The Demigod's Broken Angel

Chapter 2: Encounter with the Demigod

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"You can break everything down to chemicals, but you can explain the love like ours"
-Science and Faith by
The Script
(I just love the band. Peace out!)

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Chloe's POV

"G-good morning Miss Williams, my apologies for coming in late to your class today. I hope you don't mind if I still join the discussion." I speak hesitantly.

My voice is still low as I stand by the door of our room, I was eight minutes late and this good professor is still on her brows up.

"What makes you think I will allow you? Can you please explain yourself Miss Jenkins?" She said authoritatively.

"I got a valid reason Madam, I had a breakfast this morning at the fast food chain few blocks away from my apartment, after that I immediately rushed to come here, unfortunately when I was already on my way my stomach just ached, and it was unbearable. Like, really painful. So I thought I must to go to the comfort room first to you know, comfort myself? Before making it here." I responded to her without breaking the eye contact.

Though it was just a white lie, I thank myself for explaining it instantly.

"Still such a lame reason, I know right!"

I know she's eyeing on me. Her hands cross on her chest while surveying my face. I look directly into her eyes to show my false sincerity.

"Alright, I expect this to be the first and the last. Do I make myself clear to you Miss Jenkins?"

"Crystal clear Miss Williams."

"Good, now you may take your seat."

"Thank you Madam."

"Yes!" I smirked as I walk towards my chair.

I tried my best to focus on Miss Williams' discussion. She was explaining the Different Kinds of Modern Arts. I stared blankly to the board. My mind started to drift away, remembering the voice of the guy I just heard singing awhile ago.

FLASHBACK
"People talked about the guy, who was waiting for a gi--."

I was still down on my knees when I was sobbing.

I missed my man so much. If I could just die right now. I would be the happiest.

My wish wasn't granted. I wanted to stay for a little while when I heard the door from my back creaked.

Shit! Someone else's here. I didn't turn to see who was there. I moved fast and wiped my face. I grabbed my bag and gathered my scattered stuffs on the stairs.

"M-miss? You okay?"he asked hesitantly.

I heard the person muttering behind me.

What the hell? He's a guy!

I heard him. But I didn't respond. I just kept on picking up my things. And when I was done, I ran quickly up the stairs without even trying to look at the owner of the voice. . .