He settled down in the front, which he always did, but due to unavailability of seats, he sat in the middle of the pathway. He kept his guitar inside the room itself which was greeted by a polite suggestion.
"Why don't you leave it outside?"
Who could be that Mr. Polite?
Dried black Raisin? Oh, I mean the lecturer?
Woah, yeah.
"Nah, she's my soul." he sighed. "She better be there in my sight."
Unbelievable.
Now my favorite instrument was his soul? And how was I supposed to react?
Probably confused like the others. But I think I wasn't .
I was frustrated. Sort of. And why? Cause he already had his Soulmate?
Maybe Yes.
***
Break was damn boring. I really tossed myself in boredom. Gosh I needed to get outta there.
I decided to go down, where I'd find half of my class geeks gobbling and stuffing their mouths with oily patties. I hadn't cared much, because all I wanted was to get away from that suffocating room. I wanted some air in!
I bumped into someone. Someone hard.
"Uh.. I'm so sorry...You okay?" the voice said.
"Yeah, guess I'm fine." I spoke mechanically.
"You need me to help you out?" he said, quite caring. And that quite irritated me.
"Help me in what?" I sputtered.
"Drop you to class-"
"I just bumped, it was no serious accident." I said shooting him death glares.
"But I ought to help!" he cried.
"What are you? Huh?" I said, frustrated. "Don't be a crybaby."
"But wait there-" I cut him off every single time he tried speaking. I didn't want to talk to him.
"What do you want??" I shouted and everybody turned to face us. And it might have looked like that he was my boyfriend and I was actually dumping him.
Why on earth always me?
All I prayed was that he didn't see me.
And you know what? He didn't. Yay!
"Listen, Whatever your name is," I started, and he interrupted.
"Rick"
Let me murder him, please.
I raised an eyebrow, and continued with my outburst "...whatever dick, you better mind your business. It was just an accident, don't be so sorry okay? You needn't worry about me, and I'm confident that I can take care of myself. Understand?" I gasped for breath. He frowned, particularly at me calling him 'Dick', but I didn't care.
"Um...firstly I'm Rick, I ain't dick. And then it was just a caring gesture... And you sure you can look after yourself?"
I rolled my eyes, I didn't want to speak a word with him anymore. Why couldn't he just get lost?
"Isn't that what I just said?" I sputtered shoving him in his chest, and moving him out of my way.
"Hey, What's your name again?" he shouted.
"What again? I never told you, prick." I spoke over my shoulder. "It's Rick. Rick Ross."
I actually smiled at how hard he tried to get me to call him by his name.
"Whatever, Dental Floss." I blurted, as I walked down the staircase.
I guess I heard him smirk.
That's weird.
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Hello everybody!
Okay, so first things first, it's going to be a short story, yet the chapters are going to be long like any other story.
I mean, the number of chapters will be less and then it'll be finished soon, like real soon.
My semesters are coming up, so I would be like updating real slow.
Yep, I wouldn't stop updating, just a bit slowly.
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Short StoryThis is the story of Jane, a Fifteen year old, who's too full, and overloaded. She's got school, and her parents got her tied up with this Coaching because they believe that it's gonna help her out in all the ways. She has decided that she would com...
