Brutal Love

Chapter 3

Three months later.

"I'm Dr. Green, I am a Professor of Political Science here at the University of Alabama, and I am excited to welcome everyone to Foundations of Comparative Politics. This class is a prerequisite, so after you take this class there will be more classes available, I know a lot of you guys are freshmen or transferring majors to Political Science and for that, I will say we have a fun fall semester planned out ahead of us. The most important work you'll do for this class is the readings and quizzes. . ."

I listen to Dr. Green intently until her syllabus lecture is finished and I head out of the classroom. It seems like an interesting class to be in, yet I'm not excited about the time of the homework.

I glance at my schedule and see that I have time before I have to meet my advisor. I go to Panera and get coffee, before walking in the direction of her office. As I'm opening the door to one of the halls someone pushes on the other side and slams into me. He's tall and he not only knocks me over while I'm in heels, but he also spills my black coffee all over my white blouse and my notes from Comp Politics. I fall backward onto the tile floor and I hear an unpleasant crunching around from my backpack when all of my weight falls on top of it. Shit. Fuck.

"Ah!" I scream as the hot coffee pours on me.

"Jesus christ!" the guy says as he steps backward.

I quickly turn over and see my comparative Politics notes soaked in Hazelnut $3 coffee.

"What the fuck!" I yell and swing around to look at the flaming asshole who decided to barrel through the staircase door without a care in the world.

His white shirt is covered in coffee too.

Holy fucking shit.

He lifts his head up and it is Elias from Paris.

My mind flashes back to Giselle's apartment and him and I getting intimate.

"You," I say.

"You fucking soaked my white shirt." He says.

"I- what? Are you an idiot you soaked my white shirt and my very important Political notes!" I almost yell.

"Calm down, you're yelling." He says with distaste.

"I'm? I'm- I'm YELLING?!"

He frowns.

"YOU JUST RUINED 50 MINUTES OF NOTES!" I exclaim.

"And you ruined a Ralph Lauren shirt."

"Suck my fucking dick Elias, I think you'll survive after YOU BARRALED into me!"

He chuckles, "Yeah it's Aya alright."

"Fuck does that mean?"

"Same immature little-"

"Elias St. James!" A woman from behind me says.

I turn around and see my advisor as she approaches with a plate of cookies.

"Hello Layla!" I say.

"Aya, how are you? I bought these for our meeting."

"I'm good I-"

"How's your father Elias?" She interrupts me to ask.

"He's good, settling in nicely."

"We're so happy to have him as the President, you still have to come over for dinner some time." She says.

"Wait, St. James? Like George St. James?"

He looks at me with a disgusted look and then ignores the question.

Fuck this I mutter and I walk off and up the stairs. I glance back toward the door as it closes.

There's that neck, that wavy hair, the cologne that I tasted.

My heart is pounding. Absolutely banging out of my chest. What is happening right now, what the fuck is my life.