When Love Meets Hate

Chapter 4: Tobias.

No. What the fuck.
Why is he walking in this classroom? He's lost right? Right?
Unfortunately though, the teacher spoke up as he turned to face the new arrival "Ahh Tobias! Glad to see you again. Take a seat, please. Just in time, I was about to start the lecture without you!"

No fucking way. He doesn't look like a freshman though.

I watched- or probably more like glared- as Tobias walked over to a seat near the class window. I stared at him for what felt like hours, though it was likely only a few minutes.
Then suddenly out of nowhere he turned and looked directly at me, his mouth slowly spreading into a grin as my breath hitches in my throat. No fucking way. This can't be happening right? Why is he looking at me? Why is he being such a jerk? Why did he give me his number? The endless thoughts flood through my brain as I search for answers, reaching out into the darkness and finding nothing.

I blinked back into reality, coming to the conclusion that I must have zoned out. Oh, he's not even looking at me anymore. I let out a breath I was unaware I was holding in and tried to contain my thoughts and feelings as the seconds tick by endlessly until the end of the lecture. tick...tick...tick...tick...

10 minutes...
I glance at Tobias and notice just how blank the note paper in front of him is. Mustn't be too much of a learner.

5 minutes...
I've decided to distract myself through doing little drawings along the side of my page.

30 seconds...
Still looking over at the clock every 2 seconds, I start to slowly gather all of my things together and slip them into my backpack

10am.
FINALLY!!
I almost leap from my seat and bid the lecturer a good rest-of-day before scurrying out the door. I pull out my phone to check my schedule and decided to head back to the library.
Wait but what if he's there? Ah fuck it, I'll just go to the café that they mentioned on the campus pamphlet. I slung my satchel over my shoulder, walking along the path that is seemingly heading towards where the map said the café was. I pulled out my phone, double checking I was heading in the right direction- I should of checked before I started walking off.. no, if I was any slower then Tobias would of caught up. And I am NOT in the mood to deal with him.

I still can't get over the fact he gave me his number... like- what? What was he thinking? And if he genuinely wanted my number, why didn't he just respond to me on the bus instead of completely ignoring me? Wouldn't that of been easier? Does he have a reason? Was he in a rush? I don't fucking know!! This is too much to think about at the moment. Wait fuck what was I doing? Oh yeah- I was SUPPOSED to be trying to find the café, I could really use some energy... I've only sat through one lecture, there's still 2 more I have to attend. Theres no way he's in the other 2 right? I thought to myself as I scrolled through my phone, searching for the map i had taken a photo of. What's he doing in an art lecture anyway? I didn't really take him to be the arty type of person considering his athletic build. I'll think about it later.

After another 5 minutes of backtracking, taking many wrong turns and wondering around, I spotted the café off in the distance, a relatively small brick building with vines and other vegetation, with round-shaped windows and topped with lanterns at the entrance and warm coloured fairy lights hanging around building. Aww! It's so cute! I love cottage core, maybe I should try and sketch this? At that very moment, Tobias walked out through the front door.

WHAT THE FUCK? Since when did he overtake me?? Doesn't matter! Fuck the sketches, I'm leaving. My pace quickens into a fast stride as I turn back the other direction. Where am I even going to go? It doesn't matter. Anywhere. Just away from him. I must have been to slow because it isn't long before I hear rapidly approaching footsteps behind me.

"Hey you! Wait!" I hear Tobias yelling from over my shoulder

fuck off... please just fuck off..

despite my praying for him to go away, it isn't long before I feel myself being yanked back by my wrist and my sneakers skid across the pebbles in a struggle to stay on my feet. I pull my hand away from his grip, but in the process my feet slip out from underneath me and I feel my back instantly collide with the hard rocks, a few of them piercing my skin through the small holes in my t-shirt as I yelp in pain.