Chapter three

Capital_boring. Revenue preservation and distribution_more boring. Is the professor hot, young, and every girl's wet dream_fuck yeah!. I grinned at him anytime he looked in my direction. He turned to write something on the board, his shirt riding up a bit. I see the other girls blatantly ogling him and almost screaming in their seats.

No drooling. I warned myself trying to listen to what he was explaining. He was distracting. But I also already knew half of what he was saying, so I didn't need to force my brain to concentrate. The lecture finished just in time for lunch hour, and Mr hotness decided to assign us to research ways on how to maximize our resources. I mean ok like school isn't stressful enough, we have to take more work home. We all trooped outside, friends moving off in pairs while I stood alone. I'm minding my business when someone knocked my textbook out of my hands. I whirled to face the culprits, then took a suffering breath as they turned out to be who I thought they would be. They just never got tired of bullying me, right from high school until now. The three villainous bitches_Arielle, Jenny and Nicole. Sometimes I wonder if they applied to this college on purpose just to bother me. Ok, that might not be true. I'm here on scholarship, and this is pretty much the college where the rich kid goes. So I might simply be the one who set up myself for this.

"Are you all blind or what?" I asked my fist clenching, eyes hardening. I was not afraid of them anymore, because if there's one thing I've learned the hard way, it was that if you act weak, or show just even an ounce of being scared, they become a million times worse and more daring. Fighting back made our exchange more on the verbal side, not like in the old days when I had to try to cover a black eye or a broken nose. Yup, the good old days.

They all look amused like I was some green-eyed frog that crawled out of a pond. Apt description cause my baggy shorts is a glaring green. Yup, green and orange are not a good combo.

"Nope, I didn't see you dirtbag. I only see people who are on my level. You are not, so I'll watch my tone of voice if I were you. What the hell are you even wearing".

She contradicted herself so much, that it made me want to pull out my hair, or hers.

"I believe they're called clothes. I also know that I'm pulling off this look, while you can't. Not surprising with that figure of yours" I pointed out sweetly and she glared Hades at me. She was elegant but too insecure, so of course, my jab hurts. I had teeth, and I tend to bite hard when I'm shoved off a corner.

"Watch your trashy mouth" Jenny jerked a finger in my face like she wanted to pluck out my eyes. Arielle, who was the leader stopped her.

"Don't waste your breath on her Jenny. She's not worth our attention" she got out, looking straight at me. Jenny calmed down, a smirk replacing the scowl. Such a fucking puppet.

"Yeah you're right. You're just a pathetic lowlife nobody".

I've heard enough of their nonsense. I moved closer to her, asking for trouble. My scholarship pleaded in my subconscious, but for once I refused its request.

"You're the pathetic one, Jenny. You couldn't learn shit even if you were paid to. What? You're going to run crying to daddy to have me expelled for pointing out how such a dumb brain piece of shit you are" I sneered. She grabbed at my shirt, yanking me forward.

"How dare you" she yelled in my face, spit flying. Yuck. Like does she not realize the concept of brushing one's teeth as Ryan said. I did not sign up for this.

Nicole pulled her away, subtly hinting at the CCTV. She might as well have been pointing at it. I adjusted my shirt, a perpetual frown on my face.

"Don't ever talk to Jenny like that," Nicole warned, her expression manic. "You're the laundry woman's daughter right" she stated, and I felt the hollow at the pit of my stomach widen. I glared at her as she smiled, then adjusted my glasses on my face.

"I'd be more respectful if I were you, or someone could suddenly lose their job. We'll be seeing you around" she whispered, tapping at my cheek. I fought myself from roaring like an animal and ripping her pink hair out. They giggled as they left. When will they ever grow up?

Everything was fucking upsetting. A continuous tapping sound seemed to be ringing in my head with every step I took. I never wish to come across them again. They ruined my day just by breathing in the same vicinity as me. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Could I just pull out my hair now? I stopped myself just in time from face planting on the floor, as I tripped for the second time in the same day.

If I had fallen, well that would be the nail in my none existent coffin. Even now the second-hand embarrassment at the noise I made had me cringing. I tried not to look around to see who noticed.

I breathe a sigh of relief once I stepped out of the department. Thank God I only had one lecture on Fridays... The night was for the party animals, and as you might have noticed, I'm not. Bookworm, lazy ass procrastinator will be a more apt description. Self-shaming must be a thing now.

A nice ride was in Andrianna's spot. The door opened, drawing people's attention as Michele Morrone stepped out of the automobile... You fell for that, didn't you? It's not Michele Morrone duh, but he might as well be his younger brother.

Tall, tan skin, long mane of light gold, or was that brown... He even put Mr hotness_aka my professor to shame. He had that lean athlete built that made you just want to drool all over him, then there was his handsome out-of-this-world face. Darn, those pink lips should not even be real. He had striking long lashes, thick eyebrows, and green expressive eyes. Is he real? Like for real. I looked around and yes, everyone was suddenly zombies and he happened to be the only human specimen remaining. Can I just feel up his chest please, because, I'm already hooked on them?

Earth to vega. Snap out of your foolishness. You've already had enough rejection to last you a lifetime. Thank you self, much.

He stared around, taking in the appreciative stares. A smirk ghosted across his lip, his eyes trained on a pretty girl. He winked, making the girl blush into ashes. Playboy alert goes off in my brain. Of course, he'd be a playboy. You can't be that fine, fine, and be nice, nice.

I gave him another look, then glanced at myself on the large glass double doors. I definitely could not pull him, I couldn't even pull his pants.

"Lost cause. No need to even try" I sighed, walking away but not before I noticed the three villains approaching him. If he wasn't off-limits before, he was now.

Oh well. Not like I stood a chance in the first place.