Consequences of Breaking a Heart

Chapter 3

The next morning, I got up early and made a quick run to the grocery store. Daphne had decided to put blind faith in my cooking skill and handed me some money before she went to the gym.

By the time she came back, I had the fridge and cabinets fully stocked, and our lunch packed inside an insulated bag.

"Hey, you might want to hurry. We only got like 30 minutes before class start." I told her, setting the last load of clean dishes on the drying rack.

"Okay. Give me a minute."

It took her no more than twenty minutes to change her clothes, put on makeup, and style her hair in a twisted braid. How she managed that, I probably would never know.

We left the apartment, and I couldn't help the tingle of excitement inside me as Daphne and I made our way through the open field where students were throwing frisbee, or just laying around in the grass taking in the morning sunlight, and passed the bustling tall brick buildings, from where people were coming in and out.

Daphne and I made it to our class with just a few minutes to spare. To my surprise, the front row seats were more packed than the back. People were apparently very eager to learn – one thing already different from my high school.

Daphne tugged me towards the back.

"I want to sit in the front," I protested.

"Seriously?" Daphne raised her brow at me, and when she was sure I wasn't joking, she sighed. "Well, alright then."

"You don't have to sit with me."

"I don't want to sit by myself, or next to some weirdo." Daphne said when we sat down "You better help me if the professor asked me questions and stuff."

At exactly 8 A.M, a short old man with slick bowl cut hair entered the room, and the chatter died down.

"Good morning, everyone," he said cheerfully. His gaze moved slowly around the room, trying to take in all of our faces. "Ah, so nice to see new, young faces this year. My name is Professor Flitwick, and I'll be teaching English 101. If you have any problem with this class, my door is always open."

I like this professor. He seemed nice and very energetic.

"Now, let's take a look at the syllabus, shall we?" Professor Flitwick began.

Halfway through the lecture, the door swung open, cutting off Professor Flitwick in the middle of his explanation about his grading system.

A tall blond guy moseyed in with his hand in his pocket and a lazy grin on his face. "Morning, Prof."

The cheerful and friendly Professor Flitwick disappeared instantly. "Mister Malfoy." He huffed. "I cannot believe you were an hour late."

"Better late than not show up." The blond shrugged.

"I can barely count this as attendance."

"Well, I'm here, aren't I? Besides, it's not like I'm missing anything. I bet your current syllabus is not that different from last year anyway."

Professor Flitwick crossed his arms, his face turning red. "That is not the point, Mister Malfoy."

While the short professor and the blond guy continued to argue in front of the class, I turned to Daphne and raised my brow. "Who is that?"

Daphne closed her eyes and rubbed her temple like she was fighting a headache. "That's Draco Malfoy. He's not technically a freshman, but since he failed all his classes last year, he'll be repeating the year."

"Do you know him?"

"We grew up together," Daphne answered. "Our family are pretty close. He's like my brother. You remember I mentioned him back at the diner?"