Meilani Lin thinks Brennon Huxley is the hottest guy at her school. When Meilani got paired up with Brennon for a project, she knew it was fate. She read too many romance novels to know that they would fall in love. Except when Meilani learns that B...
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Shit.
'Depreciation expense may be calculated using three methods, namely, straight-line, double declining balance, and units of production depreciation. Choose a correct statement regarding the methods of depreciation.'
Goddamn it, I forgot it.
Fuck you, Brennon Huxley. You made me think of you the whole night when I was supposed to be studying.
Was it using the unit of production method or would it be the same with any method? Fuck it, it's only one question right? I'm doing eenie meenie miney mo. I got the first one. My anxiety kicks in. Shit, I hope it's right. It won't change my grade, right?
By the time I finished my test, there were only about 3 people left testing. I nervously bounce my right leg as a sign of my anxiety. Now or never, girl. Turn in your goddamn test. You checked your answers like 4 times. Checking a fifth time won't make a difference right? Oh my god, shut up. Turn it in.
I anxiously stand up and set my accounting midterm test on the professor's desk while he thanks me. I did it. Can't change my answers now.
I sit back now in my seat, picking at my nails. I glance around at my classmates trying to distract myself. My eyes make it around the lecture hall until it falls on Nathaniel Romano. Unfortunately, I learned that he was in 4 of my classes; economics, accounting, statistics, and marketing. All of them are my most important classes to become an entrepreneur.
It's almost as if he could feel my gaze because he turned towards me with confusion. I try to tell myself not to blush for getting caught staring at him.
I glare at those dark green eyes and mouthed, 'Stop fucking looking at me'.
He grins at me in response and he mouthed back, 'You looked at me first' .
Goddamn, fuck this cocky rich boy. I flip him off mentally and move my gaze towards our accounting professor who's trying to get the last of the tests. I could feel his stare burn me as if he were observing me like a test rat. Fuck you, Nathaniel Romano.
Our professor eventually lets us go, congratulating us for finishing our midterm exams for this class. As I walk towards the exit, I could hear someone calling my name.
I turn towards whoever was calling me and realize that it was the cocky rich boy, I frown deeply in annoyance. Hopefully he doesn't ask me about the mascara fiasco, I'm ready to forget it.
"Hey, can I call you by a nickname?" he asks as he stood in front of me. Goddamn this man is tall. I'm being humbled with my 5'7 and a half height.
"No thanks," I answer, going out the door and into the late October wind.
He followed me trying to keep the conversation going, keeping up with me easily with his long and swift strides, "Can I call you Mei? Or do you like Lani more?"
