I cannot believe she has done this again.
I was overlooking the smoking, the drinking, the petty theft, but she had to go and do this again.
All those months ago when we had that blow up, when we both ended up screaming at eachother and not talking for three days, I promised I would back off.
I promised to stay in the shadows, and not to interfere in her life as much. If any at all.
But this- this- was the last straw.
Yes, I have a lot of money.
Yes, I have more money then I could ever hope to spend in one lifetime.
No, that does not make what she's been doing okay.
Stalking to my car, I pull open the door rather roughly and get inside.
I need to calm down.
I need to think about this.
Should I just barge into her classroom and drag her out of it by her ear? Probably.
Would she hate me? Probably.
Should I wait for her outside of class?
How do I even know she went to class today?
Yes, I saw her leave this morning, but apparently that means nothing.
Skipping enough classes that the university calls my personal work number, and says that it's a problem?
Well, that's a problem.
She worked so hard to get into this school after her parents passed away.
She worked so hard her first two semesters and was at the top of her class.
After falling off the ball because of stress last semester, she had convinced me that she was doing well this semester.
She is very smart, she knows how to study and she retains information well.
I guess that's why the university is so concerned for her.
Any other kid they would've kicked out by now.
I start my car, and the radio turns on automatically. They are talking about me on the radio.
"Yesterday's nobody, today's billionaire! How Felix Peshchek became the richest man in America!"
Richest man in America? I chuckle slightly to myself.
I'm not the richest man in America.
But I will be if I can stop having to deal with all of this, and actually go to work for once.
I start my car, back out of the driveway and head toward campus.
Maybe I should just lock her in a tower for the rest of her life. No wait, I'm pretty sure the lady who did that in the fairytale was considered evil.
Well, that makes two of us.
Speeding down the highway, I feel my blood start boiling again as I near her campus.
How am I going to deal with this? I can't even think about her without seeing red right now.
I need to calm down. I know I do. But, I can't.
This is just too big of a deal.
I'm not going to idly sit by and just watch her throw her life away.
I'm done playing Mr nice guy.
I'm doing being sweet.
It's time to get serious.
