My Dreams, His Reality (Sample)

2. "Can you just go back to being oblivious to my existence....?"

Chapter Two: "Can you just go back to being oblivious to my existence, like you have been for the past several years, Harper?"

I was more than twenty minutes late for my English class. And my English class was at the other end of the school. Great. The universe hates me!

Don't get me wrong! It wasn't like I was dying to get to class, it's just that I had never been late to class before and the thought somehow disturbed me, even if being late wasn't entirely my fault. Scratch that! It wasn't my fault at all.

I ran all the way, as fast as my legs would carry me and guess what, Ms. Wilson wasn't even there, and here I was, huffing, so I could catch my breath. Wow. Talk about being responsible.

As I walked in the classroom, the chatter ceased and everyone looked up. When everyone realised that it was just me and not the teacher, they redirected their attention to whatever they were doing before.

I scanned the classroom for an empty seat and the only seat available was the one in front of Harper Cain, who was busy sucking some girl's face off.

This guy has some serious hormonal issues, I tell you. His behavior is definitely not normal.

She wasn't even the same girl I saw him in the janitor's closet with. What was her name again, Maria, was it?! I mean, literally. What. The. Hell.

Could he be more of a douchebag?!

He wasn't even kissing her subtly or trying to be discrete about it. He was full on thrusting his tongue in the poor girl's throat. She was sitting on his lap and was moaning his name between kisses. Just by looking, I was pretty sure he wass hurting her boob by groping her so hard. Guess what, she didn't even mind. What the world has come to?!

I mean, was it just me or did anyone else think that this kind of behavior was highly inappropriate in public?!

Can he even breathe without some sort of girl hanging from his arm or clinging to his tongue like her life depended on it?!

Disgusting.

If it was up to me, I would just sit in the other corner of the room, far away from this walking STD of a man child. Preferably, I would stay in the other corner of the school from him.

I dropped my books on the desk and sat on the last seat available, in front of Harper. Very reluctantly, I may add.

Being this near, I could hear every sigh, gasp and moan.

Kill me already. It was way past being uncomfortable.

What games is the universe playing with me?!

I took out my phone from my jeans, plugged in my earphones and blared some music, loud enough to shut out the sounds coming from behind me.

After two songs, the door burst open and a flushed Ms. Wilson walked in with the material of her cashmere blouse ruffled, her buttons undone and her hair sticking in a million different directions. Is there really drool on the side of her face? Was she really sleeping all this time? So fucking professional.

Still a little breathless, she asked us to open our books to page 320 and tried smoothed out the wrinkles in her blouse. Keyword being tried.

I rolled my eyes at the immature behavior.

I took out my ear plugs and shoved my phone back into my jeans.

"Psst."

"Psst." Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around to look at Harper, who leaning forward in his seat to talk to me.