"Hey!" The girl replies. And unlike her looks, her voice was so cheerful. She was a rising ball of energy.
"I'm Sierra." I introduced myself and shook her hand.
"Kylie." She replied, and I literally chocked on my own spit, then burst into a fit of laughter. God, what is wrong with me? I thought.
"What? What is funny?" She joined me,
"Oh, nothing I just--I...Nevermind." I said between laughter, dismissing my hands in front of my face. Do I really have to be reminded by him all the time. What the fuck are you doing with my life, fate?
"You're weird." She mumbled, but smiled nonetheless. I was going to reply to her and tell her that I already know, but I was cut short when the professor barged into the room. Everyone went silent and everyone went to their places. It's like the professor was totally intimidating with his thick grey beard and big glasses.
"Good morning, everyone." He started, "I see we have new faces from upper and lower years. Well, I hope we'll have a good year together. And as you all know the rules..." And that's when I zoned out. The atmosphere was so thick I could cut it with a knife. The class is too strict. Or at least that's what I think.
There was half an hour left for the lecture, and I was mid-way through taking notes. But my attention was now on Kylie, who the brown-eyed-boy whispering something in her ear and she was frowning, but the glint in her eyes never disappeared. I scrunched my nose in disgust. Not really the time for sweet talk, I thought.
Wait, how did he get here? He was on the other side of the room.
I think I kept staring at them for too long with arched eyebrows, until he clearly noticed, and gave me his trademark smirk. GOD, I WANT TO WIPE THIS SMIRK OF HIS FACE, I thought. Kylie and the brown-eyed boy traded places. So right now, he was sitting next to me with this stupid smirk on his face. I glared at him and continued taking notes. Of course, again, he had other plans,
"Hey." He whispered, leaning on a little to my seat.
"First: personal space. And it's clearly not the time for a talk, ba-bye." I snorted, not for a second averting my eyes from my notes.
"Then what time is it?" He wanted to play cool? Great! I'm gonna play cool too.
I looked down at my non-existence watch then smirked at him. "So, my extremely pale skin apparently thinks it's 9:30."
He chuckled but continued teasing anyway, "I'm Daniel." he shook my hand,
I gave him my best fake smiles, "I'm Michelle Obama, the wife of Barack Obama. Nice to meet you. I'd wanna talk to you more, but I've got an important meeting at no-time-at-all."
"Are you always this sarcastic?"
"Sadly." I rolled my eyes at him,
He laughed and, I think he found me so amusing to the point that he kept clutching onto my hand. I was slowly losing my temper. "Can I have my hand back?" I lowly told him, and narrowed my eyes at him.
"Only if you give me my heart back."
"Oooh. So cheesy. Too bad I'm not your typical hoe. Go mess up with someone else." I spat at him, and he didn't look the slightest bit affected.
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Fate
UmorismoI watched the ashes fall of the lies you told, that I burned. I have fallen into the depth of your foolish love and God was I foolish. With every word of yours I've gained an insecurity, and it took me long enough to know that I fell and only I fell...
