Burning me

Chapter eight - Venera

What a jerk!

I thought to myself sitting on a dark wooden bench in the arranged garden corner of the Campus.

One moment he was a sweetheart and the other he acted like a jerk. I could swear, the past two weeks all he did was avoid me and when he did talk to me, he acted like I was a stranger.

I was so frustrated at him!

I could bet you were wondering what I was talking about.

Tristan. I was talking about freaking Tristan. The past two weeks he avoided me, acting like I didn't exist and today when he finally talked to me, he was mean and moody.

Like, what the hell was his deal?

He didn't even bother to come to my house after that tea morning he slept outside.

Wait a second, why was I even so frustrated? Why did I care? I couldn't wait to get rid of his ass. Yeah, but that was before I realized he was fun to hangout with.

Ugh...

I should've enjoyed the free time and studied what I barely had time to study the previous night, instead of wasting my energy on being frustrated. Why did I have to be frustrated, after all? It wasn't like I cared.

Moving on...

I managed to finish the kitchen painting and it was wow, just wow! After that, I started in the hallway, and I did half of it. I barely had time the past two nights because I was coming exhausted from work and I had study a little before I fell asleep on my books. That was what kept happening the past two weeks.

I pulled my book out of my bag and started using my frustration to study. I managed to keep my mind distracted, which was better than thinking about the hot jerk who acted like I gave him a go and them dumped me.

What was the luck of having a free period, right? I could study for two hours straight, have lunch and lastly move to the next class.

One hour past, my head started to ache because of the anger and frustration and my eyes hurt from learning. The chirping of the birds or the sound of voices talking didn't bother me. Usually noise didn't bother me when I studied. It was when I got touched too many times or called. That was what bothered me while u studied.

"Venera!" Couldn't I have two hours of peace?

I rose my head from the book and placed a strand of hair behind my ear so I could see who was calling.

Oh, no, no, no...

It was Isaac the jock who kept hitting on me the past two weeks. I could swear, he didn't give up easily. He asked me on a date, but I could never answer because we were always interrupted. Every single time. I was lucky like that.

"Hey, Isaac!" I plastered a fake smile on my face as he walks up to me.
"Hi, can I talk to you?" He asked brushing his fingers through his hair.

"Uhm, yeah, sure..." I didn't want to be a bitch, though. He seemed like a nice guy, you know?

"Is this place taken?" He looked next to me on the bench and I shook my head. "Nope! You can sit, don't worry."

He grinned showing a dimple and perfectly white teeth. He was a handsome guy with free spirit, confident and careless of what people cared. He reminded me a little of Tristan, but he wasn't as muscular and hot and, I don't know, goofy!

Did I just compare him to Tristan? What the fuck was wrong with me?!?

He sat down next to me and smiled, placing his arm over the back seat of the bench as he looked around the green area, who was very populated at the moment. "It's beautiful here, isn't it?"