My curse

Sky

After taking a quick shower, I put on my black pants and a white sweater. I let my wavy hair down and put on some mascara and lipgloss. It's my first day back in college, I have an economics class in less than 15 minutes. As I grab my bag from my desk, I feel the pain in my wrist from my fall in the gym. I applied some ice as soon as I came back but it still hurts. 

I enter the classroom which is very packed and avoid all the stares. I should have come earlier. I head for an empty chair without making any eye contact. As soon as I sit down, the professor comes in and closes the door behind him. I watch him put his laptop on his desk, he is in his mid-fifties with a bald head and a round belly. He looks up waiting for the silence to settle. As soon as he opens his mouth to speak he is interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Come in" He demands putting a hand on his hip, annoyed and ready to scold whoever it is who interrupted him. The door opens and the scowl on the professor's face quickly disappears, replaced by a small smile. "Mr. Wood, I didn't know you were taking my class." He says to the guy who just entered. I can only see his black hair, black shirt that fits greatly, and his black pants, from where I am sitting but the sudden change in the professor's demeanor made me curious. Who could it be? 

 "Yeah, I am." The guy responds in a confident deep voice. A familiar voice. Where have I heard it before? "Great, go ahead and take a seat then." The professor announces a warm smile on his face. As soon as the guy turns to look for an empty chair, our eyes meet and a small gasp escapes my mouth. It's him. The guy from the gym. The one who tried to help me. YES. This is a great opportunity to apologize.

His intense stare never leaves mine as he approaches. My heart starts beating out of my chest. I open my mouth to offer him the empty seat next to mine but he completely ignores me and heads for the one behind me. I deserve that. I look straight ahead and try to focus on the board. But I can feel his eyes on the back of my head.

As soon as the professor dismisses us, I turn around to face Wood no longer able to ignore his presence. He quickly stands up holding his backpack and leaves. Ignoring me, again.  I just want to apologize for God's sake. Why is he making it hard on me. I gather my things and leave the classroom after him. I hate when someone ignores me like that, I need to settle this issue with him now. I don't care if he doesn't accept my apology, he just has to know that I am sorry and then, I can continue with my life like before. I can't stand the guilt that invades my mind, if the roles were reversed I would expect an apology.

I spot him standing outside with a couple of student talking and laughing. Making friends quickly. I see. "So yeah, I transferred to this college because of my dad's job." I hear him say to one of the guys as I stand in front of him. "Can we talk?" I ask him looking at his chest, his wide chest, avoiding his brown eyes. I play nervously with the hem of my sleeves, I can feel everyone's eyes on me. "Okay." He says, amusement evident in his voice. I look up and meet his eyes, but the smiles I see on his face is different than the one he gave me in the gym. This one is not genuine. I feel a sudden chill down my spin. I take a step back and wait for him to move. When he doesn't, I clarify "Alone."

He shakes his head and says "No, we can talk here. You don't mind guys, right?" He looks around his friends as they all say no. Shit. Now everyone will know my business. I've been mysterious and silent for the past 2 years, and if I said anything about my reaction in the gym I will only cause suspicion. Maybe I can just say 'Hey, sorry about earlier' and get it over with. But the way he is looking at me, an evil smile painting his lips, is scaring me. He won't leave it at that. He will press me and ask me questions I can't answer. I can't take the risk. 

"We will talk later then." I answer, my voice firm, my eyes locked on his. As I turn to leave, I hear him say :"Oh now you can't talk, how funny." I stop in my tracks, my shoulder tense. An evil smirk is clear on his face as he waits for my response. "What do you mean, Wood?" I ask dryly, my eyes never leaving his. I notice a triumphant look on his face. "Oh now we are back to last names. Yesterday, you were screaming Elijah as you came on my dick. And now it's back to Woods." A round of laughs erupts before he even finishes his sentence.

What an asshole, that was really low of him. But I can't keep my lips sealed and leave with my head down. Before I can fully think it through I say with an ugly smile on my face, looking at his eyes as they study me. "Well, I'm sorry I had to fake it with you. But honestly your small dick wasn't doing it for me. I had to put on a show to avoid hurting your feelings." A loud silence follows as everyone processes what I said. And then, I hear ohh, ouch man, that hurt, oh no. 

I can't tear my defiant eyes away from his. I can clearly see anger and rage clouding them. He clenches his fists and tenses his jaw. Maybe I went too far, but I don't care at this point. He started it. I slowly turn around and head for my next class leaving chaos behind me.