My Sexy professor(WILL BE REWRITTEN)

Chapter Two

Chapter two

I sat down on the sofa making sure I avoided the parts were vomit was visible. It wasn't helping that the sofa was yellowish orange! Like, who the hell chooses that colour for a sofa anyway?!

I flinched at the loud music that blurted out of nowhere. I looked around the room and almost puked in my mouth at the amount of horny teenagers that showed how their fucking hormones controlled their bodies instead of that thing in their head.

 Who in their right minds would unleash that amount of people to do that amount of damage to their house? Even if they didn't own it and only lived temporarily till college's finished, still they do live in it. It means that they'd have to clean all this shit when the so called guests leave.

If they leave.

It wasn't until a guy almost puked on my shoes when I realized that I can't take it anymore and made myself to the second floor.

Why don't you leave? You must be asking.

 Well, let's flashback a couple of hours earlier when I was sitting all peacefully in my room having my nose stuck in a book when Chels burst through my door saying that we had-and I quote- a party to crash. She knew-too well if I may add-that am not the party type. I thought I'd win the whole thing off when she left the room with a muffled fine. little did I know that she had left to call Belle.

 Annabelle our third friend wasn't someone you could easily say no to, especially when she has you all tied up and forcing a dress down your body. She didn't really tie me but it sure did feel like it!

 Anyway after a lot of screaming, running and maybe a few punches here and there. I was in a guys fitirnity house with a-too short for my liking- black dress and my converse- she couldn't force the heels on me.

 The reason why I can't leave is that she's threatened that she'd convince my mum to let me leave the apartment and make me live with her. That'd be over my dead body and I was pretty sure I may die soon if I even tried sneaking out because

One: mum adored Belle and would always listen to whatever she says and two: living with Belle is an unhuman thing to do-and I wish I was exaggerating.

She's an all too cliché fashonista with her long wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. You know that annoying girl who would always choose to play dress up during playtime when you were seven?!

Yup! That's Belle to you.

All she cares about is fashion. All she talks about is fashion and I am pretty sure all she thinks about is fashion too. I'd learned-the hard way- throughout the years- she was with me in both mid and high school- the art of tuning her during lunch times and whenever  we hangout when she starts rambling about that model or that certain dress. Thank god she chose a different faculty.

Yup, you guessed it fashion school.

Lots of talk in short, I am stuck here.

The second floor consisted of a dozen closed doors which I didn't wanna know what went behind.

I went to the third floor which was surprisingly a roof. A deserted one if I may add. I found a couple of bean bags and made myself comfortable on one of them.

 I looked up and saw the dark sky illuminated with stars scattered randomly here and there. It was so peaceful up there that I felt my fingers itch for the feeling of running them through a book.

 I opened my backpack and found my treasured copy of pride and prejudice. My dad gave it to me when I was twelve and it sort of became glued to my bag. As I looked through my bag a paper fell from it. I picked it up confused.