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Ava
Tick...tock...tick...tock...
Damn this time! Why isn't it completing the last five minutes? I groaned internally.
Professor Happlings was taking his class of biology from past 45 minutes. Like seriously? 45 minutes? Who the hell on earth sits for 45 minutes in a biology class. I hated this so much.
This was my last year of university, so after this crap, I have decided to sleep my life away.
"Miss Knights?" I heard someone calling me. I raised my head slowly only to have my eyes widening.
Oh freak! It's professor.
I acted like as if I didn't hear him calling me. "Miss Knights!" He almost shouted.
No escaping now.
I quickly stood up from my seat which made my leg to hit the wooden table. "Shit!" I sat back and grabbed my right leg, swearing whatever bullshits came in my mind.
When I finally managed to stand with my throbbing leg, I looked up to find everyone giving me weird looks. I raised my brow, "What?" They didn't seem to answer me, I shrugged.
Before Professor Happlings could throw his tantrums, the room was erupted with blabbering of the students as they scurried out of the class without wasting a single second.
I made up my mind and bent down, making sure that I couldn't be seen from the four --since he wears glasses-- eyes of our Professor. I was on the verge of squealing when I pulled the door, "Miss Knights, You'll be doing some extra assignment today," said Professor Happlings.
No!
"W-what? why?" I muttered, mentally taking a note to self that I should stop day dreaming about cars during class.
"For your mentally absent state in my class, obviously." He adjusted his glasses, before putting his essentials inside his big bag.
Nobody cares about you in the University. Professors don't give a damn about your absence of mind during their lectures. But this was Mr. Happlings, who acted like he was in a school. That was why he was known as the most weird person in here.
"I wish sometimes your day dreaming would be about microorganisms or at least floral parts of botanically useful herbs. You can go," He waved his hand dismissively.
"But Sir, Please!"
"No excuses," He said sternly. "Now leave!"
Didn't his Mom teach him how to talk?
~*~
I'm waiting here for my best friend, Drake, at our favourite café from the past thirty minutes which felt like forever. He said he would be coming in few minutes. But I didn't find his presence yet.
Continuously tapping my foot in frustration, I fished out my mobile. I still didn't find Drake anywhere.
Why am I not surprised?
I didn't have gainful work to do, So I started taking selfies. Well; who doesn't like selfies?
After some 30-35 selfies of satisfaction, I stuffed my mobile inside my pocket. I checked the time. It was getting late now, also I have to do my extra homework. I stood up to leave but a familiar cologne filled my nostrils.
It's Drake.
I quickly turned around and attacked him in a friction of seconds, making us both to trip and fall on the floor. Everyone gasped around us but I didn't't give two shıts about them. Without giving him any chance to speak, I started to beat him. "W-what---the--- f*ck, Ava! S-sorry sorry," He said in between. I punched him hard one last time on his cheek and stood up on my feet.
Beautiful face with just a hint of blue marks.
He was gasping for air to breath. By seeing him wincing in pain, I gave him a hand. He grabbed my hand and pulled himself up.
"Sorry, Ava, I got stuck in a traffic jam, the----"
"FOAD," I cut him off. I jogged out of the cafe with Drake apologising me behind.
I went to the parking lot and found my Jaguar near a corner. This always made me to forget everything, I loved cars. Even though I wanted to buy it on my own, my dad wouldn't let me. I was rich, I have got everything I wanted in my life. My Father was the Head of the Investigation department, the selfless officer who has a sweet yet spoiled daughter.
I angrily sat inside the car, but Drake stopped me. I shot him a deadly glare. Before I could drive, he hopped on to the passenger seat, and started apologising again. Then, His one action made my heart melt.
Holding his ears, He asked 'sorry'.
"Stop being so cute, You can't flatter me everytime," I scoffed.
"You ain't mad at me anymore?"
"No dumbo, If only you treat me a dinner."
"Anything for you, Panda."
My grin turned into a scowl at the mention of that nickname he had given to me. For the love of God, couldn't he stop calling me that? It was so....weird.
And, Childish. Nonetheless, I revved the engine and drove off.
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In case you are confused about what FOAD is, It's 'F*CK OFF AND DIE' lol.
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