The Thief of Hearts

Chapter 4

Thalia's pov

"Ugh! I don't wanna go to school!" My roommate Amanda whined for the hundredth time this morning.

I rolled my eyes at her childish behavior as I dragged her through the huge guarded gates of the University. She puts her head on my shoulder and groaned in annoyance.

I chuckled, a bit amused before I spoke my thoughts. "No one told you to go partying on a school night Mandy."

"I have a headache and my stomach feels like there's a storm brewing inside me!" She screamed in my ears, completely ignoring my comment and drawing attention from passersby.

"You have assignments to hand in, three papers to complete and notes to take." I pointed out, trying my best to get to class on time while struggling with my stubborn rock of a roommate.

"I love you Lia." She suddenly blurted out and I knew exactly what she was trying to do.

"I am not helping you, if you had just listened to me last night, you wouldn't be looking like a train wreck today." I snapped at her.

"You're my best friend T, you can't do this to me!" She hollered dramatically, and fell to her knees, hugging my legs.

We were standing in front of my Journalism department, and a few kids from my news group was standing on the balcony. They looked to be in a conversation but stopped to stare at us curiously.

Omg! I thought, I don't need all this attention, what can I do to shut her up!

"Ok ok, fine!" I caved, "I'll help you with the research papers, if I don't have a lot to do this week."

I watched her eyes widen in delight and she immediately threw her hands around my neck and squeezed. I swear I almost died before I finally got her to let go.

"But you're still going to your classes today, since you're already here anyway." I finished and laughed, satisfied with Mandy's frustrated growl.

I waved a 'see you later' to my classmates as I headed towards the locker room still dragging a reluctant Amanda behind me.

"What makes you think you're gonna get back that stupid purse anyway?" Amanda piped up out of the blue. She knew about my stolen purse and also my note on the locker door, simply because I haven't found out a way how to keep from telling her my problems... Yet.

"Um... I don't." I answered truthfully. I was just hoping that it works.

The locker room wasn't too crowded like it used to be, probably because it was a bit early in the morning and most of the students were either nursing a hungover like my companion here or too tired to get up, what with all the partying they have been doing last night.

I went straight to the locker and pulled it open, ignoring the note I wrote the day before. I let out a disappointed sigh as I found the small compartment empty. Then my disappointment turned to anger and I slammed the door shut. The noise made Amanda jump in fright and the few people in the room turned to stare at me.

I gave them a death glare and they quickly turned back to whatever they were doing. I was so angry, that I didn't even notice the extra hand writing on my note. When I finally saw it, I was livid.

The nerve of that f''cking asshole!! Ugh!

I pulled out my pen and wrote, cramming all my feelings in one short sentence as much as I possibly could.

You chose the wrong girl to mess with you delinquent little f'ck!!

"Damn girl!" Mandy said behind me and I suddenly remembered that she was even with me.

I narrowed my eyes at her and willed myself to calm down. I was so close to strangling someone, like you have no idea. I pushed pass her with the intention to find something to do to occupy my mind. That way, I don't end up in some kind of trouble for taking out my anger on something or someone else.

The last thing I heard from Amanda that morning was, "this is going to be interesting." Something that I pretended to ignore.

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I took a walk to calm myself down and also try to remember my schedule for the rest of the day. Just like how I lost my purse to some idiot, I also lost my timetable to the wind or something because I had no idea where it was.

I didn't really have much to do. For Journalism students, most of what we do are practical. We usually do photo shoots, record events with cameras and man the media equipments on occasions. We also write news stories for the school paper and do profiles and advertisment and public relations....
However, there are also other subjects like French and psychology that the University requires us to do because they want us to leave "well rounded" at the end of our tenure.

Nothing really goes on around campus, so a news story was pretty hard to come by. I was currently doing an ad campaign for a small sign language society, out of boredom and in order to get extra credit. I got tired of doing research papers in my Journalism based classes, and I was dying for something to write about. I begged my professor to give me a challenge, but he seems to be having a hard time doing that.

I found myself walking towards my department from a totally different direction, a route that I've never taken before. I looked back the way that I came from and raised an eyebrow. Okay then.... I thought.

My phone vibrated and I checked to see a call from one of my team members. I rolled my eyes before I answered.

"Delia, I'm only about five steps away from the office, what do you want?" I didn't snap at her, but it felt like I was still a bit pissed from the earlier events.

"Yeesh Thalia, calm down. Mr. M got us a project to work on. Something big he said. We're meeting for lunch in about two hours." The tiny voice on the other end of the line replied.

My mood was slightly lifted as I laughed lightly. "That's great news! We're meeting at the usual spot, right?"

Delia said yes and I stifled an exciting scream before I could hang up. I got a project! I wanted to shout on top of my lungs to the world. I was so happy, I didn't think anything could spoil my day.... And then it started to rain. Dang it!