That's the hat I mention in this chapter and it's conveniently worn by Alisha Boe whom I envision as Viola. And there's also the song she was playing on the show.
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Viola woke up and groaned, cursing the fact that the only available slot for her political activism class was at eight am; and that it had to be the morning after one of the two nights she did her show.
To make matters worse, she stayed out too late with River; against her better judgement.
She threw her long curly hair up into a messy ponytail and pulled on a pair of sweats. It was a far cry from the usual effort she put into her appearance and her afternoon classes would get a more aesthetically pleasing Viola but this class would need to take what they got.
She walked into the classroom and took a seat. Glad to have arrived before the lecturer and before Jordan Bryce and his cronies. She wasn't in the mood this morning.
As fate would have it, he walked in five minutes later, Starbucks in hand and his cronies in tow. Viola figured if she looked straight ahead they wouldn't notice her.
Naturally, that plan was a bust as she heard snickers breaking out behind her.
"Looking good Devereux," Jordan grinned as he walked by her.
"Not that I needed your opinion to validate anything but thanks," Viola scoffed rolling her eyes.
"You could learn to say thanks," Michael, his friend replied.
"She's Catholic they're only allowed to accept compliments from their husbands," Chris, the other one argued.
Jordan rolled his eyes as his friends argued over the point raised by Chris and opened a smile.
"I mean it though, saw you bustling across the quad. Those pants really make your ass pop."
"Again, thank you for the unwarranted compliment," Viola scoffed.
"Any time love," Jordan grinned.
"Okay you can go now Malfoy. Take Crabbe and Goyle with you and stay away from me."
"Potterhead huh?"
"Perhaps," Viola answered with a raised brow.
"Interesting," Jordan hummed with a smirk almost as if he knew something she didn't. "Come on guys, lecture's about to start."
Viola let out a sigh of relief as they took their seats far away from her and carried on with her lecture, not speaking up as much as usual before heading back to her dorm room to get a nap.
She was fortunate to not have her roommate show up this year so her side of the suite style dorm room truly was her side. Throwing herself onto the twin bed, she was out as soon as her head hit the pillow and slept peacefully until her alarm woke her. There was enough time for her to look like herself.
The rest of the day thankfully went by without incident or the presence of Jordan and at 11:30, Viola made her way into the radio station through the back door.
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It was almost the end of the show and JB had yet to call in. It was unlike him, but she had to remind herself that it truly meant nothing. The guy probably had more important stuff to do.
"Okay, that was Love Lies by Khalid and Normani. I have time for one more caller." Viola spoke pressing the button to accept the incoming call.
YOU ARE READING
Radio Hoe
Teen Fiction"I- I'm not opposed to kissing or any romantic gestures," she sighed, not believing she'd ever agree to such a thing. "Oh?" He asked, a smug expression crossing his face. "I'm not doing it because I like you. I'm doing it to be as convincing as poss...
