"Why Is It There?"

Chapter 2

Raquel

"Ah think I wanna go way...
Am better when am loneleyy,
Am lookin' for atonement
Psychedelics hit me in the moment, in the moment...
I really wanna nana, nana...
Am feeling outta mind today..."

"Shh! Raquel, you're loud. Turn it down a little," April whispers while trying to grab one of the air pod from my ear.

I try to take my mind off the fact that I just completely ruined someone else's day. Poor guy. What if he involves the police and the police come bursting in on campus looking for me? Goddamn! I stole something. I'd become a major laughing stock if people find out I stole a simple Latte...

April...April Park is a good person. I don't know if I should classify her as a friend, but she is always down to earth. We only hangout on campus; and that's if our classes collide. She is generally nice to everyone... good student material; in short, all the things that I'm not.

"Whaaaaatttt?" I whisper aggressively as I slowly hit the pause button on my cell. I turn around to find everyone either fast asleep or in a continuous loop of chatting.

"You're music was a bit loud. The lecturer could have easily spotted you," she quickly replies but with a cunning smile.

I ignore her by slowly grabbing the coffee mug in front of me. I quickly adjust the lid and take a small sip.

What the hell is this? Why does it taste like this? I open the lid and quickly spit right back into the mug.

What the actual fuck?

I turn to look at the mug itself and on it says 'Decaf'.

Fuck.

I never asked for this, I kept telling myself silently. Why would they give me something I never asked for? Are they dumb or something? It just didn't add up.

Then I recall the entire series of events. I must have taken the wrong mug.

Fuck.

That must be the reason why that guy was chasing after me...and I spilled something on him...surely must have been my actual Latte...

Oh, fuck me!

"Fuck," I yell unknowingly and loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Raquel...would you keep it down? What is the matter with you today?" April whispers to me in an angry but yet still warm tone.

"Sorry, just not in a good place right now," I say apologetically.

"Well, do you wanna talk about it?" she asks.

"Later," I answer briskly while making an effort to close the mug lid. 

"Uh, excuse...excuse me girls, private conversations should be held outside my class. The door is open...simply walk out. If you decide to stay, then please maintain utter silence." Mr. Dyer speaks out loud and clear enough to make everyone's attention shift towards us.

We simply nod our heads and April shifts her attention towards him. I on the other hand, wanted to punch him on the face and tell him how much of a bad day I had today and that I cannot stand another sight of him.

Darn.

Mr. Cuthbert Dyer, my psychology professor is honestly eerie and boring. He literally walks in every day wearing a pimped, barely-white lab coat; which honestly makes me question his sanity. I mean, everyone on campus knows that he only specializes in one subject; and that is psychology. Then why does he have to enter the room looking like an experiment in Dexter's Lab all the fucking time?