"Where do you think you're going?" His voice made everything stop as I turned around to see Troy Luther my boy best friend running towards me with a bag that resembled mine.
"Oh my gosh how could I forget my bag?" I said with a long groan, Troy chuckled as I fumbled through the bag checking if my stuffs were complete.
"Elena, you're way too forgetful for a history student" He reprimanded me playfully.
"Hey, I don't wanna be late for Mr Roy's class, you know how he treats late comers".
"That's why you better run along then, aren't you forgetting something? Again!" He said as I was about to go.
"What is that? Oh! Thanks sweetie" I planted a kiss on his cheek before running off again.
My dark hair flipped in the wind as I ran through bodies of students muttering "excuse me" as I pushed my way around trying to get to class under fifteen minutes. As I barged in the class everybody turned their heads around to the door I just waltzed in from.
"Errrrhhheemmmm!" Mr Roy looked at me sternly from the podium, History 103 had started thirty minutes ago. I'm so late.
"I can explain—" I started but Mr Roy cut me short.
"No need for that, you'll have all the time in the world to explain to the dean of students".
"But sir—".
"No buts! Now look for seat before I send you out" I moved quickly and located my female friend Chelsea quite easily because her blonde hair and blue eyes are easy to spot.
"Why are you so late?" She asked in a harsh whisper.
"I had a long night" I said with a yawn.
"Wow, that's the first".
"C'mon, give me a break" As soon as I said that I got a whiff of a scent that have been haunting me ever since I arrived on campus, not just any scent...... His scent. My head spun towards the direction the scent and I saw him staring back at me before he looked away with a small smirk.
"Woah" I said unconsciously.
"Woah what? Woah who?" Chelsea said trying to find who or what was taking my attention.
"It's Michael, he was staring at me just now I swear it".
"Really? Your obsession with this guy is going to get you in trouble one day".
"For him any trouble is good trouble" I had been talking too loud unconsciously and that brought me Mr Roy's attention.
"What was the last thing I said Miss George?" Mr Roy asked.
"Uhhhmmm.......Abraham Lincoln?" I said sheepishly and the whole class burst out laughing, I saw Michael shake his head momentarily.
"I see you are not ready for today's lecture Miss George. Take your things and kindly leave my class" Mr Roy pointed at the door through which I came in.
"Oh man! But I just got here" I said making the class laugh again and this time Michael actually smiled.
Yes
.
"You have turned this lecture into a comedy show! PLEASE LEAVE NOW!!" Mr Roy shouted making everybody silent at once, I quickly grabbed my bag and headed towards the door.
"Don't forget to wait for me at the dean's office! ".
"Okay old man, sheeesh" I slammed the door with a loud bang, as I moved away from the lecture room I could still hear the laughter I caused with my abrupt exit.
I couldn't stop thinking of Michael, what did that stare mean?. Technically it could mean an other thing but my mind kept telling me there was something special about that moment we had a few minutes ago, the way his hazel eyes penetrated my soul as if he was searching for something, but what? I couldn't tell.
As I walked towards the dean office I saw someone who made all my hopes with Michael shatter, Shirley Kinston a "do—good" brunette with a stunning figure
She had an impressive body
, she was the president of the campus book club, she graduated as a valedictorian in her high school so she's continuing her perfect record. Apart from being an annoying overachiever she's also Michael's girlfriend, and now she was approaching me with a smile and a flyer.
"Hello Elena, how are you doing today?" She displayed her perfect whites.
'Ughhhhhh I hate her so much'.
"I'm doing well thank you for asking, where are you headed?" I asked faking a smile to match hers.
"I'm headed to the book club, we have a meeting today and I think I might be late already. Please can you do me a favour".
"Sure" As long it doesn't involve attending the book club though.
"Can you please take these flyers to Michael? I think he's almost done with his class now so he would want them now and I really need to run off to join the rest of the club".
"Yes, sure I can" I said taking the flyers from her, a chance to escape the deans wrath? A chance to talk to Michael? Of course I am grabbing the opportunity.