Forbidden Petals

Chapter 2: Hot Tea

"There will be a test on Tuesday."

Those were the last words I heard from my College Algebra teacher before slinking out of the class room with the rest of the students. My stomach gave me a lowly growl indicating it was time for Lunch, which I only had thirty minutes to eat before having to rush to my next to last class for the day: Psychology.

Picking up the pace and flying out of the door I dashed towards the "Mess Hall." once again to get my fill on whatever was on the menu today. The line fortunately wasn't long, but the cafeteria itself was full as could be, not too many seats were open to sit, but that wouldn't stop me from getting my grub. Having to wait for lunch after a math class was painful enough, with having to deal with stupid equations and whatnot. It to me literally should have counted for a foreign language, because It would take a near about genius to figure that stuff out.

I slowly picked up my tray and got myself a pizza and a salad from a self serve bar, before getting a soda from the machine on the drink island. This time I was a bit more cautious because I didn't want the incident from earlier this morning happening again. I very much wanted to keep my food, drink, and sanity intact.

I sat down instantly starting to chow down on my plate before suddenly a hand lands on my shoulder. Glancing up I jump a bit to see it was the man that I crashed into this morning.

"Hello Miss." HIs voice was smooth, lit with a heavy british accent, one that I guess I was too freaked out to pay attention to earlier, this time wearing a dark blue button down sleeved shirt,"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Oh no no." I stated, "Just eating, nothing too serious."

"Yeah I noticed the food actually made it to the table this time." Tom chuckles, then smirking a bit.

I catch onto him, a guy I just met this morning, already picking on me, just my luck.

"Well It still could work as a projectile." I threaten, returning back his cocky smile just as hard as I could.

"I wouldn't doubt it." He laughs again, "Look I was just wanting to check and make sure you are okay. I'm in a bit of a rush, but I saw you and wanted to make sure I didn't cause too much stress from the incident this morning."

"I'm fine, just finishing my food before my next class. "

"Which is?"

"Psychology."

"Ooh fun." He says in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah very." I laugh, "But thats just how it goes."

"Well its good to hear you are doing good. I felt bad myself for running off so quick this morning, and again for the second time." He quickly glances down at a digital watch on his wrist, "Which I do have to go, BUT you have a good one miss, run into you later?"

He pauses. Smiling again. "Not quite literally." He concludes holding his hand out for me to shake once more.

I grasp it smiling slightly nodding, "I will try to aim not to."

With that, once again, he walks off. Long strides, fast pace.

I sigh turning back to my food before stuffing my face with the pizza in front of me. I really hoped the next couple class periods passed quickly. Especially the evening class. My friend Cynthia's words about the teacher being hard and rude was going through my head. I really didn't need another hard assed teacher, my curriculum was already hard enough already, and me having to deal with another one was bad, real bad.