My Sarcastic Teacher

Chapter 4 ~ The Other One!~

"I still just can't believe it!" Natalie says, laughing as she turns the steering wheel. We're coming up the hill onto my new apartment, where I'm sharing the space with that stupid asshole.

"I mean, what are the odds that you'd get to live with a hunk like that?!" She laughs again, her giddiness making it almost impossible for me not to smile.

"No one uses the word hunk anymore, Nat." I deadpan, staring out the window.

"Well, you do when you see someone as fine as that guy. Like dayuuuum!" She says, clicking her tongue. She stops in front of my apartment building, the car jerking to a stop.

"Dammit! This stupid old car doesn't even work anymore I swear." She says, punching the break even harder.

"Nat, it's not even a last years model. Your parents got it like last month."

"Doesn't mean I can't trash talk it." She says, unlocking the door for me to get out.

I open the door, thankful to be home, Nick shouldn't even be home for another two hours, due to the fact that he's still helping out at the Students Meet and Greet.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, unsure if our class schedules will even have us relatively close to one another.

"Yeah, maybe we can grab lunch. Bye Mel." Nat says with a big earnest smile, before driving off, some pop music playing loudly out of the car windows.

I sigh, turning back to my apartment building, the feeling of sleep tugging at my brain and body. I begin the long descent up to my room and when I get there, I quickly unlock my door, excited for some real quality alone time. Once I'm inside, I immediately fall onto my bed.

I hold onto to my pillow tightly, smiling as I allow the drowsiness to pull me under.

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I hear the door unlock and my eyes pop open so quickly I was worried they might just pop out of my head.

Shit.

I look at the clock, I've only been asleep for about 45 minutes. How could he even be home right now? I thought he was a college professor, shouldn't he be, I don't know, professing to students?

I sit up in my bed, ready for all the stupid bantering that will follow as soon as he sees me, but instead, all I'm met with is silence.

I raise my eyebrows, maybe he's also so tired that he just went right to sleep? I slowly get out of my bed, taking care not to make the wood floor creak. Maybe if I'm quiet enough I can take some pictures of him and use it against him so he'll move out. Now that would be great!

When I open my door to the main area, I'm not met with who I thought was in the room.

Instead I am met with a tall, ridiculously proportioned celebrity like girl with amazing hair. She's talking on the phone, anger coming through her voice.

"You conceited backstabbing bitch. I told you I wanted beige, not maroon! Do you have any idea what this could do to my spot on the tour? No, because you don't have a brain! God, I swear if you don't fix this I will make you pay!" Suddenly she turns around, noticing me. Her dark eyes go wide, her red lips forming a surprised o.

"I'll call you back, Octavia." She finishes, before hanging up her phone and setting it into her fabulous coat pocket.

"And who might you be?" She asks, her eyebrows turning down into a very aggressive state.

"Um, I'm Melanie. Melanie Rider, most people call me Mel though." I nervously stick out m hand for a handshake, going for a girl power kind of thing, but instead I am met a hair flip and a snarl.

"I don't care who you are, what I mean is who are you to Nickki?" Her face is contorted into a sneer and she seems so unpleasant that I feel myself shrink back.

I try not to snicker at Nickki though, that part is just hilarious, but considering the look on her face looks like she might pounce at any moment means I'd better keep it bottled up.

"Um, I'm his roommate."

"Shut up, shut up! There's no way!" She cackles, holding her side, her heels click as she walks closer to me, pointing her manicured finger at me.

She's suddenly standing toe to toe with me and I have to look up just to be able to see her face.

"You're Mel Rider? Nick thought you were a guy!" She laughs again, the sound of her voice in such a state makes me cringe.

"Believe me, there's more than just one misunderstanding."

"Oh, yes, definitely. Oh well, you're not a threat to me, in fact, you're not even worthy of living with Nickki, but since you'll be paying half the rent, that'll make up my half while I'm gone for Cali." She flicks her wrist, sending her hair flying again.

"While you're in California?" I finish, annoyed that she used the Cali form instead of saying the whole thing.

"Whatever, just try not to get in my Nickki's way, he's still in training you know, he's a very busy man."

"Still training for what?" I ask curiously.

"Why, to become a professor, you didn't think that at his age he'd actually be a professor, did you?"

"Wait, he's not a professor?!" I ask, bewildered.

"In training. His father paid for his education so they speeded it up so now he's in training, he's an understudy of the original professor." She beams proudly.

"But he's still teaching lessons for the original one?"

"Oh yes, but he's basically a student teacher." She fluffs her hair, as if she couldn't look more perfect if she tried.

"But-"

"Oh, would you just stop talking, listen, I'll explain everything, his father paid for the school so he could become what he wanted, but don't tell him, you see he doesn't know, he thought he had done everything on his own, so far." She giggled, her face becoming less menacing, but yet it was still frightening.

She sighed, apparently done with me, she started to walk towards the door, her expensive heels clicking as they struck the wood floor.

"Oh, if you see Nickki, tell him to call his poor dear sweet fiancée." She clucks, pushing her chest out proudly.

"Will do." I murmur, trying not to make her angry again. She definitely wasn't someone I wanted on my bad side, considering whoever she was talking on the phone with seemed to get an earful.

"Oh, and Melanie, was it? Steer clear of my Nickki." She said the menacing tone coming back.

I shake my head, while puckering my lips, avoiding something that I probably shouldn't say.

She nods, her bushels of hair flipping as she slams the door, leaving me alone with an empty apartment.