She shouldn't have bothered. When the guys burst in, they were in such a heated argument, they didn't even look at her.
"You're such a brownnoser," Ashish said, thrusting his hands through his hair as he walked in, leaving it sticking up in every direction. "Did you seriously have to call them the minute I left the room? Tell me, was it like a physical impulse? Goody-goody syndrome manifesting itself?"
"Brownnoser! Really!" Rishi thundered, his eyes flashing with a temper Dimple hadn't seen yet. "You can call me names all you want, Ashish, but our parents had no idea where you were. Do you know how worried Ma is about you? Does it ever even occur to you to think about anyone besides yourself?"
Oh God. She seriously should've just gone to her room. Dimple had a sinking feeling they had no idea she was there and that she was witnessing a very, very private fight. She would leave now, but the two of them were right in the middle of the room, blocking access to the door. Should she clear her throat so they knew she was here? Should she get up and leave anyway, just push right through them? Dimple decided on the clear my throat strategy, but the sound was swallowed by Ashish's bitter laughter.
"Oh yeah, I'm so selfish for wanting to live my life! For wanting to have a modicum of space without my parents breathing down my freaking neck all the time! So sorry, bhaiyya , but not all of us can be self-sacrificing, dutiful sons who belong in one of Ma's cheesy Ramayan sagas!"
"Have some respect!" Rishi roared. "Ma and Pappa are our parents! You can't talk about them like that!"
"Says who?" Ashish said, and immediately, Dimple could see them as elementary school kids, having a very similar fight about whose turn it was to pick the cartoon they were going to watch. "This might come as a surprise to you, but you can't control what I do!"
"This might come as a surprise to you, but I don't want to! "
In the lethal silence that followed, both brothers glaring at each other, Dimple's phone blared to life. "Crap." She scrabbled in her pocket, aware that both Rishi and Ashish were now watching her, their faces slightly slack, like they'd completely forgotten her existence. Which they probably had.
"Sorry." Dimple smiled sheepishly. "It's my roommate." She pressed answer. "Hello?"
"Hey! I realized we never actually set up a time for when we were gonna do dinner. Or, like, even figured out where we were gonna go get said dinner. You said the dining hall before, right? Is that still the plan?"
Dimple could hear Transviolet playing in the background, which meant Celia was probably moping about Evan, even though she wouldn't admit it. She sighed and mouthed a "sorry" at the guys. Rishi gave her a tense smile, but Ashish just sprawled out on the bed with his own phone. "Um, yeah, I'm not sure. . . . What about sevenish? If you want, you can just come up to Rishi's room. That's where I am right now, 406."
Dimple could almost see Celia perking up. "Ohhhh, you're in his room? I didn't know you were going to do that!" She giggled, obviously cheered at the thought. "That's so cool! Are you guys doing it? Like, right now, were you in the middle of-"
Dimple felt her cheeks heat. She couldn't even look at Rishi. "No, but I really need to go. We need to practice for the talent show, you know?" Speaking of which, Dimple still wasn't sure what Celia was going to do. When they'd talked last night, she said she hadn't decided, and she hadn't really seemed interested in talking to Dimple about it. As far as Dimple knew, she and the Aberzombies weren't even on speaking terms. "But come up at seven. Okay, gotta go. Bye." She hung up, feeling vaguely guilty. Celia was probably just lonely. But Dimple had the awkwardness of Ashish and Rishi to deal with. "Sorry," she said to them again, gesturing at the phone. "My roommate. She just wanted to know what our dinner plans were."
"Cool," Ashish said, barely looking up from his phone. His thumbs were flying over the keyboard.
Rishi glared at him. "You need to go back home. I'll give you a ride."
Ashish paused in his texting madness and looked up, thick eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. "Are you serious? Like, right now?"
Rishi spread out his arms. Dimple had the sneaking suspicion that if he were the violent type, he'd wrap his hands around Ashish's neck instead. "Yeah, I'm serious. Did you not hear me before? Ma and Pappa are worried sick about you. You can't just walk out on them and think I'll cover for you."