Arrogant Billionaire: Love vs Hate

Chap.6

"No, I am not bitter, I am not hateful, and I am not unforgiving. I just don't like you."
-C. JoyBell C.
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Finding my third class turned out to be just as difficult as finding the first two. By this point, my patience was wearing dangerously thin. Williams Brown College was massive, and whoever had designed it clearly believed students enjoyed wandering endlessly through identical corridors. Every hallway looked the same, every staircase led to another confusing turn, and the campus map on my phone wasn't helping much either.

"I love how beautifully this college is designed like a maze," I muttered sarcastically to myself as I walked down yet another hallway that looked exactly like the previous one. "I keep coming back to the same spot again and again. Losing my classes is super fun. Yay."

A couple of students passing by gave me strange looks, but honestly, I didn't care. At this point, if talking to myself helped me survive this place, so be it.

After my third class finally ended, I decided the only sensible thing left to do was call Clara. I dialed her number, adjusting my bag on my shoulder while weaving through the crowded hallway. She picked up after two rings.

"Hey, where are you right now?" I asked.

"I'm at the cafeteria," she replied cheerfully. "If you don't have another class right now, come here."

I looked around at the endless corridors and sighed dramatically. "I wish getting to the cafeteria was that easy in this tiny little college. If you don't want me to get lost for the fourth time today, then please tell me the easiest way to reach there."

Clara chuckled softly. "Relax. Just enter the third building and you'll automatically see a huge cafeteria. You literally can't miss it."

"Phew," I said with relief. "That's comforting."

We hung up, and I started walking toward the third building, still shaking my head in disbelief.

Seriously, what was the need to build a college this huge? And why on earth was the cafeteria in an entirely different building? For me, the answer remained a mystery—probably locked somewhere inside the minds of the billionaires who had designed this campus.

A few minutes later, I finally pushed open the glass doors of the cafeteria.

The place was enormous. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, reflecting off polished floors and modern tables. The air was filled with the smell of fresh burgers, fries, coffee, and desserts. Hundreds of students filled the space, chatting loudly, laughing with friends, and grabbing food from the long counters. It looked less like a college cafeteria and more like a high-end restaurant.

Right in the middle of the crowd, I spotted Clara sitting at a table with a cold drink in her hand.

"Finally, you're here," she said the moment she saw me. She took a sip from her drink and raised an eyebrow. "I was scared you'd reach by tomorrow."

I laughed and dropped into the empty chair in front of her. "Actually, that was my plan. But my silly friend was missing me too much, so I changed my mind."

"Hey!" she protested immediately, pouting. "I am not silly."

"Okay, you win, pretty girl," I said, playfully ruffling her hair. "Now are you planning on feeding me with your words? Because my stomach is growling like a starved caveman. Let's get some food already."

She laughed. "Aye aye, captain."

We walked toward the food counter together. Behind it, a large open kitchen buzzed with activity as chefs prepared different meals. The smell alone was enough to remind me how hungry I was.