bastard

01 x unpredictable

"Umm...what!?" I exclaimed, quite loudly for the dean's office for that matter.

"It's just until Cole starts going to school." Mr. Gong explained. "I saw you talk to him last week. You two seem to go along."

I raised my eyebrow in skepticism and waited for him to continue. I never even talked to him? What the hell is he saying?

"Bridgette, Mr. Michaels actually asked the school counselor to keep an eye on him but he rarely even goes to school. So I thought, why not get a student to talk sense to him and actually make him go to school? Cole Michaels is a special case since his father owns the company that sponsors our university. You understand this situation, don't you?" He pointed to the school poster on the wall.

Liberty Institute of Technology
Connecting paths to success

Below it was the logo for MTE (Michaels Technologies Corporation), manufacturer of various computer hardwares, softwares and the lot. They were a huge part of the success of our university since they supplied all technology related stuff, from computers to televisions to projectors.

"But Cole is very...umm...unpredictable." I reasoned to him.

He was, really.
He projects this bad boy type and doesn't really have much friends, yet he is very very popular.
We're both in second year and he rarely attends classes. Professors say that it's because he's sometimes homeschooled. I guess not.

"That young boy indeed is. But please, Ms. Lively, I really need your help. I already talked to Mr. Michaels about assigning a fellow student and he agreed. I can give you information on where he lives." He slid out a piece of paper, where his address was written.

"I'll see you every Friday and report to me on how he is doing. When he starts to attend regularly, I'll never bother you again."

I still don't understand why he picked me out of all people. Doesn't he have friends? We only shared a class or two and I don't really know him. What the hell is on Mr. Gong's head.

"Sorry, Mr. Gong. I can't really do what you ask for me to do. Maybe you could ask other students? I'm really sorry." I tried to be as nice as I can, but rejections are never really.

He looked really stressed about this. His tie were the wrong color since he assigned color for each day. Whenever you forget what day it is, just look at the dean's tie.
His slanted, Chinese eyes had bags and his desk were full of scattered papers.

He sighed heavily and thought deeply. "Mr. Michaels will pay you."

My eyes widened at the mention of money. I could really use any amount to help my mom pay the tuition fee.

"Alright." I took the piece of paper with Cole's whereabouts. "I'm in."

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I began to regret what I did by the second I walked out of Mr. Gong's office.

I literally have no idea how dealing with Cole would be like. I don't even know where to find where he is now! I doubt that I'll see him at their house, he's probably out somewhere being a bad boy or something.

I am so fucked.

I decided to think through it after classes and headed to the library to write a report about the holocaust. The cold air hit me as I walked inside and I mentally thanked the inventor of air conditioner. It was really hot outside and I couldn't spend another minute with the sun.

I walked to the non-fiction section to borrow The Diary of a Young Girl for references when I almost stepped on a leg. Or tripped. Whichever.
The leg was sticking out from the side of the bookshelf and the owner of the leg was probably leaning on the side where I can't see.

"Sorry." I told the leg, I mean the guy. I looked down and

Holy fucking shit

It was Cole fucking Michaels!

I was confused, surprised, a mix of both, and there were a lot of questions running in my head.

Cole Michaels actually stepped inside this school?
Why the hell is he in a library? He doesn't look like the reading type.
Is he actually reading Black Boy by Richard Wright?
And is he fucking smoking?

"Hey!" I called out to him, he stopped reading and looked up to me. His expression was indifferent.

"You shouldn't smoke in here." I crossed my arms, looking proud. I feel like a police officer who just caught a criminal.

He just stared at me and well, I stared back.
He was wearing a plain black shirt with shades hanging on the pocket of his jean jacket.
His hair was styled but not, looks like it was styled to be messy and that style looked hot.
He was the definition of a mysterious bad boy, to put it simply.

"Are you just gonna stare at me." He spoke, which doesn't really sounded like a question and oh gosh how can a voice be hot? His voice was hot! How the fuck can a voice be hot.

I snapped out of my trance and made the best impression of an intimidating police officer that I can. "That's against the school rules, mister. You can't smoke in here."

He stood up, faced me and I guessed that he was gonna take out his cigarette yet he brought it to his lips and exhaled the smoke right into my face.

"Oh my fucking gosh!" Some got into my eyes so I closed them tightly. I coughed excessively and fanned the smoke using my hand.

What the fucking hell is this guy thinking!?
It fucking stinks! I swear I developed asthma.

I was supposed to scold him more after my coughing died down but I found the book he was reading on the shelf, not even placed correctly, and he was nowhere to be seen.

He fucking left me! And he didn't even treat me as a significant human being!

What the fucking hell have I got myself into!?

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author's note:
oh gosh this really was...meh...but i was really imagining cole as alex turner here and *heart eyes emoji*