Not Likely

7.

I took a deep breath and stood up. Professor Francis turned on the projector as I made my way to the front.

I put my drawings under the ELMO and cleared my throat to speak.

"Well," my voice started to shake. I took a deep breath and contiuned.

I pointed to the slice of cheesy pizza I had drawn and said,"Well I drew pizza, because everyone likes pizza right?"

"I'm vegan!" I heard a deep voice yell from the back of the room. I heard a few chuckles and didn't even bother to look up to see who had made the comment.

Next I pointed to the music note and said, "I drew this because I have a passion for music. I played multiple instruments back in middle and high school and also sang at my high school graduation. I won a few talent shows too, and my mom and I used to run around my home singing at the top of our lungs." I paused and smiled at the memories of my mom and I skating against the hardwood floor with makeshift microphones singing our hearts out to Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston.

"Oh an I remember my dad and I-" my breath caught in my voice. Memories of the fun times my dad I came crashing through my head like a flash flood. My eyes started to tear up thinking about the ways we'd make home videos of us singing together. Thinking about the ways we'd sit in the car just to listen to the radio and sing along to the latest hits. Thinking about the way he'd tuck me in at the end of night, always kissing my forehead and wishing me a good night sle-.

"What about your dad?" the same deep voice ripped me away from th sweet memories. "Oh wait I forgot, people like you don't have that much memories of their father's being as though they go to the grocery store and never come back home." I looked up.

Of course it was him. It was always him. He lived to make my college experience as miserable as it could be.

I sighed ready to defend myself in the midst of the embarrassment he'd caused me in front of my new peers.

As I opened my mouth, to my surprise countless of other people did too.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I heard one voice shriek.

"Don't you have fucking manners you sick pig?!" another yelled.

"You really make me sick."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Professor Francis clapped her hands very loudly to catch our attention.

"I'm very, very disappointed to see a college student acting in such a way," she stared at Asher, with her hands on her hips. "And for that, you can leave. Now. It's now on you to get my syllabus. I will not be giving it to you since you want to act like a freshman in high school instead of college."

"But-" Asher started

Professor Francis quickly cut him off.
"Not buts. Leave. NOW."

Asher snatched him bookbag from off his table and stalked out the room without saying another word.

Professor Francis turned and looked at me. "And you Noami," she said handing the syllabus, "are free to go home early."

"Oh no, I can't."

"No." She said quickly cutting me off. "Things have already been stressful enough for you. I insist. Just email me if you have any questions about your assignments"

I sat there for a moment contemplating my options. I could sit here for the remaining hour or so or take my free pass and leave. Shoooo...

I walked back to my table to grad my things, saying bye to Bethany, giving her a slip of paper with my number on it telling her to call me.

I leisurely walked toward the door, trying to make sure enough time has passed so I won't run into Asher outside. I walked up to the large double doors and exited the literature room that I already had begun to hate.

I didn't see Asher in the lobby of the building and let out a sigh of relief. I went up to the secretary to sign out for the day.

"Have a good day," she told me and I thanked her and wished her the same.

I walked out the lobby thinking about what I would do in my free time. Maybe I would go off campus, buy some more clothes. Nah...food. Yeah that sounds about right. I was taking out my phone to call a cab when I heard a interesting conversation behind me.

"Yeah Edith, I'm still coming tonight." There was a pause as Asher said into tears receiver. "No babe, there's no pretty girls in my lit class." He groaned, taking a long drag out of a cigarette he was smoking.

Ew. Gag. I didn't want to hear their sappy relationship couple conversation. And ew he smoked. Totally not attractive.

I eve's dropped on their conversation, only to hear dull I love you's and nicknames like babe and cutie pie.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. I started to scroll through my instagram, liking pictures of my old friends while waiting for my cab. Luckily he hasn't spotted me yet.

A few minutes later my can pulled and beeped, taking my attention away from my phone. I grabbed my phone and bag and started my way towards my ride.

"Hey babe I gotta go," I heard behind me. Apparently, the beeping had caught more than just my attention.

Before I could register what was going on, Asher had ran up to me, acting like he hadn't just insulted me inside not even ten minutes ago.

"So where are we going," he asked.

"We?!" I scoffed "We're not going anywhere together!" I walked faster trying to leave him behind, but that did no good being ad though he was taller and had longer legs. He reached the cab before me, opening the door and got in.

I crossed my arms, and whined,"Get out of my cab!"

"C'mon Ni, we don't have all day!" Asher yelled back.

"Where to?" The scruffy old cab driver asked him.

Asher leaned out the door. "Do you have any classes anytime soon?"

I rolled my eyes and stayed quiet.

"Take us to The Shack," Asher said to the front.

The Shack?

"C'mon were gonna get food," Asher said, "I'll pay." He looked at me waiting for me to hop in.

I weighed my options for the second time in one day. Let Asher take my cab and have to call another one and wait another fifteen minutes. Or get a free ride and free food from the only person who has been rude to me so far this year.

'There's no way I'm turning down free food,' I thought to myself, stepping into the cab.

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HI GUYS! I KNOW IT'S BEEN SO LONG, BUT JUST HEAR ME OUT!

The truth is...

I'm just super lazy. And I had major writer's block. I'm sorry again.

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