Dear Professor

Luck of the devil

—-Hey, hey, hey, here with a new chapter! I know it's been a while but my schedule has been pretty packed lately, still I managed to write that chapter that I love dearly. I Hope you'll like reading as much as I liked writing it :) —-

That's with that warm feeling that I made my way to Nylah's house. As usual, I let myself in when I got there. To be quite honest, Nylah is more like family to me, so we lost the habit of knocking a while ago, we just get in and hang out.

Walking inside after having discarded my stuff in the hallway, I found her in the kitchen making what seemed to be cookies. I say 'seem' because she always had the habit of replacing the ingredients she didn't have with something similar enough in her mind. It usually turned out well, if we keep out the times she almost poisoned us.

She noticed me after a moment "HEY! Didn't hear you getting in?". I couldn't help the snort that escaped my mouth "Yeah of course, you wouldn't even hear a serial killer getting in. Wouldn't be surprised if I get a call someday telling me that you got killed by a bloody intruder."

She whined but laughed "Yeah right" she took the cookies out "Wanna taste ?"

I was looking at the cookies as if they were weapons and then eyed Nylah "How many ingredients did you change?". She shrugged nonchalantly "Not that much... Used oil instead of butter, I didn't have any all purpose flour so I used starch... and I didn't really have eggs... so I just didn't use any" She said, all the while giving me her most innocent smile.

I stared at her flabbergasted "Nu uh I'm not eating that. No way. I know I have death wishes, but poisoning isn't on my list" I backed away slightly and she looked at me mischievously "Come on Ivy what could happen? " she handed me a cookie and waited patiently.

I finally gave in after a while, praying for my life as I ate the cookie. I had to give it to her, it wasn't that bad, but still, she really had to stop playing witch in the kitchen.

After that near death experience, we used our time to catch up on our respective life, giving each other advice. Which, let's be honest, won't be good advice, or if they are, we will likely not follow them. At least that always grants us the possibility to say 'I told you so' afterward, and that is always satisfactory.

I was left out with a 'you should stay away from Downey, but I know you won't so at least try to get to know him better and try to figure out his feelings toward you before falling deeper for him" .

And I left her with a 'tell your mother to suck it up, I know family is important to you but she is clearly using you and that's not okay'.

This is an aspect of her that I always struggled with, because she is the type to always support her family no matter what happens, even if it puts her in a bad place. And I'm the type to not care about my family, to me they're just people, if we get along then okay, but the moment they cross a line, I have no problem cutting them off my life, which is something I already did with a couple of my family members. So seeing her own mother pushing her down and her accepting it always drove me mad.

After talking for a solid two hours we ended up falling asleep on her couch together, almost spooning. If anyone was to walk in, I'm pretty sure they'd believe we were a couple, which, funny enough, already happened to us before.

Indeed, people thought we were a couple throughout middle school and highschool and that's why I bloody struggled to get a boyfriend. These rumours have diminished now that she is in a different uni, but keep getting questions here and there. To be frank, that also amused me, and we always played with it. That was a fun game to confuse people around us, even more to annoy the clearly homophobic ones around.