Chapter Two
Her smile lingers.
"This is..." A female voice left the sentence hanging.
Shall I finish it, then? This is... Temptation. Infatuation. A wicked obsession.
I shook my head, lifting my head up a little bit to see if my last class is close to being over. Guess not, she's still talkin' and talkin'. I returned to my same spot, only pinching my fingers to make sure I am awake.
But I'm dreaming, that needs to stop.
"A Blast from the past!"
My head went swinging down and up and down again. I was seeing fractal and pixel-ated things. Assuring myself again that everything is okay, I sat back up thinking how I just returned from a tiring summer break. Literally sleeping on the first day is normal, so please...
"That's it folks. Quiz next class! Au revoir!" She clapped her hands twice and stretched up to turn off the projector sitting above.
I looked at the white board and letter by letter I read P-H-Y-S-I-C-S. Sweet, I grinned as I glanced at my professor.
Pear-shaped, I whispered in my head as I was staring at the shape that her navy dress drew. This is Professor Julia, who instructed us to not call her by her last name. She is Canadian, and her tongue is just smoking French accent. It is so hard that you can really distinguish it by how she rolls her tongue when saying "French Fries". She never addressed her age, but who cares. She's bubbly, and the next time I see her, I'll make sure I don't fall asleep dreaming weird stuff.
I smiled at her as I went upfront, but in the end she did not do anything but turn that stupid project that won't come off.
"Wright. No exemptions," I looked back and she gave a combo of raised-eyebrow and a half-smile.
"Tha-" I almost fell back but someone was behind me, "-Sorry."
I turned around and saw the girl, "I-I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she said, still looking down. Man, she sounds so upset.
"But really, I'm sorry."
"It's fine," she uttered loudlier than before and brushed her long brown hair with her hand. She softly pushed me over to the side and entered Prof Julia's room.
My eyebrows felt very questionable, and then guilty. "I can make up for it if-"
"-There you are!" A set of wrists punched me behind.
The whole crowd engulfed me with their own silly noise. I was going along with their jokes and what their absurd mouths have to say. As we were walking, I kept looking back, hoping that I can apologize to what I have done.
I shook my head again, only longer this time. Wake up, I thought. Do you have any idea how lame your tactics are? Yes they are lame. Are you stupid? I don't know, you tell me. Don't you know the ways of humanity and how this race started to multiply? I don't really know, you tell me. Do you think you're gonna see her? There are thousands of students in this university, do you really think you're gonna have a fourth-sight? Are you out of your petite mind? You chicken head! You should have followed what your cousins told you!
And this internal arguing went on for hours and hours... I am not gonna lie.
I went to the district's office to get my papers and fees finalized. The bus-bell rang, which really freaked me out. I don't have my car with me. Moreover, the district building is very far from the main building.
Transportation is a big deal. However, one should consider the money one spends for gas, too. I’ve been given a car, but I am not here to ignore the opportunity to have a free ride to the early morning bus. Why would I use my car, and drive all the way to the main building and then come back again—and do all these things everyday? My parents do give me 500 bucks time to time, but I am not called here to spend all that precious money just for gas. People are not smart in their own various ways, just saying. However, now is not the time to make brainy statements.
I only have five minutes, and the main building is half a mile away from the district building. Are you seriously gonna make me run-til-my-lungs-explode again? Whatever it takes, idiot! You don't want to walk home, do you? I was confident to run for half a mile. Did I tell you I was in track for the first two years of my high school? Oh yes I was. And here I am, my lungs have adjusted in its own way. And I think I am not going to make it. I am running here from there today. I am tired.
I am tired.
"WAIT!" I yelled as I felt my feet slightly backing up. The engine stopped and the doors opened. Sweat has taken all over me.
I looked at the seats and everything was full, except the front seat on the right. However, another guy pushed me over and sat on that seat. Curses! I looked at the seat on my left, only one person was sitting on it.
"Would you mind if I sit here?"
"Yeah," the girl said quietly and moved to the corner.
"Thanks," I whispered in the air and I guess she did not understand what I was saying and just said yes in response.
I was listening to my iTouch again when I took a quick glance at the girl behind me. She took her glasses off and started reading. Sweet, I exaggerated in thoughts. I wasn't really able to see her through the rear view mirror. I don't want to seem like I'm staring at her face, too. So I moved a little bit to the right and there I have a perfect reflection of hers. It was difficult to see, because half of my buns is not supported.
We were both in our own world listening to music. But I was hoping, that she will remove hers so that I can talk to her. And at that moment my little prayer was heard.
"Hey," I murmured, "Aren't you in my stop?"
"Hmm?"
Let it all be slow for the lovely lady if that's what she desires; though it can be irritating. "Aren't you. In. My. Stop?"
"I think so," she smiled and looked at me awkwardly as if she doesn't recognize me.
"Who knows? Haha!" she laughed quickly and went back to reading.
I glanced away, having mixed emotions.
I can see this is gonna be quite difficult.
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