When Dimple Met Rishi(84)

“Fighting’s never the answer; hasn’t anyone ever told you dorks that?” Dimple sighed and took a seat next to Rishi. “Even if those jerks totally did deserve it.”

Celia bit her lip, balling the washcloth in one fist. “Guys, I’m . . . I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off with them. I’m not even sure what I was trying to prove. They were terrible friends—not really friends at all—and I was just sacrificing everything I was to be a part of their group. I guess I wanted a high school do-over or something.” She shook her head and stepped toward Dimple, and, smiling, Dimple stood and wrapped her up in a big hug. “You’ve been such a good friend to me,” Celia said, her voice high and shaky. “And you were right. I was uncomfortable, and I hated that whole thing, so I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Eh.” Dimple pulled back and tugged gently on Celia’s ponytail. “I’m proud of you for having the guts to just walk off the stage like that. Right in the middle of the performance.” She grinned, a twinkle in her eye. “Plus, you pretty much decimated their chances of winning, so, you know. Thank you.”

Celia laughed a watery laugh and pressed a finger to the corner of her eye. “You’re welcome.” She turned to Ashish next, and they looked at each other silently. There were so many unspoken words in the space between them that Rishi had to look away.

“Want to go for a walk?” Ashish said softly.

“Please,” Celia replied, and they walked off together, the door closing behind them.

Dimple sighed into the silence. “They make a cute couple.” She wrapped an arm around Rishi’s waist and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Not as cute as you and me.”

There was a smile in her voice. “Obviously.”

Rishi lay down on Dimple’s pillow and pulled her against his chest. “Take a nap with me?”

She snuggled in, her hair tickling his nose, flooding him with the scent of coconuts and jasmine. “Okay,” she said, yawning. “We’ve earned it.”




The jangling of Dimple’s phone woke them. Rishi sat up and rubbed his face. “Who is it?”

“I’m not sure.” It was a number she didn’t recognize. She cleared her throat and slid to answer. “Hello?”

“Dimple, hi. This is Max, your instructor.”

“Oh. Hi.” She sat up straighter in bed and looked over at Celia and Ashish, who had obviously come back at some point during Rishi’s and her nap and were now lying together on Celia’s bed. She grasped Rishi’s hand, her eyes wide, her heart hammering in her chest. Max wouldn’t kick her out, would he? She hadn’t even been involved in the fight, not directly. . . .

“I know you left early, and I wanted to tell you in case you haven’t heard already—you and Rishi won first place.”

The words landed in the shells of her ears, but didn’t really hit her brain. “We . . . what now?”

There was a smile in his voice. “You guys won first place. Congratulations. You’ve got a thousand dollars to put toward the development of your app. It’s a step in the right direction.”

“Oh my gods.” She clapped a hand over her mouth, feeling like the smile was going to explode off her face. Ashish and Celia were making did you win? faces across the room, and Rishi was staring at her. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome. And . . . you can tell Rishi he isn’t going to be kicked out. I’m willing to look the other way so long as this doesn’t happen again.”

“Great. That’s great.” Her ribcage expanded, as if she’d suddenly acquired the ability to hold more air. “Thank you. Again.”

“You’re welcome again. I expect great things from you guys now.”

Dimple laughed, feeling like she might float off the bed. “Got it.” She hung up and looked around at her friends. “We did it,” she said softly. “We won.”

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Another three weeks passed way, way quicker than Dimple would’ve liked. She would’ve wanted another thousand, give or take, to tinker with the wireframe prototype. Still, she knew it was more polished than she’d hoped it would be at this point, thanks to the talent show money. The designers had taken Rishi’s sketches to the next level and made the whole thing come alive.

And now . . . now it was time to let it go. The judges would be in to look at all the prototypes. There was nothing more to do. They were supposed to just go by the lecture hall later for the big announcement.

“Two more hours,” Dimple said, leaning back in her chair. They were at You Gelato Be Kidding!, a sketchy little shop that had somehow become their favorite place to get dessert in the intensity of the last three weeks. Dimple had a giant bowl of cherry gelato she had had exactly two bites of so far.

“You really must be feeling sick.” Rishi raised an eyebrow. He was tucking into his second bowl of gelato like he hadn’t eaten in four days.

Celia giggled. They both looked at her, and she looked up from her phone and blushed when she saw they were watching her.

“Ashish?” Dimple asked, waggling her eyebrows.

“He just said the funniest thing about peanut butter gelato. . . .” Celia trailed off when she saw the looks on their faces. “Never mind.” She put her phone down and sighed. “I’m so ready for this all to be over. Three more days.”