"Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
-- Bernard M. Baruch
Thanks to Calvin, the worker at the coffee shop, I was late to my class. I hate being late. Also, on the way to the college campus, there was so much traffic. I guess there was a wreck, so all of the awaiting vehicles that wanted to get past, had to take a detour.
Nothing was going well for me today, which was exactly like every other day in the week. I always encountered horrible luck. It seemed as if it just waited for me to make a fool of myself.
The professor dismissed all of the students, calling for me to stay afrer class. I sighed, heading down the aisle, his desk getting closer with every step I took. He was probably going to yell at me or talk to me about why I was late. In college, though, you don't even have to show up to class; but it still upset the professors. They come here just to teach you about the material you need to learn for the job you want in the future.
I stopped in front of Professor James, chewing on my lip. "You called?" I said, looking at him.
He nodded, straightening out his desk. "Astrid, you're my best student, on top of the class. You turn in the work needed, and you pay attention closely; but this past week you've been lacking interest. You failed your last exam, which is shocking, and you're missing some work." He paused, taking a deep breath; before continuing, "what's going on? You've been so distracted lately, it's hurting your grade."
"I'm so sorry. I've been so caught up in paying my rent...I've been asking my boss for extra hours and everything. I guess I'm so exhausted that I forgot about my college work." I explained, letting out a shaky breath. He stared at me for a moment longer, nodding soon after.
"All right. Promise that you'll try harder?" He asked, taking a seat in front of a pile of papers.
"I promise."
"Good. You can go now." He replied, his attention focused on grading the work that sat on his desk.
I sighed, turning on my heel and hurrying out of the room. Right when I walked out of the double doors, Brigitte removed herself from the wall.
"What was that about?" She asked, falling into step next to me. You'd think I would have jumped, asking her where she had come from, but nope. I'm so used to her doing that, that I kind of expect it now.
"Nothing important, really." I replied, heading to the cafe.
A few hours passed, and now I was in the coffee shop, doing my work that was due tomorrow. Before I came here, though, I went home to feed Ember. He was so excited, which was the cutest thing in the world.
I took a sip of my coffee, reading the chapters that were assigned. I groaned, running my fingers through my hair.
"Having fun?" A male voice asked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. I looked up, about to tell whoever it was to leave me alone, but I stopped myself immediately.
Calvin stood in front of me, the same playful smirk I saw earlier before covering his face.
"Oh yeah, because doing makeup college work is so much fun." I joked, rolling my eyes.
Calvin stared at me for a long while, not moving an inch. Suddenly a smile cracked across his lips; he pulled the chair out from underneath the table, and sat vertical from myself.
"You're a college student?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of me. I looked behind him, noticing that a girl about a year or so younger than I am, walked through the door. The ding sounded, but Calvin didn't seem to hear it, or maybe he didn't care.
The brunette had her hair up into a ponytail, her face caked with make-up; which didn't really cause her to be any prettier. She was tan, too tan. It seemed like she went to the salon every single day.
Her gaze met mine, before turning to see that Calvin was sitting at my table. Her jaw tightened, her eyes turning cold.
I glanced at the man in front of me, whispering: "You have a customer and she doesn't seem too happy." He peered behind him as well, sighing loudly. The girl perked up, smiling wide in his direction.
I'm guessing they were an item. Although Calvin didn't look pleased to see her. "Annie, what do you want?" He asked, not moving from he table.
"I came to see you, silly!" She giggled, making her way towards us. I put my attention back to my work, shaking my head back in forth.
"Can't you see I'm working?" He said, tapping his fingers on the chair.
"Oh, is that what you call it?" She questioned, her voice nasally and cold. I glanced up right as she shot me a cruel look.
Calvin nodded, standing to his feet. "Sorry but we're closed, ma'am. Please come another day, or don't. I could care less." He said; pushing her towards the door, and shoving her outside, "Goodbye."
He closed the frame, locking it and flipping the sign from "open" to "closed". I stared in his direction, my eyes wide. He turned towards me, a smile forming.
"I'm sorry about that, now, tell me...where do you go to college?" He asked, sitting in the seat across from me, acting like nothing had ever happened.
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Lovely Astrid
Romance"Astrid, you don't realize the consequences that come with love," he said, walking away. And really..she didn't. She's never been in love, never even talked to a boy, let alone kissed one. All she had was her best friend Brigitte and her tabby cat...
