I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 7 - Mia Hastings 2.0 up in this BiATCH!

~Flashback Continued~

It's been an entire week since my second encounter with Ace and the only thing I've managed to accomplish is the mere coincidence that he and I happen to share one other class together: the philosophy course that I'm taking to fulfill my history or culture requirement.

I'm walking into the designated lecture hall of said class only to find it completely empty.

Shit, did I oversleep?

I look at my phone to check the time and see that I'm actually early, so I let out a sigh of relief and make my way over to the seat I've been sitting in during the last few lectures. It's only after a few more minutes pass, and I'm still the only here, that I set my eyes on Ace's regular seat and an idea occurs to me. I slowly gather my things.

Now, I normally would never do this, because I frankly just don't care, but given the circumstance that my ruthless best friend has put me in, I have no other choice. I place my things on the lecture table and make myself comfortable in my new seat for this hour.

Two minutes later, Ace enters the room and makes his way up to his seat...well at least I assume it's him. The guy's wearing his hoodie over his head far up enough to hide his face, so I can't really be too sure. However, when the muscular figure plants his feet in front of me and tells me to move in that familiar husky voice, there's no further doubt in my mind that this is my one and only subject standing before me.

Why is he in such a crabby mood, though?

"Excuse me?" Is exactly how I respond back to his rude manners.

He slams his palm flat against the table but despite his muscular figure and lack of flinching, I just know that's got to hurt like a bitch. Nevertheless, thank God we're still the only two in here otherwise things would've gotten even more awkward.

"That's my seat. Get the fuck out," he orders.

Yes, that's right! Orders. Who the fuck was he to order me anything? Am I right?

Suddenly, another idea comes to mind, and I can't help but get an extra confidence boost as well, as I remember one of the books that I finished only a few days ago.

I look down to purposely shuffle around in order for him to hear me and when I feel his heated gaze on me, I then pretend to look around for something.

"Whatever the hell you're looking for, hurry the fuck up," he barks.

Oh, honey. You just walked in on this one all by yourself...

"Well, see, that may take forever because I'm trying my best to find a name somewhere around here," I innocently respond before looking up to see his now slightly raised eyebrows. I then fold my hands behind my head, lean back in his supposed chair and cross my ankles on the long lecture table, before giving him a fuck-you-looking smirk, "but I hate to break it to you, buddy, I don't see one anywhere. My name, though, is Lola. You know, just in case you were wondering," I shrug with a zero-fucks-given, toothy smile.

His surprised facial expression is priceless.

Yeah, that's what I thought, asshole.

"You?" He asks me in a state of confusion and somewhat disbelief, but the brief moment is gone when he realizes just how badly I'm mocking him right now.

Awww.

        Well, too bad! I was going to go easy on him but after that little act, he can kiss my fucking ass.