LITTLE MISS.

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Versaï's POV.

Today was fucking Wednesday and I couldn't wait for it to end. I sat in Professor Lakes' class, she was nice enough to welcome me officially. My new classmates seemed nice as well, probably because they hadn't heard the rumors about me yet. Perhaps it was a 21R-B thing and I would be so ecstatic if it was, because this was clearly a fresh start for me.

I could fully concentrate on my books now and take this class seriously. I was a nerd for crying out loud so I needed to act like one. I sat comfortably at the back of the class with my hand on my cheek as my mind wandered on its own. What would the aura in my old class be like? Would people notice I was gone? Would Russian, sorry- would Professor Tribbiani even bother to try and get me back in his class?

Was I being delusional? My face scrunched up at the memory of our argument yesterday. Had I been so rude to him? Would he still try and talk to me even after I told him to stay the 'fuck' away from me?

Ugggh! I rolled my eyes at myself with a huff up when my phone vibrated. My heart almost rose to my mouth when I saw the notification on the screen. The contact wasn't saved but i knew exactly who the message was from, I swiped it open quickly and read it.

Why the fuck are you not in my class, Miss Paris?

I stared at the text impassively, the ability to conjure up a reply leaving my body like smoke. What exactly was I supposed to write back? I stared at the message one more time then turned off my phone. I just wouldn't reply, there was nothing he could do to me at this point, I already signed a form that accepted me to switch from his class to another.

I tried to concentrate again but all i could think of was Russian Tribbiani and the text I had failed to reply to. I just had to get through this day and would escape to the comfort of my apartment. Thank God Liberty wasn't going to be around when i got back, she and Jarrell together with some of her other friends had gone on a camping trip which I was supposed to join on the weekend.

Now I wished to have gone with them when Liberty asked, at least I'd have many distractions and wouldn't be seated here with Russian stuck to my mind 24/7. I threw my head back, waiting for the time to pass by slowly until the end of this lecture.

The huge clock on the wall chimed 12:00pm sharp, i almost pumped my fist in the air when Professor Lakes ended the class and we were free to go. I traveled the halls cautiously, praying to the heavens that I didn't pump into Russian.

I made it out safely, hid behind some bushes to order for an uber ride home. I really really needed to take some driving lessons. When my car came, I entered the back seat quickly and told the guy to leave immediately before I had a panic attack.

My heart was pounding the minute i locked the apartment door behind me. I squeezed my eyes in attempt to calm myself down, this was getting too much for me. I wanted my old life back, where... there was nothing good about my old life either. I just wanted all this to stop.

I didn't want to be attracted to my Professor, I didn't want him to bother me too. I needed to forget about him; his soft yet skilled lips, his touch and the sound of his sexy voice. Dragging myself to my bedroom, I undressed, took a shower and changed into something comfortable. I made myself some lunch then headed to bed for a nap.

A loud banging noise from my front door woke me up. I sat up in shock then snapped my head to the bedside alarm for the time. It was 7:30pm, I had slept for the entire afternoon. The banging continued making me roll my eyes, perhaps Liberty had  forgotten something or returned early? That wasn't possible but there was only one way to find out.

I splashed water on my face, wrapped my hair into a messy bun before heading to the door. Who the hell could it be? I swear, if it was someone who was lost, I would flip!