My Destiny

Chapter 24

Isha's POV 

"Let's go", he pulled me by my arm and we walked into our class. It is literature. I took my seat, wished if Ryan would sit beside me.

"Hey Isha", It didn't sound like Ryan's voice. I turned around, I was surprised to see David sitting beside me, Ryan was standing beside him, his face was red like a tomato completely filled with anger.

"Hi, actually Ryan was supposed to sit here", I was annoyed by his behavior. 

"Oop's the seat is taken", he looked at Ryan and smiled. He ball his fist.

"You gotta be fucking kissing me", he yelled, gave a deadly stare as if he was going to murder him any movement. I got from my seat too and followed Ryan.

"Why are you fucking following me", he turned towards me. I was stunned by his words. "Don't you have to go and sit with that dick head." He cussed under his breath. 

"I want to sit with you", my voice barely audible. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Look am sorry for lashing out at you, it's just I can't see that dick head around you. How can you tolerate him. I fucking want to break his legs so that he won't be able to come near you."

"Calm down." I wanted to say more. I wanted him to know that David is my friend, he was there when you weren't. He was there during my performance, but it wasn't him with whom I performed. I chose not to say anything and make things worse.
He nodded, we both took our seats which were placed at the end. No other seats were placed beside us. I placed my bag on the table. 

"Good morning students", our Lit class started.

"Lets start with an essay", my eyes moved from Ryan to our Lit professor.

"About, Effects of Social Media on Youths' " , He blinked his eyes twice. Others started complaining about the topic.

"What's the point in writing this shit, after the class they are anyways going to end up using it", a guy stood up who was sitting on the other corner.

"It's for awareness"

"Bullshit", two of them cursed under their breath.

"Oh god, it is really a fucked up class", Ryan groans.

"Come on, it's not that tough.", I tilt my head towards his shoulder.

"I'll give you class my entire period to bring up something creative and interesting.", he says and takes his seat back. Others keep looking at eachother and talk.

"I said, only this period.", he warned us again.

I grabbed my bag and took my lit book out. I wrote the topic and started to think. 

"What the fuck are you doing", his chin rested on his hand.

"Am trying to think and and complete my essay"

"Your thinking about that god damn essay", his voice was little louder than before.

"Yeah, shouldn't you do the same and give me some ideas or help yourself with them", I usually hate when people interrupt me, but here it was different. I didn't feel irritated, okay yeah, I did feel a little but...., 

"My thoughts don't linger around some stupid essay", his hand was on my bare thigh. My body ignited just by his touch. God why did I have to wear skirt today. As much I regretted it I liked it too. His hands moved upwards.

"I didn't know your thoughts keeps lingering only over such things", I whispered. I looked around to make sure no one was looking at us. Thankfully everyone were busy either trying the essay or gossiping.