So Kate and I parted in different directions to go to our first class of the day. Mine was a creative writing class while hers was Art History.
As I walk in to my class I see there are about 20 people here. Great just what I wanted. Now the professor could take more time to grade our papers and give us good critiques on our work. I mean how else could I grow as a writer if I didn't know what to improve on.
And then I see the one person I sure didn't want to see, it's him again. *Please don't notice me, don't even realize I'm in the same class as you.*
Then he does the exact opposite as if he can hear my thoughts and turns around. He looks straight at me and waves with a smirk on his face. So I choose to ignore him and act as if I've never seen him before in my life.
"Choose where you sit now, because that's where you shall stay for the rest of the semester." I hear a man who must be the professor say. Well I chose a seat in the back right corner, that way I can focus properly without annoying people being near me. I guess I'm not much of a social butterfly.
Then out of nowhere he gets up and comes to the back. *Please please please God no. Do not come back here.* And then he sits right beside me and whispers in my direction, "Guess you're stuck with me for the semester." He says it with a stupid, fake grin on his face. Seriously though, does he have any real facial expression besides that one?
"We're going to start the year off with a group project. You will get together on your limited free time, yes that means you will have to rain check on the weekends frat parties for a while, seeing as this is a third of your final grade in this class. You will work in pairs of two and write what being in their shoes is like. You will get to know them very well and write about them like you lived through their life. I want this assignment to be personal so we can really dig into what makes us the people we are today. So, in saying that, look to the person on your left and say hello to your new partner. If there happens to be no one to your left or an odd number I'll fix it."
I somewhat seethe as I sit there and realize what this now means. Surprise, surprise... I'm stuck with him for my first assignment. This couldn't get any better.
He looks over at me and says, "Isn't it funny how we keep ending up together 'Little Miss Perfect'?"
"This assignment alone is enough stress on me, could you please not add on with your annoying remarks and untrue labels." I tell him.
"Someone's on their period!" he gripes.
"Do you do this for a living?" I ask
"Do what exactly?" He says with a confused expression clouding his face.
"Annoy the living hell out of people for your own personal entertainment purposes." I accuse him.
"As a matter of fact I do it for my own and other's entertainment purposes. Do you want my business card? I do birthdays, frat parties, and the occasional witch burnings..." He sarcastically says.
"I see and which category do I fall under?
"Witch burnings. Definitely witch burnings."
*Wish I could burn him at the stake.*
"Is that supposed to be a twisted compliment? Because witches were feared and respected... So yeah I'm gonna take that as a compliment." I say to him.
"Think whatever you want babe."
*Babe?*
"You did not just call me babe." I say with emphasis on the not.
"Don't get too excited I call everyone babe not just you." He says with scoff.
*Why do I feel disappointed by this?*
"All right then douche bag."
"Excuse me?" He says.
"No, no you don't understand. I call all guys who act like an asshole douche bag." I say using one of his smirks.
"Wow. You do know that mockery is the finest form of flattery right?" He says.
"Looks like I overestimated the number of working brain cells you have. The only way I would ever flatter you is if I was high." I tell him.
"Ow, harsh. That would really have hurt if I valued your opinion in the least. But I don't." He retorts.
"Whatever, the only reason I'm even talking to you at all is to get a good grade." *That's not entirely true. I have to say I love hearing his beautiful voice, even if he's driving me crazy.*
"Well I would have suggested lunch, but I do have plans that don't involve being interrogated and judged by you at the moment."
"How about I create a schedule of when we get together to work on this. That way I can minimize the number of IQ points I lose by being around you." I say with a sassy smirk to him.
"I'm gonna pretend that you did not just say that. And I have the right to veto any part of your schedule if it conflicts with my plans. Because unlike you, I'm guessing, I actually have a life."
"Must not be much fun without any friends."
"That's all I have for today. Class is dismissed." The professor announces.
I get up to leave, walking quickly out of class. Just when I thought I had gotten rid of him, he catches up to me and grabs my arm to stop me.
"Let go of me now." I say with venom in my voice.
"Look, watch who you're talking to around here. This is the real world. With smartass comments like that, someone's gonna end up hurting you."
"Was that a threat?" I ask him.
"Not in the least. It was a warning so you don't end up in trouble around here."
"Okay, but I think I can take care of myself without your help. Now if you'll excuse me I have somewhere to be." I then walk back to the dorms and put my writing books away and grab my purse to go meet Kate and my mystery date for lunch.
I pulled up the directions to the Italian restaurant she chose and its only a few blocks from the dorm. I look in the mirror and put some more Baby Lips on. So with my purse on my shoulder I walk to the restaurant. I sure hope Kate doesn't have some total loser picked out for me.
When I walk in the waitress asks me how many and I tell her I'm here under the name Kate Michealson. As we walk back I see Kate and her boyfriend who must be Louis and I smile to them.
Then I see my "date"... My smile wipes completely off my face. It can't possibly be....
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OMG who do you think it is?
This chapter was pre planned a while back and it sounds like crap to me now, but I made it my mission to write it tonight instead of watch Netflix so.... Enjoy
All the love, Mya xx
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Fanfiction"I looked into the face that even blind, I would recognize and felt the years of emotions that one face held, rush back to me. Drowning me all over again... I guess you can never really escape your past..."
