" You are late. " Aiden, the person I hate.
I clicked the door closed and swiveled round to see his facade devoid of anything.
" I never planned on coming here. "
He takes his eyes on me, taking in the lab gown I was still wearing, it was not until now that I've realized the buttons were haphazardly made, three buttons in a mad disarray.
" We aren't supposed to parade laboratory gowns whenever we feel like it. "
" Make-up clas--I don't even know why I'm explaining this to you. "
I held my gaze in a scrutinizing stubborn streak. Don't lose your cool, never let that control go.
I stood there, like it's the normal thing to do. I waited for him to speak so I can get out of this horrible meeting.
He got up and gathered his things. One hand on his Coffee, one for his rucksack.
" I'll leave in 10. " He passed me a folded white paper, walked pass me, yet lingered on the door frame. His eyes traveled on the paper to my frail grip of reality. "So ask me, now. "
I hastily opened it.
" A schedule? I'm overloading my units this semester. I can't do everything here. "
I gust of disbelief drowned all the unicorns and rainbows I once felt. How could I ever loved this stupid self sustaining egoistical manipulative monster.
" Sad. "
He went out.
The door was left ajar as my mouth. I followed suit, if this happened two years ago, I'd practically kiss the grounds he's stepped on, prolly just nod my head like it should, say yes because it's him.
But I wasn't.
He pressed the button on the elevator. Students aren't supposed to use them, but he's got strings, and he sure does pull them.
" Why are you doing this? " I sounded pathetic.
He looked at me. The same eyes that swooned now seared with deep contempt. I can say the same. It's a two-way road. No one's taking detour darling, if we clash we crash.
" I'm the president of the Student Body, you're my secretary. "
The elevator dinged.
" Ciao."
