No Limits

3. Catastrophe Happened

POV : Amaya

I walk towards Samantha in the canteen. She was surprised to see me.

"Hey! What happened? I told you I'll be coming in awhile. You just had to wait for five more minutes."     

"No, we're definitely not going there." I said throwing my bag on one of the tables.

She watched me and said after a pause.

"And what made you change your mind?"

"There's an asshole smoking in the corner of the garden."

"What? Smoking? Here, inside the campus?" Samantha said widening her eyes.

"Yes, in the 'garden'." I said forcing upon the word. Still furious at the thought.

"Who was he? You know him?"

"Obviously not, must be a visitor."

"Yeah, only a stranger could have done that. Either he's too foolish or too bold." She arched her brows.

"He's nothing but shameless, Samantha. Stop admiring him."

"I'm not admiring him, but you have to admit he's got guts."

"Oh shut up! He was so insolent. He was amusing himself when I was warning him to stop smoking or else I'm gonna complaint against him. He was enjoying it. Rascal!"

"Wowza, that completely establish the fact that he's got guts." She grinned.

"Oh no! Now you're also annoying me as hell. Have I returned to get annoyed here? I'm sick of people."

I said exhaling sharply, putting my hand on my forehead.

"Okay, okay! Relax, girl, I'm sorry. He's a jerk, as you said. I admit. Okay?" She tried to calm me.

"An arrogant jerk."

"Yes, an extremely arrogant, insolent, shameless jerk. Happy now?"

"Yeah, feels a bit good." I said after a short pause.

"Come now, you're freaking out. Let's eat something."

**

We came to our poetry class five minutes earlier where everyone was already sitting. Boys with eager looks and girls blushing.   

What the hell is wrong with them?

We sat at the last row of the class. Yes, I prefer to sit at the back of the class instead of front, as usually toppers do. I follow Dr. Kalam's quote, "The best brains may be found on the back benches of the classroom." Apart from this, I feel more comfortable here, away from everyone's eyes.

I opened my Leav's 'lullabies' and started reading it  when I heard Samantha gasping beside me, saying,

"Goodness! What the hell is with the looks of this man?"

I lifted up my head to know the reason of her astonishment. The whole class broke into low whispers. Though, I couldn't make out the boys' expression but the girls were definitely swooning over the sight they just saw and blushing profusely now. 

But the reason of my amazement was not the sight I saw, it was the same sight that I saw today. Shit has happened !

No. Catastrophe happened.

My eyes are befooling me. It must be some kind of illusion. But no, it was real. 

His words fell into my ears like molten metal.

"Hey guys! A very good noon to all of you. I'm Ryan Smith and I'm sorry to inform you that you're Prof. Russell had resigned for personal reasons and I'm here to take his place as you're new poetry teacher. BTW, you can call me by my name, if you like. I wouldn't mind."

He gave a soft, warm smile which is too hard to believe for me after what I saw at the garden.

Yes, the arrogant, insolent, shameless jerk is my new professor.

What's the worst that could happen to me? I had a damn terrible argument with my new professor at the very first day of his joining.

I want to die.

Can someone kill me!

Throughout his whole lecture, I tried hard to bury myself in my book or my table. I could do anything to keep myself away from his eyes. I could pray for an apocalypse to happen just here, just now. 

I was relentless. I'm looking at my watch every two minutes, waiting for the lecture to over.

Please God! Have some mercy on me.

Finally, my wish was accepted and the lecture got over.

I sighed in relief.

"Okay guys, we'll start from here tomorrow and I want your last assignment here on my table by next day, without any stupid excuses. Good luck to you all." 

His words again fall as molten metal on my ears.

I haven't even started my assignment. How I'm going to complete it in just a day? 

I dug my head into my hands as he left. I wanted to cry.

"Why are you sitting this way?" Samantha asked me.

"Have you ever called your professor asshole?"

"What? No. Although, I do them and call them by these funny names I made up." She giggled.

"But why are you...? Wait! Is he...? Isn't he...?" Her expression changed. She made a confused face but realize it soon.

"Whoa..Whoa..tell me I'm wrong. I am Amaya, right?"

"I wish!" I said in a low voice with my head still in my hands.

"Oh my God! Honey! I'm so sorry. I really am so sorry. If I would have known that your return will be like this, I'd never make you promise to come back here."

"It's not your fault, Sam. Don't blame yourself." I said lifting up my head.

"But what I'm really concerned about is my last assignment. I haven't started it yet and I couldn't complete it in just a day even if I work every single minute."

"You can copy mine." Samantha offered.

"No, I can't, that'll put both of us in problem. I have to figure out something."

"Oh Amaya! I wish I could help you. Just let me know if I can do anything."

Samantha was worried for me. So was I.

I know, I had said that I'll figure something out but actually I don't have any freaking clue what I'm gonna do.

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