Fifty Pushups Miss ☑️

Ch51 Name Games

Ren and I were having our important discussions about Mr Martins when suddenly she stopped speaking.
I turned around to see Nick entering.

"Why is your face so red? And why do both of you look like caught in a crime?"
He was not getting any answer.
After waiting for two minutes, "I have exactly 22 minutes before Wills kicks my ass in football."

I shifted my chair to create some space for another chair.
He laughed and sat next to me.

Me and Ren were looking at him, without blinking.
"I wish Elyssa could see this." he said looking at the ground, faking sadness but hiding a smile.

Ren had a good laugh and I controlled my own laughter before getting him back on track.

"Last night, after we left... What happened?" I asked him straight.

"You really don't want to know. It's-"
"Ah cut the crap." Ren said this time.

Giving up in defeat he said "Fine, but only major points. I have to be in the ground on time."

"No mr, we want details."
"Yes, absolutely."

"You two are becoming a deadly combination these days." We girls high-fived and looked back at him.
And he started narrating the story-

*
"It doesn't look like anyone missed me here." Sir Louis started the conversation very politely.

"Welcome back, Boss."
"Thank you dog. Now you both will start pushing after I kick your asses, or you know better?"

I never knew I'll regret my own decision of getting flame shots, the same night. A hangover would have been a better reason to regret, instead of falling face first on ground, every tenth push.

"I've always loved weekends, except those two weeks when Colonel owned my ass."
He had a deep thought before talking again.
"Yeah, weekends. And I'm feeling bad that you guys partied alone, without me. Huh? Doesn't matter, I'll have it now."

He saw both of us falling on ground so frequently. "What is making you fall so much?"
He asked, amused.
"Two tequila flame shots, sir."
"Three shots, Boss."

"You are always one step ahead, dog, aren't you?"
"Unluckily yes, boss."
Yes, I would have been dead if I had said that.
But because it's the dog, he can talk freely with his boss. I feel cornered.

"So. The three of us are here at KMA after seven years. Your dear dad is not here. You two are shit drunk, and I had a 6 hours sleep on my way, so nowhere close to sleepy. So, what does it mean?"

"It's a second hell night for us."
"But it's not your birthday, dog. It's... Exactly a month from now, isn't it?" God he remembers his birthday too! Geez they freak me out.

I think he caught me making faces when he crushed my little finger under his boot saying "I remember your birthday too, Nick."

"Sorry sir." I was actually feeling apologetic.
A brain like his, carrying a title himself, it's an easy thing for him to remember.
He took his foot off and I sighed in relief.

"You guys keep distracting me. So, we were at Hell night. No, it won't be a Hell night, because you are not in the first year, and your batch is not here. Most importantly, you are not an SC right now."

He had a small laugh before continuing "Dog?"
"Yes Boss?"
"The way we celebrated your birthday.. I hope none of your batchmates have a doubt about the date now."

Can you believe it when I say Wills replied with a laugh? "No sir, all of them remember it. Every year I get calls from all of them just to hear curses."
Well, it's actually funny if you look at it from their point of view.
It was the only day in Will's training life when the whole batch got screwed all night and he just sat and pointed out the faults in our screwing. I, too, hated him for next many days.