Tantalizing

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                                         NAVIA

I officially hated college.

More like i officially hated Professor Gibbins.

Everything about the man pissed me off. From his ridiculous last name, to his ugly little round glasses that made him look like a less attractive middle aged version of Harry Potter.

I never really had a major issue with him until today- today when he handed me back my newly graded assignment. That's when i saw it- a huge, red, fucking D written on the front of my paper.

It was my third year at university and i'd never gotten anything below a B minus...ever. To say i was appalled, would be an understatement.

I was already having a shit week but that, was the icing on the cake- i'd definitely be crying about this later.

I gave Professor Gibbins a piece of my mind- practically demanding he change my grade, seeing as though i did not deserve such a poor grade. He argued that my grade was well deserved because i 'failed to demonstrate a clear understanding of the assignment'.

Yeah right.

I was sure he had some kind of vendetta against me.

Sauntering through campus with a scowl on my face, i ignored the students whose eyes followed me. I was not in the mood to interact with anyone...at all.

Almost there to my car, my eyes caught those of a familiar dark haired boy- nope, not today. I kept walking, not once second guessing my steps. "Navia." I continued to my car, ignoring the sound of rushed footsteps behind me.

If i just pretend i don't hear him, he'll go away, "Navia!" I guess not.

My movements slowed down as the boy came up beside me, "What do you want, Xavier?" I questioned, irritation lacing my tone.

Xavier, i'd met him during sophomore year. He was your typical frat boy. Popular, Super Hot, and a bit childish at times. I'd hooked up with him a few times and now he wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. I kindly explained to him that i wasn't looking for anything right now. I didnt know if he thought i was playing hard to get or what...but this was getting out of hand.

Now don't get me wrong- the dick was good and he was a nice guy. But i didn't want nice. As crazy as that sounds, I wanted something more. With Xavier there was no excitement there, no thrill, and most importantly, no feelings involved. At least not on my end. I didn't see Xavier as anything other than a friend...a fuck buddy, if you will.

" I just wanna talk." He raised his hands in surrender, continuing to walk beside me as i reached my car.

I unlocked it, throwing my bag into the passenger seat before turning my focus back to Xavier, "It can't wait till tomorrow?" i questioned, hoping my tone didn't come out too harsh.

"I guess it could, but i'd rather talk to you now-"

I held back a groan as i hopped in. "I'm not in the mood right now, call me?" I said, driving off without waiting for a reply.

That might've been rude, but i didn't really feel like talking to him right now.

My apartment wasn't too far from my schools campus, i'd gotten there in under twenty minutes and i let out a sigh upon entry. I couldn't wait to lie down. Tossing my bag on the floor, i took off my cardigan and placed it on the rack by the front door.

A soft purring caught my attention as a big ball of fur rubbed against the material of my jeans. My eyes flickered down and i smiled upon seeing the animal and i instantly bent down to pick him up.