He's A Celebrity

My Worst Nightmare

EMILY

I was having the worst week of my college life, first I got myself fired from my job, which wasn't even my fault apparently the place has too few customers so the workers weren't needed, secondly I fought with my so called bully which didn't make my college time easier and thirdly I was lacking behind in payment of the rent, so basically I was going to be homeless in a few days.

As if, these things weren't enough I was informed at the last moment that my psycho professor had asked for thesis, that to be handwritten not print out, which would be fine if it wasn't 50 pages long.

I was on my edge from the morning, I decided to accept my fate and was stuck on the same table of the cafe which I was regular to, I was here at 12:00 noon when I started writing.

I glanced at the clock of the cafe which informed me it was around 15 mins to midnight, I shook my hand which had gone numb from writing.

"Fuck this stupid thesis, I swear if I wasn't gonna be send to jail for committing murder that professor would be five feet under the ground. "
I murmured to myself, as I stretched my fingers as they made popping sounds.

"Ughh..... " I took a few deep breath to shake away the jittery feeling that came with 8 cups of coffee, It wasn't a lie when I said I was seriously dehydrated.

Nevertheless I got up for a refill, and then started working all over again just a few more pages to go I'll be able to complete it till 1:00 am, or so I hope.

I was so focussed on my work that sound of door opening made me look up at the stranger, he was wearing a black coat with a maroon beanie on his hair, he had a pair of black sunglasses and the rest of his face was covered with a mask, I frowned at the idea of sunglasses who the fuck wears them at night?

The stranger dragged his feet like it even hurt to lift them up and lazily handed a list to the worker behind the counter, I decided to focus on my work as he made his way towards me as his shoes cames into my view, I saw the Gucci sign and rolled my eyes at the obvious display of money.

Why come to a cafe when you can just  order who the fuck wears Gucci or dresses up just for coffee in midnight? Rich people and there attitudes were out of my league of understanding.

I started writing just as the stranger took a seat in front of my table his back facing me, I wrote the last line of the word when I noticed I had missed a whole paragraph in between.

I huffed in frustration and started over, great my mind was so jumbled that I didn't see a whole ass paragraph and skipped it, I started writing and soon enough the ink of my pen ended, make me sigh at another disaster.

The stranger till now had his head cushioned in between his arms as he lay on the table, it made me sigh again, I wanted to, no needed the rest.

I searched through my stuff and soon found another pen I flipped the page and started over, I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't even notice when stranger left.

Suddenly there was a crashing sound and I glanced up just on time to see the stranger running towards me. I was startled at first, what did I do then I saw the lonely phone sitting on the stranger's table.

Everything happened in slow motion, the stranger running towards me, tripping on air letting go of the pack of various coffees as their lid threw open and they split on my direction.

I tried but in vain as the coffee stained my thesis, every inch of paper's surface was covered in varying shades of brown. My brain shock circuited  as I took the scene in front of me.

My work, my precious 12 hours of work was gone down the drain, I was going to fail, this took the cherry of the top of my cake, what was I going to do?