Thy Will, Not Mine

Chapter {2} Destiny

I stepped into my future, with optimism and joy bubbling inside me, anticipating the adventure that awaited me, and its challenges, after all, which adventure did not have mountains? But we know that all things work for good for those who are called according to the Lord's purpose. However, my feelings of jubilation quickly dissipated when I entered the classroom. The entire room full of students turned to look at me as I felt myself turn crimson red but my thankfully my chocolate skin hid the blush very well. Why hadn't I checked the time when I was strolling around the campus with Thato? This was the beginning of a new challenge.

My feelings of jubilation were replaced by sudden trepidation about what was to happen as I approached a
formally dressed man with glasses perched on his nose standing in front of a big whiteboard in the large room. The irritated look on his face and his impatient foot tapping on the hardwood floors made it clear that he was the professor.

I cleared my suddenly dry throat.

"Good morning, sir. I'm sorry for being late," I stared at the hardwood floors.

"Since it's the first day, I'll let it slide," he said with a smooth British accent, dismissing me by taking out a few documents from his plastic folder, not uttering a word which I took as a clear sign to go sit down.

I walked up the long middle aisle, my eyes quickly surveying the tables for an empty spot but there seemed to be none and they all seemed to be occupied by girls who gave me judgemental stares while some looked at me sympathetically.

"There is a sit at the back," The professor said annoyance dripping from his every word further making me feel embarrassed.

Why did my day have to go this way? First, someone had to take the parking spot I was going to park on and now I couldn't even find an isolated seat without the rude sirs' Interference.

I spotted the seat he spoke of at the back of the class, the tables in the campus were very long which meant that two people sat on one wooden table.

As I made my way down the aisle, I couldn't help but steal a glance at the person who would be sharing the table with me. To my surprise, the individual was not the girl I had anticipated, but rather the most strikingly handsome man I had ever laid eyes on.

My expectations had been upended, but I was not at all displeased with the turn of events. This man was a sight to behold, with chiselled features, piercing eyes, and a confident demeanour that commanded attention.

As I took in his appearance, I couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between his jet-black hair and his stormy grey eyes. As I looked closely, I could see a hint of sadness and emptiness behind them.

His full, pink lips were set in a neutral expression, giving nothing away.

In his hands, he held a cell phone, his attention fully absorbed by whatever was on the screen. As I watched him, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind, what thoughts and emotions were swirling beneath the surface. It was clear that he was a complex individual, with a depth and intensity that was both alluring and intimidating.

The intimidating aura that he seemed to shed could cause one to quickly turn away at first glance and I would too but I had no choice but to sit next to him seeing as there was no other seat available. There was a cold, unfeeling quality to his demeanour.

When he finally lifted his gaze from his smartphone I internally shuddered as his steel gaze seemed to unravel all that was hidden in one's heart.

I took a deep breath preparing myself for the unknown then took a seat. I noticed his shirt sleeves were rolled up revealing the ink covering his arms.