Professor Hollywood

Chapter 5: In a Pickle

My BABY BOY->
('°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) so handsome

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Natalya looks at me with innocent eyes and pouts.

"I didn't do anything. Just wanted to hug you, that's all."

Practically throwing her off of me, I crawl over to my laptop on the ground. The screen is cracked and my usb drive fell out so now everything I just did is gone. Screw you brain for forgetting to save your shit. I place my laptop and usb on the table and start shoving my papers into my briefcase.

Natalya stands up and grabs one of my folders. I glare at her and snatch it away.

"Where are you going? I just got here! Take me shopping, I've been alone for the past 24 hours it's been the worst day of my life!"

'Then prepare for a thousand more.' Rolling my eyes, I think to myself. Stuffing the last of my paperwork in my briefcase, grabbing Fritz's cage and some food I put a leash on him and start towards my car.

All I can hear are heels clicking after me, along with nonsense yelling. I can almost feel the glaring eyes of my neighbors as I slip into my car. Backing up there's a sudden thud on my window. Reluctantly I lower my window to be face to face with a raging supermodel.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Red with anger she reaches to grab my shirt, I let her.

"I have to go and do a shoot and you don't even come over to see how I'm doing! All you do is send me a rude voicemail and then ignore me!"

I'm so done with her; I just sit there and take it all in waiting for her to be done and let go of me so I can get my work done.

"- and another thing! You rarely buy any gifts for me! It was our anniversary last month and you didn't even plan a dinner or anything for me!"

Looking down at her hand, her knuckles are almost white from gripping my shirt.

I finally look up at her which makes her stop immediately. Grabbing her hand and ripping it off my shirt I glare into her eyes.

"Sorry I'm not the boyfriend you wanted. Go find another boy toy and ruin his life because I'm sick of you ruining mine."

Rolling up my window I exit the parking lot and start my long drive back to the university.
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167

That's how many messages I've gotten from Natalya after I left her standing in the parking lot.

I locked myself in my office with Fritz running around my classroom chasing a ball.

Luckily, I have a backup computer I store in my office. I end up regrading dozens of essays I make sure to save after each one until I finish. Stretching in my chair I look at my phone.

360 messages 92 missed calls

*sigh* standing up from my desk I open my door into the classroom to see Fritz sprawled on the floor asleep. Not wanting to wake him I retire back into my office.

My phone is still going off with messages and calls from Natalya, my brother, and Clarissa.

Not wanting to go back home, I lay down on the floor and prop my head up with a couple books.

Tomorrow is Sunday, I'll go back in the morning and face my fate.

All I see last is my office ceiling fade into darkness.
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