Wasted efforts

Several impressions were going through my mind. How did he get my contact? Why did he phone me? Does he wanna taunt me about my boobs again? Or is he ready to converse about the assignment? I still need to assemble myself, I thought

"Ryan Miller" I called, struggling to conceal the awe.

"Just wanna call you," he said and disconnected the call without giving room for a retort.

"just wanted to call me? oh, he wanted me to know that he has my contact, is that it?"

Jeez! I growled before dropping my phone back on the table. Instead of proceeding with the work, Ryan's call had already slain the morale and I collapsed back on my bed, authorizing darkness to take over.

"I hate you, Ryan" was the last thing that I murmured.

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It's Monday already! A day before the submission. Some of my colleagues are done with their tasks, Laura included. I was still battling with the flowchart and fortunately, I was able to get it done during the weekend. I planned to stay back today at school