the front seat of the first row. The boy was still looking at me. I turned red.

Suddenly I stood up from my seat and shouted, “Hey it’s not what you guys think. I was holding my drink while I got hit on my head. The drink might have fallen on my pants and this is what it looks now.”

“Hey but it’s hilarious.” “Did you not notice it before?” “Hahaha! It looks so funny.” “Hey! You can borrow from the school.”

“No! No! I’m fine. I’ll just wash it off with water since only two classes are left now.” I peeked at that boy again.

Rubbing my head, I slowly went out to the washroom.

“Sheh! What a day!” I was embarrassed till the brim of my neck. Opening the tap, I pat my wet hands over my pants to rub off the sticky thing from the juice.

Suddenly out of nowhere someone pulled me aside. I was taken aback at the sudden gesture. But as I looked up at the figure near me, I was shocked again.

It was the same boy who was gazing at me from the first seat of the first row. It was...

“Max!” This was the only word that came from my mouth.

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“Why are you here?” I asked.

Max patted me on my head and asked, “Where did you get hurt?”

“Here!” I showed him the swollen area on my head.

“I’ve told you numerous times to be careful. Is it hurting much? I think you should go for a check-up.” Max was concerned. He started rubbing my bump carefully.

“I’m fine.” As I said those words, my eyes started scanning the whole washroom area.

“Stop moving your head. Let me see if it’s serious. Did it bleed?” He stretched his feet to peek onto my bump while I bent my head.

“Is there any blood clot?” I asked bending my head.

“No! But I still think you should visit a doctor or get some tests done.”

“I’m fine.” I raised my head and looked at him.

This pal standing straight in front of me looked very anxious and worried. He was Max Camaron. A school hunk who was loved and recognized my all. His robust body, plump arms and anime cut out face was way too fascinated by many. And the icing on the cake was that he was a football player. Apart from our school, many students, especially girls, flock up near the stadium whenever there’s a football match.

Many came and many are still lined up to be in a relation with him, but this buddy never seemed interested in them. He was only concerned about one person. And that person was~~~~~~~~

“Fluke!”

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“Fluke! Fluke! What are you thinking?”

Suddenly I came back to reality. I once again scanned the whole area and whispered, “Why are you here? Aren’t you afraid if someone sees us together?”

“I ....I....just came to give you this.” And he handed me a pant.

“Hugh! Where did you get that?” I took the pant from his hand and looked through it.

“I bought it from the council room.”

“ How? Did anyone see you?”

“There was no one in the room. By the way, did you forget that your boyfriend is the school Vice-President?” He suddenly smirked.

Instantly my eyes popped up. I looked left and right in panic. “Shhhh!” I placed my index finger onto my lips.

Yes, he was my boyfriend. We were in a relationship since two months. But we decided to keep it low. It was because we were just high schoolers and can’t afford to take this risk. Max’s parents were only concerned about his study so he can’t afford to get below his number 1 position. Moreover Max’s popularity was no joke. I was more afraid of the glares and heat lasers his fans and x-boyfriends would shoot at me if they learn about us. So both of us decided to keep this a secret.

“Change it. Wash the new pant and submit it tomorrow.” Max said and left the place deserted.