College Girl

Chapter 6

Liberty's POV

Why can't I get at least a C in this damn class? It's been a month and I'm struggling to maintain a C-! I need to talk to this hard headed man.

After class, I walk up to Mr. Neverson's desk for the 50 millionth time. He picks up his head from his papers and stares at me annoyed as I walk towards him. He stops me before I can utter a word.

"Lemme guess: you're here to complain about your grade." He states knowingly.

"Look Mr. Neverson, I've been working my ass off to get at least a B- in this class, but you don't seem to give a damn."

"Look Liberty, you're so used to being praised for your work that you're not used to working hard for the grade. Your work just doesn't impress me."

My jaw drops at his statement. I felt like slapping the crap out of him.

"You're being so unfair and bias!" I yell.

"I am fair and unbiased. I don't show favoritism towards any of my students. Just work a bit harder because your work isn't all that."

Oh my gosh! I stand there and stare I his stupid face. I've only been this pissed a couple times in my life. I don't know how he does it so easily. I stomp out and and yell,"Jackass!"
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I get home and tell Rihanna and Gabrielle everything that happened.

"You called him a jackass?!" Rihanna says about to spit out her drink.

"Hell yeah because he was acting like one." I reply.

Gabrielle chuckles.

"What?" I ask her.

"It's nothing." She says and waves her hand.

"Nah. Tell me." I demand.

She sighs and says,"Maybe he likes you."

My eyes almost bulge out of my head.

"Hell no. Impossible." I say.

"Yeah. That's crazy, Gabby." Rihanna agrees.

"Ight then." Gabby says.

Continuing with my complaining, I say,

"I'm gonna fail this class. How will I get into Pharmacy School with a C- in inorganic chem?" I complain.

I sigh and sit back. We all sit in quiet until Rihanna says,

"Let's take some shots. It'll calm you down, and better our Tuesday night."

I wish I can, but I decline.

"I can't. I have class tomorrow, and I'm not tryna go with a hangover."

"Lame." Rihanna calls me," How about you Gab?"

"I'll take one then be done. Like Lib said, I'm not tryna go to class with a hangover."

Rihanna rolls her eyes and goes to the cabinet that has all the alcohol.

"Y'all need to learn how to have fun. Why are you guys my best friends again?" She asks jokingly as she walks back with a bottle of vodka in her hand, two shot glasses, and a lemon.

"Because we all balance each other out." I say smiling.

Rihanna pours the two drinks and cuts the lemon and half. It looks so tempting. Rihanna looks at me mischievously one last time and says,

"You can join in any time."

".....no. I'll just go to the library to study." I say and get up and grab my purse.