Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
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I bang open the door of the auditorium in a distracted looming rage, and I'm hit with a blinding red screen on my face with unforeseen force.
I gasp and realise, I've walked straight into the curtains. Who the hell uses curtains at a fycking entrance, argh!
I hit my arms around frantically, trying to get it out my face, but this, just, won't, budge!
"Hell, get out- just move, god!" I shout out and after a frustrating minute, I finally see a wisp of light. I move the cloth out of my way, and frantically walk forward, spasms of irritation oozing out of my entire body, whe-
T-H-U-U-U-D!
My face slams hard against the thick, rough carpet and I mentally curse. What- is happening.
My palms lay flat on the floor, and my eyes squint in an arising pang of pain. I groan exasperatedly and scramble back up on my feet and turn around to see a portion of the carpet folded shabbily, due to my tripping against it.
Everything, literally everything is just so undeniably wrong about this day, what the actual, living, infuriating fuckkkk!!!!!!
I smoothen my t-shirt, and move my arm to test the pain. It definitely hurts.
I smack my head, with another annoyed groan, for being so stupid and clumsy and troublesome and stupid.
You said stupid already.
SHUT UP!
My conscience hides in a corner and I look up casually to see Professor Graham and two dozen students gaping at me with raised eyebrows and wide eyes, some still in shock at the-uh, the obvious ferocious throw-you-off-your-chair entry.
Great.
I cough lightly and try to pretend that I'm perfectly normal and effectively calm.
"Did we start already?" I ask casually, my voice the only sound in the whole wide Hall.
Professor swallows and normalizes before replying.
