Like Night And Day

chapter 2: Sterling

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I stood for a little while after kicking Will out. What was wrong with me? I had just met this guy and kicked him out of my room, but for some reason I wished I hadn't.
I ran my hands down my face. "God, what is wrong with me?", I slapped myself, "Get yourself together you pussy!" I yelled at myself.
"STERLING!" Claire called to me from downstairs. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I called back.
"GET DOWN HERE!"
"WHAT ARE YOU, MY MOTHER?!"
"I MIGHT AS WELL BE. NOW GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE YOUNG LADY!"
"Ehhhhhhh," I groaned. I started to trudge down the stairs to Claire's room.
"Come here bitch," she said patting her bed as I stopped by the doorway.
"By the way I'm older than you," I reminded her when I settled next to her. "Ya, by 5 months, but that's not why I needed you. You know that guy who was just here?"
"Um I think I can recall," I said slowly.
"Ok good. So he didn't sleep with me as planned."
"And that's a good thing for you?"
"No. Just shutup and listen," she said, getting annoyed. I chuckled and rested my hand on my chin. "Ok, shoot."
"So the reason why he didn't sleep with me was because he saw you. I'm not really mad about it, but I just thought I should warn you that he really likes you and..."
"Hold on, hold on. We just met like five minutes ago and you're saying that he 'has a crush on me'?"
"Yes but..."
"Claire this is college, NOT highschool. We all need to just grow up and Will seems like a real asshat, so I want nothing to do with 'it'," I said, making sure to be clear to her.
"Ok, ok but I..."
"I'm going to go shower and we know that'll take a while," I gestured to my hair, "so if I were you I would fix my hair because the 'almost had sex' look doesn't really look good on you. Love ya!" I winked at her and slipped out of her room for the second time today. Ew...
I heard Claire groan and say "Eh, love you too." I smiled, feeling accomplished.

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After showering I did my usual hair routine to try and "tame the mane". I suddenly had the urge to check the time only to realize that it was 5:00. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!", I cursed while running out of the bathroom. I had a class at 5:15!
I threw on a shirt, shorts, and a hat to cover my hair until I had time to fix it . Grabbing my keys and wallet, I ran out the door.
Once I arrived at my Intro To Philosophy class, I turned off my car and ran into the building. I checked my phone again. 5:20?! I sprinted to the door and opened it; praying that it had started late.
"Sterling Harvin?", the professor called to me.
"Yes sir, that's me," I smiled trying not to get a rise out of him.
"Ah. So nice of you to grace us with your presence Samantha. Could you tell the class why you are so much more special than the rest of us?"
"I'm sorry, what?" I stupidity said.
"Well, at least tell us why indeed you were late, or you can just leave my classroom," he said slyly.
Fuck you Professor Lainer. "Of course Professor Lainer," I gave him my best fake smile and looked around the room only to see Will in the backrow smiling. "Well we're waiting..."
"I was late to class because I was washing my hair."
"Washing your hair?"
"Yes sir"
"It doesn't look like you washed your hair Serena a..."
"Actually it's Sterling," I corrected the bastard. The classed laughed, but I was not amused. Who forgets someone's name on purpose?! Mr. Lainer was only like 45!
"What Sarah?"
"Nevermind. What were you saying before?" I was done with this man.
"Your hair isn't down, but hidden under a hat! How are we to know if it is wet?"
"Well I blowdried it so it's not wet anymore. I really don't think that we should take up class time with this matter."
"Nonsense, this is a 3 hour class! We have nothing but time. Why don't you just take down your hair so we can see that you are not lying." That evil little bastard. He was a 4'10, bald, middle aged man without a heart.
I hadn't even put product in it yet so it look so frizzy that I could keep birds in it. It was like a lion's mane on steroids! "Um..."
"Um what? Take it down this instant or get out!" He yelled at me.
I groaned and removed the hat. My hair popped out like a worm in a can. The entire class of 102 people started to laugh, including Will. "Ok you may sit now, " Mr. Lainer finally said.
I trudged up to a seat beside Will on purpose, just to mess with him.
"So one minute you're in love with me and the next you're laughing at my humiliation?" I questioned him while I stuck my baseball cap back on.
"Well I just decided that your not worth it," he stated to me with no emotion.
"Excuse me?" That cocky bastard.
"You're not worth all of the chasing and heart break. I'd rather stick to my hookups."
"Well you're not worth it either. I'd rather shit in my hand and clap than be with someone as cocky as you."
"So do you want to be friends?"
"God, you sound like your in kindergarten," I laughed.
"So, friends?"
"Eh," I eyed him up and down, "sure, why not."
He spit in his hand and put it out to me. "Shake on it?"
"Ew no! Does anyone even do that anymore?" I asked disgusted.
Will wiped his hand on his jacket. "Nah. I just thought it'd be funny to see your reaction," he told me.
"Asshole," I said before turning my attention back on Mr. Lainer.
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"Honestly, who does that in real life?! That man should get fired for that! This is Columbia, not Harvard! And this ain't no legally blonde either," I ranted to Will.
He chuckled. "You're just easy to pick on babe," he told me.
"Ew don't call me that."
"Call you what?" He asked cluelessly.
"Babe."
"Oh come on. I call everyone 'babe'," he whined.
"Not me."
"Ah why not,?" He said before running into someone.
"Watch where you walk idiot!" They called after Will as he walked a little further ahead of me.
"I swear this courtyard is so packed that we could be sardines," he said, exasperated.
"That made absolutely no sense," I laughed.
"Well in my mind it did. Let's go."
"Where to?" I asked him.
"Um, how about dinner? I'm starving and craving Chinese," he said and I gave him a weird look,"It's 8:30 and I haven't eaten anything since 5! Come on I'm dying here!" He whined yet again. He was like a freaking child!
"Ok let's get take out and we can eat it at my place." This time he was the one giving me the weird look."I've got Netflix," I told him.
"What are you standing there for? Let's go!" He said and started to pull my arm.
What have I gotten myself into?
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Second chapter! I honestly like writing in Sterling's point of view
more that Will's but don't tell him :).
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-Addie ;)