The Real Story of My Sassy Girl.

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

So... Here’s a good news.. I use informal format with her as well now... After confirming that she was younger than me, then I told her.

Me: Hey! How old do you think I am?!... ma’am? (And I’m stuttering even when I’m saying this)

Girl: You? I don’t know... why is that important? (Her eyes are getting narrower)

Me: You’re a 76! I’m older than you! I oughta beat the crap out of you and teach you some respect! (I wish I could have said that... but...)

Me: I.. I think you’re a 76.. and I’m older... so I thought, maybe...

Girl: Oh, really? How old are you? Ok, then you use informal too..

And that’s how I got to use informal to her. Something wasn’t quite right, but I decided that at least I wasn’t beaten in the process. We have a strange connection, don’t we? It’s been two nights and three days since we’ve met, and we spent the two nights in a motel.

She goes to S university. I’m not that impressive myself... I’m a college student. She doesn’t have classes on Wednesdays, and I don’t have classes on Thursdays.

Few days later, she called me. She said she didn’t have class that day, so she wanted to do something. I was at school... in lecture. I told her I was in class and that I had lectures that afternoon, so I couldn’t get out until 5. Then she told me she was coming here. It’s not like I could stop her.

After lunch, the lecture started at 2. At 2:30, the front door of the lecture hall burst open, and everyone looked towards it. Usually, when students were late for classes, they use back doors. Quietly. Whoever this was, she was one brave student. Then she said out loud.

“What kind of school is this? I can’t find the damn classrooms!”

You guessed it... Our tough... tough girl. As soon as I found out it was her, I turned around and pretend to be asleep. I hoped she didn’t notice me. And then... I could hear her footsteps. She was coming towards me.. How could she know it was me? She couldn’t have seen me...

Whenever I got some money, I usually spend it on food and drinks with my friends, so I basically have one pair of sweatshirts and pants. And yes, I was wearing the same clothes as I had whenever I met her.

I blame the world... I blame alcohol... I blame my friends... I just wanted to run away... She sat right next to me.

It hadn’t been that long since semester started, so though students recognized each other, but the professor didn’t recognize all of us. The professor probably thought she was some brave student late for class.

Then the class continued. But people were talking left and right...