Mayer Murphy
It's a typical draining Tuesday afternoon at the University field, I'm already exhausted by constantly running for two laps in the middle of the sun due to the orders of our Track and Field Professor.
"Marketing students, faster! Faster! Go! Go! Go! Three more laps!" Professor Amy commanded after blowing her annoying whistle.
We obeyed her blindly like peasants under control of a queen, I am not a fan of running and I hate Track and Field Class.
I can see my classmates' evident exhaustion with their wet white shirts while running, the sun directly hitting our faces, but we have no choice but to run despite the weariness we feel, knowing that Professor Amy is strict and will endlessly scold us by not executing a five-lap sprint in the field. But what's more alarming is that she will definitely mark us low in our university record and that's a big No! No! for me!
"Arrgh! I can't take this anymore!" I gasped tiredly to Jacob while catching my breath.
"Hey don't stop now or Amy will mark your grade low", he giggled sarcastically as he runs faster leaving me behind and the class, making him the front runner.
"Hey are you my friend? Thank you for your kind words! I hate you!!! CLAPPER!", I rolled my eyes and shouted angrily so he can still hear me while he is sprinting ahead of us.
Jacob really knows how to get into my nerves, he always say those lines since I am a grade conscious student, I will do anything for a good remark in my university record. It's always been my dream to slowly walk in the isle of a red carpet while everyone is looking at me and announcing, "Mr. Mayer Murphy, Cum Laude". So a track and field class won't hinder my dreams and also your words Jacob the Clapper!
Jacob Slate, my best friend, is a University Track and Field athlete. That explains his athletic body and tanned skin complexion. Plus his God-like stamina that doesn't show any kind of tiredness in his body. He represented the academe last year in the regional meet- Track and Field Inter-University competition and he bagged silver. Not to mention, he has a lot of SILVER and BRONZE medals recognition of his skills bannered proudly in his room.
Again, SILVER and BRONZE, YES! he always comes in second or third to all his competition, he ends up clapping for the Winner. And that's what I hold to counterattack him when he makes fun of me, Jacob "The Clapper" Slate.
Jacob and I are childhood friends. We live in the same neighborhood and our families have a good relationship like ours. We spent most of our childhood life together until now. We share our food, conquer new experiences, and even solve our problems. I can say Jacob Slate is my partner in crime, He's Buzz Lightyear and I'm Woody. The one whom I can trust and feel safe with.
After three depressingly long and tiring laps, I ended up being the second... to the last, at least I'm not the last! Its an achievement for me not being the last, I'm used to being the last in our class.
I found myself lying in the grass field breathing heavily, and the sunlight is directly touching my whole body. I can feel my muscles and bones slowly deteriorating at this point. The only thing I wanted to do is to lie down and rest for the whole day.
Unexpectedly, I felt a shade above me. As I slowly open my eyes I saw a silhouette of a man with a chiseled and well-defined jawline, hair as black as night, lips red as blood, and clear skin. The man offered me his hand helping me to get up, as I lend my hand he hurriedly pulled me up and aggressively pushed me out of the grass field that made me stumble in the corner with my pained butt. He blatantly shouted at me "Hey Don't lie around the grass field! we're in the middle of a game!"
I was left dumbfounded, and it took me a long time to regain my composure. I stared blankly to the man who shouted at me, playing frisbee in the field.
As he catches the disc, he strangely glared at the direction where I am standing, he smirked at me before throwing the disc to his teammate and then sarcastically shouted while pointing his fingers to me "Sorry Weenie, next time do that in your bed not here!"
As I looked around the field, my classmates were laughing exaggeratedly at me, I bowed my head down and picked my bag hurriedly. While running to escape, suddenly, the ruckus Jacob grabbed my hand with authority and bolted with me to flee away from the disgraceful scenario.
As Jacob noticed that we are far away from the crowd we sat down by the chair beside the campus library building, I'm completely blank by what just happened. I bowed down my head due to the humiliation and all of a sudden tears began to flow down in my cheeks endlessly.
I slowly feel the tiredness of my body as I continue sobbing. I felt warm and safe when Jacob slowly tapped my back and offered his hanky to me "Its okay! You can stop now, I'm always here for you Mayer" he uttered to me sincerely with his deep rough voice.
"Jacob I'm sorry for being weak" I whispered while sobbing as he continues to tap my back.
"I told you to work out and practice through jogging but you always ignore my advice" he frankly said to me while looking straight into my weary eyes.
"Hey Don't scold me Clapper!" I rolled my eyes and unbind myself from him. I used his handkerchief to wipe away my tears.
"I know him, his name is Lyon from the faculty of Architecture, he is also a University Varsity. I always see him at the dormitory for the athletes and he's a problematic scalawag", he irritably uttered as he removed his eyes from looking at me and blankly looked up at the sky.
"Let's not mind him, I don't want to cause any trouble. Anyway, thank you for being with me again Clapper, let's eat dinner at my house! Mom is also looking for you." I playfully told him and rolled my eyes as I stood up and prepared for the next class.
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It's almost two-thirty in the afternoon at the university classroom, the air is humid and the class is barely listening to the discussion.
Unexpectedly, Marketing Program Professor dismissed the class thirty minutes early, but he left us with market research and case study papers. Professor John has never been this early dismissing our class, he usually talks about his rags to riches life until the bell rings to end the class.
A boring, nonsubstantial, and nonefficient Professor who only knows how to boast himself and gives us tons of paper works is annoyingly unacceptable and that is again a big No! for me! , he should be making his time fruitful by lecturing us and we're not on a storytelling class.
As I vent out my annoyances to Chastity, Jacob walked beside us along the hallway while drinking his favorite Lemonade. A few seconds of awkward dead air passed while strolling around this unbearably hot University, Jacob held my wrist tightly and brought me to his car, with his tall and athletic build, he effortlessly dragged my fatless body to his car and threw me carelessly in the passenger seat, leaving Chastity behind.
"Jacob can you stop dragging me and holding my wrist tightly like I'm your dog? I uttered irritatingly to him.
He responded with a look to me as he sat at the driver's seat preparing to start the engine.
"Hey Clapper! Stop making me that eyes, I freaking hate your face!" I playfully rolled my eyes at him, Jacob always does that to me with his long wavy hair that touches his expressive eyes and his athletic build that surely make girls drop their hearts out. As for me, he seems to be a normal Jock and one thing's for sure, I feel safe and light when I'm with him.
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Romantik"This will be the last time Jacob" I mournfully told him while sobbing and touching his face. While my palm is in his cheek, I look directly to his eyes, it's still the same emerald expressive pair of eyes where I deeply fell in love with. "I bid yo...
