The Best of Her

Chapter eight

June.

"Are you fucking with me?"

If looks could kill, I would be six feet under ground right now. She is angry, mad angry and it's nothing like before. A scowl adorning her pretty face, she looks like she is having issues controlling her temper. "I'm not fucking with you, Mavis. I just said we need to change a few point in you essay, it lacks conviction points and seems a bit rushed."

Her dark eyebrows frowned even more at me, her lips forming a thin line as she is clenching her jaw hard. I could almost hear the gritting of her teeth as she spits, "which means that my work is trash,"

My eyes widened in shock, that's not what I meant at all. I liked her work, her writing style is very impressive she just brushed some topics off way too easily and forgot to add depth into some. "Jesus, no that's not what I said. You just didn't clarify and explain the details, and our professor is rather picky about this kind of stuff trust me."

I thought I did a good job at explaining my point, but Mavis apparently didn't believe one bit of it. She stands up, still glaring at me and then jab the printed essay down the table. "Do it yourself if you think you know it all."

She storms off and I'm left rather stunned by her reaction. Also thinking if I should be turned on because she is even hotter when angry, or mad at her for being so narrow-minded.

I sigh and run after her, we have to finish this today. So we can email tomorrow. I exit the library and look around to find her way ahead. She is fast. I run to her while calling her name but she still doesn't turn around.  When I'm finally close enough to her, I grab her arm to make her stop, but she quickly jerks away from my hold, her eyes wide in distress.

I quickly move away from her, lifting my arms in surrender so she knows I won't touch her again. "I'm sorry."

She didn't say anything, but rather she looked like she was having a panic attack. Heavy breathing and slightly shaking. Oh God, what did I do?

"Are you okay?" I ask her, genuinely concerned.

She shakes her head, and I point to the empty seats a few feet from us which she seemed to understand, and walked to sit. She had her head in her hands, taking long deep breaths. While I kept standing awkwardly in front of her not knowing what to do.  "Do you want water or something?"

I thought she was about to ignore me again but then I heard her. Her voice as this and small as ever, "yes, please."

I run to the nearest store and bought her a bottle of water and came back running. When I handed the bottle she seemed to struggle opening it with her shaky hands. I grab it from her and open it for her, and she rewarded me with the sweetest "thank you,"

I could open her a thousand bottles if she says thank you like that again.

Focus, June. Now, is not the time to be crushing on a girl who is having a panic attack. that I caused on top of it.

I awkwardly sit next to her, but still keeping my distance of course. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause you a panic attack."

She calmed down and was staring ahead of her, not looking at anything in particular. "Stop apologizing, it's not your fault."

"Then why? What caused it?" I asked, I shouldn't but I still do it.

"I don't like sudden and unexpected changes, mostly on things I worked hard on. I know that it seems that I overreact but I can't help it,"

She whirls around and faces me, her eyes were red, she looks like she forced herself to not cry. "I apologize for putting you in this situation."

She is genuine, and I don't know why but it makes me happy that she shared her true feelings with me. since  She is such a restricted person, It felt like I won a small victory. I want to be her friend, I want to know more of her because apart from her cold exterior she seems she has so much to offer. I will take what she gives me, even it's as small as this.

"We can keep you essay, it's not bad." I tell her but she cutely frowns. "No, I will do the changes. You just need to help me."

Sue me, but this girl is the prettiest woman I've ever seen.

A small smile take over me as I lean on the stool, "well, I guess I can help you,"

She abruptly stands up and throws me a glare. "Don't get cocky. And get up, we have work to do."

She doesn't wait for me. I watch her stroll away to the library for a minute just admiring her backside. I'm a man, not a saint, don't blame me. Before I run back after her.

It seems I'm going to do a lot of running with this girl.