I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 6 - Air go, you're delusional.

~Flashback Continued~

        I don't know how I've managed to get up this morning, but I'm up and fully dressed for the first day of classes.

        After Kelsey left for work, I got a call from Deborah, telling me that I got the job. She needed me to look over my class schedule and email her back with my hours of availability before going to fill out other documents that they needed for their records. I ended up going to sleep later than expected and with my additional lack of sleep this entire past week, getting up this morning was a nightmare.

"You ready to head out?" Kelsey asks me as she swings her backpack over her shoulder.

"Now I am," I tell her before popping a blue Sour Patch Kid in my mouth and giving her a wink.

        She rolls her eyes and smiles before reaching inside the packet for a blue one herself and we head towards the English department. We're both taking Introduction to Shakespeare -don't ask, you'll find out why soon- with the same professor, so at least it's bound to make the course just a tad bit more doable.

"I still can't believe this was the only English course left," Kelsey groans as we take two seats near the back of the lecture room. "I love his plays but if we're expected to write our own sonnets using the fucking iambic pentameter and shit, then screw that. I'm not having a repeat of Mrs. Cunning's class."

"Tell me about it," I agree, "if I have to analyze and interpret another one of his hundred fifty-four sonnets yet again, Imma murder a bitch."

        Kelsey snorts under her breath just as Professor Francis Wright enters the room, a flood of students following behind him. Kelsey and I had already noticed that a few students were in here when we first walked in, but more were sure to join us as we still had five minutes left before class starts.

        I take a look at my Instagram feed and just as I'm about to like Tommy Walker's two-month anniversary photo with his girlfriend -Hey! Just because I didn't believe in commitment myself, didn't mean I couldn't be happy for others- a tall shadow casts over the lecture table that Kelsey and I are currently sitting at.

"They won't last very long," one of the sexiest voices I've ever heard speaks out of nowhere and I look up to find those same mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes from eight nights ago looking back at me. He nods to the couple's photo. "Claire Madden asked me to give her the best night of her life not even two weeks ago."

        A smirk appears at the corner of my mouth.

"Well," I say, hitting the 'like' button anyway before locking my phone and setting it down, "did she get what she asked for?"

        A similar smirk appears on his face as well.

"Guess you'll have to ask her that to find out, Shots," he retorts.

"Shots?" 

"If you think I'd be able to forget that little stunt of yours that quickly, then you obviously don't give yourself enough credit."

        Shit, so he remembers.

        Fuck it, there's no going back now.

"Yeah, sorry about that by the way, looks like one can have too many shots, after all."

        His smirk grows just a tad bit wider.

"Don't apologize," he assures me.

"Why not? Shouldn't I be sorry for violating your hand like that, dude?"