The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Fourteen: Revenge

The exams went well for me. Thanks for tutoring the playboy I also gained something. Though this is just a pre-final exam it was still important, because some of the points on this exam would be added to the finals. That's why Paris has to gain high scores on this exam or his finals would suffer.

When I finished my exam, I went to the library to return the books I borrowed. I like how peaceful and quiet my life was. But why does it feel so lonely? I guess I'll just roam around the campus. I was walking down on the empty hallways. To my surprise, I saw Venice and Paris. They were conversing. I took a step back and glanced in every direction where I could take cover. I didn't understand why I hid. I was watching them laughing and talking. What are they talking about that made Paris laugh like that? I sighed.

'Hey, student. You should be home already.'

'Doctor O! What are you doing here?! Hide!'

'London? What–'

I covered his mouth and dragged him to my side. I took a glimpse of Paris and Venice. Thankfully, they didn't spot us. I sighed in relief.

'Sorry, Doctor O.' I said, while still covering his mouth.

He gestured that I should uncover his mouth.

'Oh, sorry.' I said as I hurriedly removed them.

'It's fine. Why are you hiding here?'

I looked down, fidgeting my fingers.

'Was that guy over there the one who guarded you at the hospital? He's with–' He narrowed his eyes at them. 'Who's that girl?' He asked, then he turned to me.

'Stop peeking, Doctor O. They might see you.'

'What do you think they are talking about?'

'Probably they're just hitting on each other.' I said in disdain.

'That's normal on teenagers. But why are you so cranky? Are you jealous?' He chuckled.

'Do you find my misery funny, Doctor O?'

'You admitted it. Oh, kids these days.' He said as he patted my head like a kid.

'Urgh! You're ruining my hair, Doctor O.' I said as I push his hands away.

Then he laughed again.

'What are you doing here anyway?'

'It's my day off. I'm here to deliver your medical certificate.'

Why would he deliver them himself? Well, he said it was his day off. But as a doctor, why would you do errands for the hospital on your day off? I'm just a teenage girl. What do I know? I nodded, then peek at Paris and Venice.

'And–' I turned to him. '–I have something to talk about with you.'

'What?' It surprised me.

'Before that, I need to warn you that the love birds are approaching.' He reported.

'Then let's go.' I said to him, then I clung to Doctor O's arms.

He shook his head. 'You're having revenge, huh. Okay. I'll help you.' He smiled.

Doctor O was also good-looking and manly. He was way taller than me. As we went out from the corner like a couple. We met in Venice and Paris at that moment. It was like fate that we crossed our paths with them.

'London.' Paris called.

My knees weakened as he called out my name. Fortunately, I was clinging to Doctor O's arms for support. I was fighting the urge to look back. No, London. You are deaf. You can't hear anything. I continued treading the hallway with Doctor O.