Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 7 Part 1

Zeva Pov

Today, college starts again and I'm soooo late!

I'm rushing through my morning routine, I don't know why I slept a whole ten hours, and I didn't even hear my alarm clock ringing. I glance murder at my betrayer, it silently blinking back at me. Staring at the digits, I can already feel myself begin to panic.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I opted for skipping breakfast. I really don't have time to eat anything! Every second counts, judging by the time it is now!

Speed walking this morning, the manor is very quiet, and there's no one around. Where are they all?

Outside, the sky is blue and the sun is blazing. I don't have time to dwell on this though as I rush to college. Despite my best attempt. I've missed nearly twenty minutes of Myths and Legends class already. I who wanted to learn more about vampires ...

As I run through the corridors at lighting speed, I hear someone call out to me. Almost instantly I recognize Loan's voice. 

Cursing my misfortune, I ignore him. What does he want from me now? I have no time to lose... 

I keep walking until I feel him grab hold of my arm. I turn around, furious, ready to fight. 

I stare straight into Loan light blue eyes and my words stop on the tip of my tongue. He looks beaten up about something, his features are drawn, there's an embarrassed expression on his usually very confident face.

Loan - "Zeva, I wanted to apologize ... The other night, I had too much to drink and I got a little out of control."

I refrained from rolling my eyes. After all that he had put me through this was a little too late.

"It's a bit easy to apologize now ..."

The sourness in my voice is almost palatable since I have been rushing so much. He looks at me, sheepishly. My eyes quickly dart to the door, so close yet so far. I don't really know how to react to Loan. I would have preferred not to have bumped into him at all.

"Listen, I'm in a hurry. We'll talk about it later ..."

He looks at me with eyes full of regret, and nods. His whole demeanor tells me that he can't be very used to have to apologize. If I wasn't so time pressed might have stretched the situation: That'll teach him!

I quickly resume my frantic race and finally arrive in front of the lecture hall where the Myths and Legends class is taking place. The hallway is silent, only my squeaking footsteps were to be heard, all the others have already entered. Touching the doorknob I can't help but feel my stomach tighten. I'm worried about walking in and interrupting when I'm so late, but at the same time, I really don't want to miss this class...

Click! I open the door quietly. Hoping not to be noticed and slip into the back ...no sooner have I entered that Sebastian Jones lays his amber eyes on me. Like a kid getting caught with a hand in the cookie jar I stop.. Oops! If I didn't want to be noticed, then I've blown it! I pray internally that he won't say anything. My eyes literally pleading with embarrassment.

Professor Jones - "Hello, Miss I am late. It's the beginning of the semester and you're already late? Am I really that boring?"

My body goes rigid as my mind curses with new found profanities. Shit! I keep my eyes back at the Professors despite the fact that I know everyone else's eyes were now undoubtedly on me. My hands are fidgety. I don't know where to put myself! My cheeks are on fire. This is the only course that really interests me, and now the teacher is already taking me for being a bad student ...