Liability || Jim Moriarty

Ch1: I wouldn't have said that if I were you

"Dickhead."

He glared at me with something more than just annoyance in his eyes.

He looked like he wanted to punch me.

In my defense, i was running late to class that day- and it wasn't even my fault.
Professor Hobbs had asked me to redo my chemistry experiment because I don't know- I just couldn't get the right results in that 2 hour long period of a class.

I don't like chemistry, in fact it's safe to say that i HATE IT - so when i had to skip lunch to do it all again, you can say that I was mad pissed by the time i entered physics .

That day we( the freshmen )were supposed to be working with the 3rd years on building a working model of literally anything related to physics.
Each group was assigned one person from the 3rd year to help with the model building.

Our group had chosen 'Magnetic Levitation' to work on.... and this meant it required loads of research and working out of the theory before we started building.

I personally enjoy physics ( way more than chem) so i took the pleasure of compiling all the researched bits yesterday so that we could have it all ready for our 3rd year to review and revise.

So now, when I walked in pissed from the chemistry lab I found our 3rd year shuffling through all the papers I'd compiled all night.

Only to hear him mutter something about it being -
"terribly incompetent, weakly written and a waste of mind" .

And that wasn't it.

He then vaguely told us to rewrite it,
find another 3rd year to help us
and that he'd tell Professor Pritchard that he was out
and then he just tossed all the papers on our table then turned around to leave.

My hardwork.

Yes, it might be wrong and stupid
but- It. was. still. my. work.

"Dickhead." I said.

He turned right back to face me.
Angry.
He looked like he wanted to punch me.

I'd already said what i had to say so there was no going back.

I stared right back. Hard.
I could sense my peers watching me. I can't back down - not now.

There was a flicker of something in his eyes as they so analytically moved all over my face. I could feel the touch of his eyes all over my face.
He looked down at my lips- for a slip, an instant, for half a millisecond- and back up to my eyes again, but i caught it.

I caught him.

Flirt.

I was starting to hate him.
Up at my eyes, it felt like he held me without even any contact or words.
But he still managed to look very angry and deeply offended.

He pressed his eyes on me once more before he broke the mini staring contest, turned away and off to wherever he was headed. Leaving me with only the stunned silence from my group.

" Why would you say that?" One of them asked.

" Because he is one? Come on, he quite literally flipped off our work and called it quits before we even began. He is a dickhead."

"I wouldn't have said that if i were you."

"You're just being dramatic." I said.

"Maybe, but he's not....'right'.
Let's just get back to work now, we gotta find a different 3rd year to help us. I'm honestly glad he didn't want to do this."