In Your Dreams

22 || Emmett Larkin

Thirty minutes in and Phoebe hadn't shown up in class. Did she forget we have quiz today in our ethics class? I mean, after thinking what she had done throughout the day yesterday, I'm not surprised if she actually forgot about our quiz.

But didn't her dream version of herself just told me that she had reviewed the topic for our quizzes before she fell asleep? I vaguely remember her say those words to me when I was magically transported into a porch with a beautiful waterfall in front of us. And for some reason they are wild animals that awfully looks like my friends. It's like their heads are attached to an animal.

But anyway, enough about that weird image of Alecks and Hanz' head on a zebra. Phoebe Summers is supposed to be the main topic here. And surprise, surprise, she still hadn't shown up. Lucky for her, our professor-I genuinely forgot his name, I'll just call him sir Ethics-isn't here yet. So maybe she still has some time.

Though, if sir Ethics shows up and Phoebe isn't here, I unfortunately can't sweet talk the professor again to move the quiz or at least adjust the time when we'll start taking it. I've already sweet-talked my way yesterday since I hadn't reviewed for the quiz and I genuinely don't want to fail this minor course.

After about three minutes before the start of our class, Phoebe Summers had finally shown up by the door. I stare at her for a moment, admiring how prim and proper she looks despite knowing she has to run from her dorm and towards here. I mean, judging from how she's trying to catch her breath, she did make a run for it.

Her eyes glance their way at my direction. Unfortunately for her, most of the seats are taken. The only seat that is available was next to me. How did that happen? Well, it's because my two very amazing friends-Alecks and Hanz-decided to sit away from me so that, and I quote, "give me some time with Phoebe Summers after what had happened last night." They legit said those chain of words at me before proceeding to take a seat elsewhere.

I watch with a forced smile as she rolled eyes before desperately trying to find at least some other spot she could sit. Her turns around, her eyes doing multiple laps as she scans the whole room for an extra chair. After a second or so, I notice that she blew out a short breath before finally making her way towards me. She looks so defeated and drained with each step she does that takes her closer and closer to me.

By the time she's finally a meter away from me, I flash her a bright smile. "Good morning," I greet and wait as she takes her seat right next to me. "Have you finally reviewed for the quiz?" I lean closer to her in case she pretends she hadn't heard me despite us only being one seat apart.

I turn to look at her just as she prepared her pen and paper in front of her desk. She's clearly ignoring me, it even shows on her emotionless expression. She's pretending like I don't exist. When she finally places her bag down beside her chair, I stretch my foot out and gently tap her bag with my toe.

"Hey, did you review for the quiz?" I ask again, like I'm some sort of attention-seeking brat. Which I am, but I'm only doing this to annoy Phoebe Summers.

"Yes," She says matter-of-factly without even turning her head to face. "Last night, before going to bed. Now leave me alone," She kicked the foot I had been using to get the attention.

A soft howl of pain escaped my lips as I try to get my foot away from danger. The woman can be so violent every so often. First her notebook, now her actual foot. I shake my head and tore my eye off her and towards the front of the room. Well, at least she'd confirm what she had told me during my dreams that she indeed studied for the quiz. That's... Good to know at least.

I can't help but to sneak a glance at her from time to time. During those sneaky glances, I notice that she had her weapon of a notebook out in her hand. At first, I thought she was getting ready to struck me with me when I decided to make a wrong move at her. But then I noticed that she's reading something. I'm guessing she's taking one final read before our professor Ethics shows up.