MS GERMOPHOBE

CHAPTER ONE

Ah, can you hear that?Of course you can't, its blissful silence.

Except for that annoying little thing scratching on the surface of my subconscious.

Go away!

'Drr_'
'Ha!Who was I kidding?Of course it continued , acting like it didn't hear me. Oh, but I know you heard me you evil being.'

Silence.
There's just something about silence that's calming and peaceful. It keeps you company,
while you're thoughts run wild. It's always there like a good friend,a faithful devotee_

'Drrrr'

'Thud_'
"Ouch"
I landed on my derriere on the floor tangled in my bed sheets. I untangled myself ,and like a phoenix I rose ready to unleash my fury on whom dared to disturb my sleep.

"How dare you?"I roared at my alarm clock that was still on a mission to test my sanity.
"You dare disturb my sleep ,you little piece of_"My yelling screeched to a halt,my jaw dropped to the floor and my eyes were probably dangling from their eye sockets.

Ah, I must be such a sight .

"ITS 7:30!!"I screeched!
And tried jumping for my bathroom but unfortunately for me, my feet were still tangled with my bedsheets and I ended up face flat on the floor.

'Wonderful.'

I got up and dashed for the shower a little slower this time. Since I had little time, I couldn't exactly adjust the temperature and had to bath with cold water that made me shiver and my teeth clatter till the end.
I wore my white seaman's hoodie, a black Jean and my pair of white sneakers.I pulled my black locks in a bun except for a few strands falling on my face and I was sprinting down the stairs.

But halfway down the stairs I stopped and turned and I was running upstairs to make my bed and open my windows. Now you may wonder why ,while being late,  why my bed and room were more important than getting to school.

It's because I'm a germophobe. I know, it's a little embarrassing to say it aloud let alone have it as a phobia, and if my school mates heard me saying I have germophobia, I will literally become a social pariah. But I can't help it and being a neat freak on top of things  doesn't help the situation.

So yeah, a neat bed and a clean room is my first priority. When I was done I was sprinting to the parking lot for my car.

And I drove according to speed limits you people, I'm not a total delinquent . After parking my car, I had to face the biggest challenge of my life ,stairs.

Twenty stairs to be exact.

But nobody's counting. And stairs are only fun if your running down them. Or sliding down the railing for extra fun. You might think I'm being a tad bit dramatic.
But I'm not, you see being lazy and eating a lot is not such a good combination, at all. Especially if I can't run for 5 minutes without panting my lungs out.Hence why I'm complaining. After much consideration _

Not!

And coming to the decision that the stairs were mandatory for me to get to class if I didn't want to be late any further. I took them.

By the time I made it up I was breathless mess. So breathless and a little dizzy that I didn't notice I had gathered a crowd that was eying me with concern and pity.

I waited by the sideline while people got in the elevator ,and was waiting for my chance when the elevator would be empty so I can get in alone and not be bothered by contracting germs.

I exhaled and inhaled subconsciously, and by the time I had gotten my breathing under control and was no longer dizzy, I was in the elevator on the left side ,a hand against the metals doors, panting like I just ran a marathon and not alone ,so it seemed. A guy who looked awfully familiar was standing on my right watching me pant like a dog against the wall.I was so disoriented that I couldn't find it in me to blush like I usually do when caught in such a embarrassing situation, nor remember where I knew him from.

What I happened to notice though ,was how he was not a guy but a man. Powerful thighs and legs clad in black ripped jeans,  a tight white_tee that stretched across his chest making his abs prominent and leaving little to imagination, broad shoulders in a black leather jacket and a pair of black combat boots.

What a man!

His face!
Oh my goodness, his face was on another level. It should be illegal to have such a beautiful face! His
jaw so strong and sharp. He had pink thin lips with a Cupid's bow a huge a contrast to his dark features. A crooked nose that looked like it had been broken before, it added a little bit of edge to his looks, and  a mop of thick black strands on his head. And finally his eyes, grey. A dark gray that bordered black. Like two vortex holes waiting to suck you into an alternate dimension.

When I came back to earth I found him still looking at me with his blank emotionless stare. I cleared my face of emotion and  looked back at with my equally blank face. When the elevator opened I sprinted out, faster than the speed of light and was running to my class. Before opening the door I could feel the silence. And when I opened the door and it creaked like I was in a damn horror movie. The door was so loud, that I was surprised when I peaked inside the classroom to see everyone looking ahead at the board. I thought they all heard it.

Looks like they didn't.

I looked at my math teacher and secretly tip toed and hid behind a few of my classmates. Then proceeded to look at my teacher from behind a red haired boy making sure she was still scribbling on the board before attempting to bend and crawl  over to an empty seat, but I probably looked like I was crawling away from my attempted rapist.

I crawled and plopped down on a chair, rather ungracefully. I was so invested in sneaking around like a CIA agent that I failed to notice  that my classmates and teacher weren't oblivious to my little stealthy act.

I only noticed when I sat down that some of my classmates were gaping at me like I was not from earth while some were staring at me like I was not in possession of a brain, the organ that serves as the centre of the nervous system in human beings . I'll have them know I was in possession of it . My professor was standing all the way down the lecture room, hands on her hips and looking like she experienced this kind of thing everyday.

Oh no, that wasn't the worst of it. Elevator boy, to my absolute horror was at the door leaning against the door frame. The same blank look from before adorning his glorious face.

I  flushed a beet red from the stares,  and suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

Please, if there's someone up there just strike me down with lighting already.

I looked down, and  covered my face with my hood  before picking my backpack on the ground and bolting straight for the double doors. When I brushed past elevator boy he murmured,"Nice show, Leprechaun." and his lips quirked up a bit into a non existent smirk.  My face turned more red and I hurried down the hallway , feeling pathetic and in dire need to possibly find a nice, warm place to crawl in and possibly die.

Then I stopped in the middle of the hallway and berated myself for how I acted.

I am a feminist, for heaven's sake!

So with my head held high ,I turned back around and with an extra sway to my hips marched back to the lecture room. Twisted the door knob, pushed open the door, ignored the looks shot my way and with as much integrity and whatever ounce of dignity I had left sashayed to my sit. And as graceful as a swan I could plopped my decent looking behind down. Then I took out my notebook and pen and looked at the front board and began taking notes.

" O_kay! Let's proceed shall we." Said the teacher.

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This is my first story ever since joining wattpad. I would appreciate it if you guys would excuse all the mistake I'll most likely be doing in the future. This is just a work of my imagination running wild with a few of my personality qualities . I'm very self conscious about my work and I'll appreciate it if you would voice your opinions and correct me when I'm wrong. And PLEASE DO. NOT. CRITICIZE.

THANKS.