Skanda Bharti's POV:
Shawn's lips tasted of beer with a pinch of m*******a. I usually don't know what a weed or something equally stupid might taste like but the guy has admitted it himself that he'd taken 'some' of it. I don't know if he was being serious or if it was all an act to pull me down an edge or two.
As much as a jerk he is, he never leaves a single chance to pull my legs. According to him, I am his teacher and I should know every f*****g thing that is there in the world. Stupid bastard!
Anyways, the taste of it chilled my skin but did nothing to quell the heat burning in my core. I was on fire while I was shivering with cold.
Wondering what in the f*****g hell happening? Here are the prominent facts! I and Shawn, Shawn, and I, both are still STANDING OUTSIDE HIS GRAND
