Finger Guns

3

The university as usual was in a hustle. Stacy was shaking but she was trying her best to keep the nerves in. Everyone knew she lived in a troubled neighbourhood, but seeing a guy being shot was a bit unbelievable. Well, it was America. Anything could happen. She found Joseph standing near the corridor of her psychology class. He knew her timetable by heart.

"Joseph!" Stacy gasped in relief.

"Do you have it?"

Stacy was confused what he was talking about.

"The essay! Oh my goodness Stacy where are you these days?"

"OH! Yeah yeah right here."

Stacy pulled out the essay and handed it over to him. Joseph scrutinized it for some time and nodded in approval. Then he looked at her for a moment.

"You good? You look shaken."

"Oh yeah yeah I'm fine," Stacy was surprised he even noticed.

He stared at her for two seconds longer and shrugged.

"Anyways so you wouldn't believe what Gary said to me yesterday. That man has some nerve I tell you...."

Stacy muted Joseph and everybody else. She nodded at every pause Joseph made but she couldn't pay attention to what he was saying. Joseph continued speaking with animated hand gestures and a low voice. The bell rang sharply, bringing Stacy out of her trance.

"Well what do you think then?" Joseph asked her for her thoughts on his conversation.

"Um... I think it will work out eventually. You're doing great"

Joseph's navy-blue eyes lit up and he cupped Stacy's soft cheeks in satisfaction.

"Thank you! You're the best!" Joseph waved a goodbye.

Stacy got into the classroom and sat at the back, beside a window. She always liked to see the clear ground and pretty line-up of trees around the university grounds. No one disturbed her peace and it wasn't placed too far away from the teacher's table so she was not left out. Plus the cool breeze always lifted her mood up. Today she desperately needed that.

The students sat down one by one and the classroom filled up by the time Mr. Jonathan entered. He was a sweet professor and was Stacy's favourite one by far. He actually knew what he was teaching and kept the class entertained with intriguing projects or homework. Stuff that made you really work the screws of your brain. He was around fifty and had a thick black bushy moustache. It gave him very fatherly aura. Many students relied on him to discuss their issues. He smiled at the students brightly as if the mornings were everyone's favourite. Mr. Jonathan had the best ironed shirts and pants. He was a man of skill considering he ironed them himself. He was an unmarried guy with a humble pay. It only made sense.

"Morning to the future of the world. Today I have a little bit of a surprise for you," His husky voice echoed inside the classroom.

He always had an off-taste way of greeting the class. It was almost sappy.

However Stacy could feel the rest of them leaning onto their tables in tune to the 'surprise' he had. He was a man of interesting news.

"So today we have a new person joining us in our ventures of the human mind. He came from a long way and is joining for the rest of the third year and the fourth year. You might want to talk to this one because he passed my test with flying colours. 98/100 mind you."

Stacy heard a gasp or two from a few students. Mr. Jonathan's test was harder than reading Mandarin.

She didn't know Mandarin at all.

"Come in young man. Meet my class of psychologists."

A blond good-looking guy walked in confidently. Not what anyone expects of newcomers, especially in the middle of the course. He had fair skin and veiny hands. His brown eyes caught Stacy's and her blood ran cold.

It was him.

The memory of the man being shot down like deer swept past her eyes and she shivered.

How turn tables.

"Meet Elliot Klinton. Klinton you can sit beside.... Stacy's bench. It's the only one that's empty."

Mary, a strawberry headed girl with amazing flirting skills and pouty lips, whistled as he walked past her and sat down two arms away from Stacy. Her insides felt completely hollow and twisted. She lowered her head and focused on her notes. Her right leg began to tap vigorously like it did when she'd be nervous or stressed. It was definitely not stress at the moment.

Stacy tried her best to not look at the new guy but something about humans makes them want to look at someone's face when given the opportunity to. In her case it was this new guy who was questionable from his well-gelled hair to his polished shoes. She turned her head slightly and peeked at him subtly. She found him staring back at her with those gorgeous brown eyes.

She gulped like they do in cartoons. Loudly.

He pointed a finger gun at her and shot it, mouthing a silent 'Bang!' He winked quickly and turned his attention to Mr. Jonathan as if nothing happened.

Stacy was horrified.

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Sheesh. I just moved out from my house and am settling to my routine so uploading anything ws bound to take time. I realized I wrote with the first person pov midway of the chapter and got so mad while editing all that out. Why do i do this ugh.

Anyways hoomans, enjoy! I will be back.