Screw Love, And Screw You!

Why do I care ?

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       ::Yes i'm early:: I step into my History Of Arts I Class, this being the first class of the semester. Taking a seat up front I pull out the needed materials required

       Me and  Jake's theatrics play back in my mind, making me smile to myself. We ended with the best shower im sure he's ever had. That and he couldnt take that cheesy grin off his face as we drove back to school

       ::I hope he doesnt read to much into this, thats as far as it goes. Although, I might go back for seconds:: He and I split up about 10 minutes ago heading our seperate ways and now I sit here waiting for class to start. Slowly but surely students file in choosing seats to their liking. I check my phone for the time and its 11:27am. Driving back earlier I cut it back on to see more than 10 unread messages and a voicemail from Ryan. It was really starting to freak me out.

       ::For some strange reason I just cant bring myself to fully hate him or even block him out for that matter. At the end of the day he is still my first everything, including broken heart:: Looking up from my phone not realising I had opened his unread texts. I begin to read just as a middle aged woman with blond hair and brown eyes walks in and stands behing the front desk. Quickly putting it away I pick up my pen and ready to take notes from the oncoming lecture. She introduces herself  as Professer Savannah Adams and begins the inroductary lesson.

       10 minutes into the lesson, the door opens revealing the most amazingly beautiful man I've ever seen. He is 6'2, skin of smooth butter and a shade lighter than creamy milk chocolate. His hair 2 inches of ridiculously curly deep brown spirals that I wouldn't mind running my hands through everyday. Thick and neat brows atop his almond shaped eyes with a stunning emerald green shade popping from within. I was lost in his eyes immediately not realizing they were also staring at me. 

       Pulling away from his gaze I continue my inspection, noticing the hard structure of his face. Full lips sorrounded by a trimmed anchor style beard. I could barely see from the angle I was in, but it seemed to be some sort of scar on the right side of his chin. His left ear had a very small black hoop pierced through the lobe and there was a almost invisible stud in his nose shining under the light.

       ::Weird whats with guys and peircings out here?:: He is wearing a opened black button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and a solid burnt red loose fitting shirt. His straight leg jeans a dark grey wash and a pair of black D&G leather sneakers finished off his look. Oh and who could forget the Black Ceramic TechnoMarine watch on his wrist.

       My mood changes from lust to anger as I trail down his wrist to see his hand intertwined with anothers. I look up to see the attached hand belongs to a brunette with blue eyes. Shes got on a off the shoulder top and short shorts with thigh high boots.

       ::THAT SLUT, ughh why do I even care I dont know either of them::

       "Mr. Mancini may I ask why you and Ms. Richards are late?" 

       ::Mancini? Italian? I like, I like:: I like my lips as a deep Italian accent replies simply

       "Busy" theres no way he thinks he can get away with an explanation like that. A one word answer, but to my suprise she just nods her head. They continue to their seats without so much as a warning. As they sit and she is no longer in my line of sight I relax. Finally I notice and feel my manicured nails are digging  into my jeans.