0.3 | The Boy Who Annoys Me ✔️

Chapter 2

The Writer - Ellie Goulding (I love this song) 

Chapter 2

Word count: 1559

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"I don't know whether I admire that guy or dislike him," Ben states, coming up from behind me. The pair of us watches Kai stroll off, casually, with a content look on his face.

The jerk - who tried to get the better of me - eventually stood up from his seat and decided he needed a break. He walked off without a care in the world, without thinking twice about what the teacher would say.

In all honesty, I found it pretty hilarious. I guess Kai and I do share something in common - we enjoy winding up our teacher. Who is a prick.

"If his attitude wasn't douchey, I think I might like him," I reply.

Ben grunts in agreement. "True. We have only known him for twenty minutes and I can already tell he's an asshole."

I snort at his statement. It only took the greeting for me to work out he has an ego bigger than Buckingham Palace.

"Should we begin conjuring up some ideas?" Ben asks, plopping himself down on the seat Kai was sat on not that long ago.

"Sure."

Ben and I spend the rest of the lesson developing our characters and thinking of some ideas. By the time the lesson is over, we had successfully thought of an okay performance. Now, all we had to do is begin rehearsing it and tell Kai about it.

"I'll see you in class tomorrow then?" Ben asks as we walk out. Nodding my head with a smile, I wave him off and start walking back to my university room. I have work later today at a local cafe. It's a sweet place, with delicious drinks and orgasm-worthy cupcakes.

For once, having my parents tell me that I have to pay for my living costs was good. They bargained that they will pay for the room and the university fees as long as I pay for the simple things like food, textbooks money, and toiletries.

The staff that work there are really friendly too - we have a good laugh.

When I get back to my room, I plonk my butt on my bed and turn on my speakers. My room isn't extravagantly large but it isn't stupidly small either. The fees aren't too bad, plus my parents were nice enough to get me a room with an en-suite. I just hate sharing a bathroom with other people. It feels unhygienic.

As a soft voice begins to sing in a harmonious way, my eyelids begin to droop. Sleep is starting to overcome me so before I doze off, I set an alarm on my phone to wake me up at two o'clock.

And with my mind now settled, I let myself dream about fluffy unicorns and hot, sexy guys.

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"Here's your coffee," I hand the woman on the other side of the counter her coffee. She pinches her lips together grimly and saunters off, without a simple thank you.

Under my breath, I mutter, "ungrateful cow." When she's out of hearing age. My fellow work friend, Carrie stifles her giggles next to me whilst pouring a hot chocolate. "What?" I ask her, in a hushed voice. "That woman has been giving me dirty looks from the moment I started serving her."

Carrie shakes her head, "oh I know. She's a bitch. But she's also married the head of the drama department."

My mouth opens in disbelief and worry. Ah shit. I think. I really hope she doesn't report my rude behavior to her husband.