Phenomenal

8~ Good enough

"Whoa, seriously? A boxing match?"

Jason looked around to her from his seat in the lecture hall.

"Yeah, right in the middle of the ballroom. It was the main event," Clarissa said, yawning, resisting the urge to rub her eyes to smudge her makeup. "One of the benefactors is also sponsoring some big boxing matches and was basically just showing off. 'Look how much money I have!' type of thing. But it did get a lot of funds in for the charity."

"Was it fun?"

"I had no idea what was going on," Clarissa said and Jason snorted with laughter. "All I could see was a couple of guys beating each other up. I don't know how the judges chose a winner, it's not like one knocked the other out."

"How long did it go for?"

"Twelve whole rounds," Clarissa said, dropping her head onto her arms. "Oh my gosh, I could have fallen asleep."

"What time did you get back last night anyway?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow at his exhausted friend. This was the nine o'clock lecture after all, the first of a long day.

"Like three am? Three-thirty maybe."

"Jeez, you should have told Brett you needed an early night," Jason sighed and Clarissa rested her chin on her folded arms.

"Yeah, stupid me," she muttered.

Brett had promised he'd take her home around half-nine, then the boxing had started and he hadn't wanted to miss anything and begged her to let him stay and watch a few rounds. He swore they'd leave after each round and they ended up sitting and watching every round.

Then he'd been caught by American associates of his father and hadn't wanted to leave them. So Clarissa had to wait again, smiling all the while and cursing the shoes she had on.

Then one of the men had the nerve to send her away so 'the men could talk business without boring such a charming girl.'

Brett had promised he'd be just fifteen minutes.

Half an hour later and Clarissa got a lift home with a friend who always attended the same events.

Thank goodness she'd finished all her work the evening before. She'd contemplated doing half before the event; half after but then dismissed the idea once she actually started working.

She had tossed the dress once she got home. Stuffing it in a bag to be thrown out or go to a charity shop or be sold off at another of those stupid events that left her tired.

Served Brett right for being so difficult and she hadn't bothered dealing with his texts or calls other then to tell him she'd got home just fine.

All he had to do was drop her home then he could have gone back and enjoyed the night without her.

This wasn't the summer holidays anymore. She wouldn't have as much time for all the events on the social calendar - which she regretted but had to deal with - she'd have to remind Brett of that.

"It's too early in the term to skip lessons, isn't it?" she muttered into her arm and Jason patted her head.

"It's the first week, Classy, no matter how ahead of everyone else you are, that's just plain cheeky."

Clarissa sighed and closed her eyes, just listening to what the teacher was saying. She was glad they'd chosen seats at the top of the amphitheatre lecture hall, right at the back, where the teacher didn't pay all that much attention to them - that, at he knew Clarissa was listening even with her eyes closed and mercifully chose to leave her be.