Fareesa Dasti is a reckless, bold, gregarious, stubborn yet sweet and sympathetic, 19-year-old girl studying Calculus at the Nobel University. Yet when it comes to her looks and outward appearance she is very self-conscious.
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-Fareesa's POV-
Another long mundane day, I thought. The meeting with the chairman about me going with that jerk crossed my mind. I sighed, slamming my backpack over my shoulder, before heading out of the classroom door. I walked through the hallways.
"Where are you going?" Sarah asked, walking next to me
"To Professor Asher's classroom," I answered
"Why? I thought you hated him" Sarah said wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"I do. I have to do to the school store downtown because to pick up algebra and calculus books. With that, some books for the library" I spoke
"Hey, guys! What's up?" Karen joined us
"Nothing really," I shrugged
"Why the glum face?" Karen questioned
"She has to go with Professor Asher to the school bookstore downtown," Sarah answered for me
"Right now?"
"Yep"
"But today is out date to go watch movie though and prank senior day right after class," mumbled Karen
"That's right" Sarah agreed
"Sorry guys. Looks like we have to cancel it this time too" I said in disappointment
"This is the second time that we had to cancel our date" Karen pouted
"Next time for real" I assure
"Paka?" Sarah asked
"Paka" I smiled
"Good. the next time we have to cancel it, I won't be happy. I will drag your ass out of wherever you are going to be and make you go with us" Sarah threatened
"I got it Sarah" I rolled my eyes "I gotta go, guys. I will text you later."
"Bye," they said, giving me a hug
I walked outside and waited for him to come. He came out with a sunglasses in his face. Well, duh Fareesa! Sunglasses are on your face, not you feet. I laughed at my own dumb joke. The sunglasses really made him look very handsome. He twirled around the keys on his finger. He stopped in front of me and gave me a look. Out of nowhere, I started to feel uncomfortable under his stare.
He smirked, turning around to walk up to his car. That guy. Someday he will get punched by me. Someday. I was hoping that day could me today, though. I walked behind him. I was about to open the back door but remember his remark from the other day about him not being my driver. I opened the front door and got in.
"I hope your engine doesn't get busted today!" I teased him
