Awakening Abigail

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Have you read your emails yet Abs?" Louise and Abi were walking from shop to shop in the local mall. Louise needed a new bikini, and Abi enjoyed watching her friend spend. Louise believed in only the best. Even if it meant not eating for a month. Abi shook her head. "Nah...anything interesting?" 

"They've allocated the student assistants to their separate groups. I've been assigned to Statistics, first years. I'm working with Professor Cowley, yay!" She waved her hand in fake enthusiasm. Prof Cowley was one of the most boring lecturers in the university. Abi gave Louise a sympathetic smile. "Ah, shame L. I feel for you! But it's really your own fault. You wanted to excel in stats. If you sucked at it, like me, you wouldn't be stuck with The Cow all semester." Louise fake punched Abi. "What ever biatch. You'll probably get Economics or Risk Management again. Then I hope they give you to Prof May!" Abi gave a cry of horror: "No! That old dinosaur with his grabby hands. No way, I'll resign, and then they have to find someone else to help them mark tests and tutor the babies." She made a face. "Anyway, Dr Callaway told me last semester that she would ask for me again. We understand each other."  

They walked on, Louise fitting a few bikinis, not liking any. After an hour of crammed fitting rooms, they decided to call it quits and get a coffee. Abi sat back with a sigh of total contentment, sipping her hot coffee. Slowly she scanned the people in the shop, eyes halting on a abnormally big blond man. His shirt was way too small, letting his artificial muscles seem even more unnatural. Even his pants looked like they where about to burst.  

"I don't even know how Matt manages to walk with all that body. I'm telling you L, how any woman can find that attractive, I don't know. "Louise looked over her shoulder, and looked back in fake shock. "Well, if I were him, and I took all that steroids, I wouldn't wear such tight pants, if you know what I mean..Wink wink nudge nudge." Abi laughed so hard she spilled her black coffee over her t shirt. Gasping for air she looked at Matt, straight into his cold blue eyes. Shocked she looked away, Louise's hilarious comment forgotten. It was impossible for him to hear them, so he must still be mad because of the night in he bar when she slapped him. With a frown she looked at Louise. "Matt seems like he's holding a grudge against me." Louise looked puzzled. "Why? What did he do?"  

"He looked at me just now, but yeah, he really looked like he hates me." She sat up, her back straight. "That's not fair. I'm supposed to be mad at him for trying to grab me. He should come and apologize, and now he's sitting there, glaring at me!" Abi wanted to get up and slap him again, but this time with his own, overgrown arm. Louise could see how upset her friend was, and tried to sooth her. "Don't work yourself up like this over him. He's a stupid jock. Anyway, after you left that night he was like a little boy whose toy bit him. He kept on ranting and everyone just ignored him. Best you do the same." Abi looked confused. "He ranted? You never told me anything. What did he say?" 

"Shit Abs, its really not that bad. His little ego was smashed, that's all. I didn't want to get you all worked up." Louise was a little embarrassed. She really didn't want to tell Abi about what Matt said that night. It was bad, actually, and no sweet girl should hear things like that. Matt is just a big boy, who wasn't used to someone telling him to piss off. With a sigh she called the waiter, asking for the bill. Abi was upset, and there was no way of getting her to feel better with Matt sitting across them, glaring at her. Abi seemed like a strong person, but it did matter to her what people thought, and she didn't do anything to deserve his bad attitude.

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Abi sat in front of her computer, waiting for her emails to download. After Louise dropped her off at home, she took a quick shower, ate a sandwich and did a bit of homework. Matt's asshole behaviour really upset her, and Abi just wasn't in a good mood. Impatiently she tapped against the computer screen, sitting back in her chair, feet up. The last mail downloaded. Abi filtered through her messages, stopped at the student assistance email. Quickly she read the familiar words. She was assigned to the second and first year Economic students, which suited her, because more work meant more money, which she needed, badly. Now to see who her lecture was. The hand moving the mouse stopped.