The StarKids Academy

5| The New Beginning

Skanda Bharti's POV



'I am sorry, K. Why don't you hear me out? At least give me a chance to explain. I didn't mean to-'

'Cheat on me? Yeah! I totally get it. You just happen to bring a creature with a v****a inside this shady apartment and pound on her. It was totally unintentional and so unlike you. I totally f*****g get it, my Pixie-boo.' I help the bewildered man with vocabulary along with a pinch of sarcasm who gapes at me aghast. He didn't expect this to come. It is the rudest I have ever been with him, but again, I don't get cheated on daily.

How am I supposed to behave in such situations?

His expressions are guilt-ridden, still, it does nothing to melt my heart. I knew this man better than anyone else. Although it hurts a little bit, I was way over him before I stepped foot in the apartment. It has been so long I can take his s**t. And now I am done! Moreover, I still have Shawn's marks all over me to remind me of the commitment I have made with myself.

'I wouldn't be an easy call anymore. I wouldn't be his toy that he can play with when he is lonely, horny or hungry. If he wants me, he better earn me or say goodbye for once and forever.'

Almost everyone I knew has told me one time or another to leave this guy for one too many reasons.

Pixie is the major reason for me being kicked out of the house and having a drift with my parents in the first place. They never liked Pixie and me dating for some reasons and now I can see why. He and I can never be together. In fact, he and anyone can never be a thing for real.

In my dad's words, Pixie is just a self-centered bastard who prefers living in his dream. He is a selfish brat, maybe which is why even his family cannot stand him. Of course, I am not going to tell him all of it and become a b***h. I will just silently leave him on his own and start my life over.

I have wasted enough of my life, living a fantasy that doesn't belong to me. I will move on. Slowly, the pain will subside down too. Love isn't real! If it is, it can never be with Pixie.

Pixie is the type of guy who is all talk and no reality. We can never have a future and it was as clear as crystal from the very beginning. It's a shame that it has taken me more than four years to realize that. I was way too naive to understand his tricks, but not anymore.

I mentally thank Therese for inviting me to the Party. I have started to see things from a different angle ever since I have come back.

'Please, don't put it that way, Princess. It's...It's…It was an accident. I can explain. I will. Please, give me a chance. I will never ever do that again. I promise that. Trust me! I love you. You are my everything-'

'And yada, yada, yada! It's the third time I have found you with a woman in four years, Pix. And you always end up giving the same pathetic shitty speech. Will you mind telling me how this is supposed to be an accident? Had that girl stumbled upon your d**k my accident? Did you dig up that hole by chance? How can 'having s*x with a random woman while having a girlfriend' be an accident? I want to hear you explain. Come on, explain, baby. Go ahead tell me...tell me, how you lost your balance while your morning jog and ended up penetrating her cunt. Or was it her? I wonder how your hands were cupped around her t**s? Was she searching for something on her fours and you happened to fall on her? Tell me all about it! It would be hilarious to listen to it.'

I huff, putting my half-eaten sandwich on the table with a bang. I am shaking with anger now. The audacity of the man! How can someone be so shameless is beyond me?

Pixie shakes his head with a defeated sigh. He is speechless. For a minute or longer, he just stands there and looks at me, maybe, waiting for me to shed tears so he can embrace me and whisper sweet nothing in my ears, but when he knows that the water isn't coming any longer; he finally accepts defeat.

'I was drunk!'

'Bam! The perfect excuse for doing almost everything unacceptable. You know what, last night, I was drunk too and I—I cannot go on giving you chances. I have to get my life on track too. With you nothing is permanent. We are over. I am moving out next week and you better find a job that pays your bills too. You cannot just keep waiting for a break. This is L.A, Pixie Pierce Dikson. Even a shitting rat is talented here. It isn't only talent, rather it's hard work. You don't even go to auditions anymore. The opportunity isn't going to knock at your door.'

Damn! I almost told him about the party there. Maybe, too much anger is dangerous for me. I don't want him to turn the tables on me and manipulate his way out.

I know I have crossed the line, but someone has to put him in the right place. Someone has to tell him that he isn't a god. On anything, he is just another random stud trying to hook his way up to the big screen which is not possible. Therese's cousin told me all about how he lied about being an actor in one of those Netflix originals just so he could get a chance to meet her mother.

'You are being a b***h!' He says as he sets off to the bedroom and never forgets to shut the door with a bang while I continue minding my business—galloping the potato sandwich down my throat—at the same time, I surf the internet for some additional information about my new workplace and also to get my mind off of the thrift.

Finally, I am starting over and I wouldn't let any emotional string pull me down. From now on, I will behave like an adult and make rational decisions. I wouldn't let my feelings mess around this time. I have finally got a thing which can be pronounced as 'Job' and I am keeping it to the last breath.

I will be an independent woman.

****

It is a Monday morning and my lazy ass is reluctant to open my eyes and begin the week. It was a pretty hectic weekend. It was almost a rollercoaster ride. In a span of some four days, I have lost my relationship, the four years old love, and dignity by sleeping around with a player.

But, I have also found a job that can pay my living expenses and a place where I can hide my worthless ass too. Throughout the week, I had run from one place to another, getting my s**t together before I could begin my new life.

Yes, a new life! It feels strange to even in my head. I cannot believe I have made it to school and will be starting it within some hours. A day before, I received the appointment letter along with the instruction manual and rulebook. I haven't read a hundred or more pages yet, but I have read all the clauses of my appointment letter and especially highlighted the remuneration clause more than four times.

Even now, as I blink, open my eyes and stir myself out of sleep; the first thing I notice is my job letter which is lying beside me.

The Star Kids Academy has always strived in different circumstances in the field of quality education and exchanges despite the challenges we are facing. We are working to bring quality education to the students from firm backgrounds who shall be leading the Million Dollars worth tomorrow while we also ensure ample growth of our workforce.

Job Title: Faculty of Advanced Mathematics.

Job Types: Permanent, 36 Hours Live instruction for each subject/ each week.

Flexible Working Hours: Mondays to Fridays, 6 to 7 hours a day.

Designation at the Senior Campus.

Salary: $ 30 per hour (exclusive of accommodation)

Note- The Starkids Academy offers residential internships and in-house accommodations. For convenience, it is advised to opt for the campus residents. However, the faculties may opt to stay off the campus too. He/she will not be given an additional increment for living off the campus.

If you choose to stay out of the campus, please fill in the form below and submit it to…

I didn't find the need to read any further. The accommodation is inclusive and it is more than enough of my expectations. I can handle some hormonal creature as long as I am getting handsomely paid for it.

I flip the book off and jump off the bed, feeling a fresh way of enthusiasm in my body. It is six in the morning. I have my first lecture by nine.

Three hours is more than enough to get ready and get my ass moving. Isn't it?