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Anjali stepped back and right on his foot. “Sorry” she had said without looking at his face.
    “You should be.” Dev was curt as usual. When she ignored him, he mumbled, “Sick!”
    “What did you call me?” Anjali turned to face him. Now he looked the other way without speaking.
    “What Dev? You don’t have guts to speak your nonsense to my face? Afraid I may say something to highlight you?” Anjali was provoking him. She succeeded.
    “No. Girls like you can highlight boys like me, but can’t face the facts. So buzz off to your highlighted friend.” Dev was angry.
    “Listen Dev; if you and your friends are such duds at studies don’t be jealous. And don’t bad mouth any of my friends without knowing what really happened. You may feel sorry for what you have said.” Anjali was only defending me as she was already feeling low from letting me take the full blame that day.
    Now Dev was curious and when she paid and left the canteen counter he followed her and stopped her midway. “Tell me what happened?” Anjali looked at his face. He was clearly not going to take no for an answer and so after five minutes of sharp dialogue she told him the entire truth of how I had taken the fall. She left, as I was waiting in the stands and the match was about to begin. Dev left as he had to tell Kabir who was also waiting for the match to begin.
    The match began. Kabir was amazing and we all cheered for him. We won, not only the match. For us it was another victory. We were friends again that day. I knew that when after scoring the final victorious basket, Kabir looked at me. All were patting him and he just looked at me. I knew he had forgiven me, and he knew I had forgiven him back.

CHAPTER-8
    T o make a long story short, Kabir and I reconciled later. He apologized and so did I. He was amazed at my patience and restrain at loading such stuff on me and I was amazed that he passed his compartments as all he was seen doing was practice ball.
    Amid the matches, I began lending him my notes again and even demanding he finish his studies on time. I don’t know why but I quite easily forgot my resolution to stay away from him. Anjali kept reminding me but it was of no use. By the end of August, I was helping Kabir full time after school while waiting for the bus.
    “What is this Kabir? Look at your handwriting! It’s worthless to be able to write but write so poor. And why are your geography notes incomplete?” I retorted one day. We were sitting on the steps of the basketball court. Kabir was copying English answers from my already checked notebook.
    “Sorry. I will do it tonight.”
    “What all will you do in one night?”
    “Loads can be done in one night babe! Earth turns around in a night.” Kabir smiled flirtingly at me.
    “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m serious Kabby! You have to really have the desire to work in class. Most of the time you are busy doodling with Dev. You better stop or I will stop lending my stuff to you. Now I hope you remember there is a class test tomorrow, of Chemistry. You better study, as I will ask you tomorrow in class.”
    “Yes madam . . . now draw that biology diagram in my file. You know I am poor at it.” Kabir continued copying from my register.
    “Poor is an understatement!” I looked at him and we both giggled. He was horrible at drawing!
    The next day was eventful. When I asked Kabir questions in the zero period he fumbled with the answers. Clearly he had not prepared. All he did was change seats and sit with me.
    “What is wrong with you? Does it not bother you to score a zero every time? It’s so shameful Kabir.” I was really upset. After all the hard work I had put in with him I was expecting some change in the boy.
    “Chill Riya, it’s just a class test man!”
    I really got angry and said, “Get up. I don’t want you sitting here. Go!”
    He stood up banged the chair and left. But when the exam began he changed his seat to his favourite one, next to mine but in