Casanova's Fall

--Maeve--

I tried hard on the test. Well, not hard. I try to read and reviewed yet nothing gets inside my

head. Written tests are not my specialty and I have to review and review or whatnot. I only

wanted to study when it was about an interesting subject, like psychology, literature, and

English. But f~ck it, it's not that I don't like my course.

"Note us when everything is settled, Maeve." One of my classmates told me with a cleverish

grin. I sniggered.

"When something gets in on my head," I look at my close friend in my college life. She

memorizes a few of them and I don't memorize a single thing except Public Relations. "Therese, you got me right." I wink.

In college, teamwork is one of the things that we always do during quizzes, summative tests,

midterms, and finals. Half of the class are very cooperative during the tests and some of the

professors don’t care at all.

Some professors made it hard for us. But this is life. My main goal is to graduate with or without any medals. Somehow, medals won’t get you to a nice job. It’s all the same. We all have to sprint for the goal that we set.

Once the papers were distributed, I started answering and glancing at my side's paper. Our

professor doesn't pay attention though she knows that we are copying each other. In the tests like this, our main goal is to graduate together.

Lots of questions weren't on the handouts. It is more of analysis and situational that uses

commonsense. That's what I like about it, yet I must be accurate in my answer and there are lots of things that are confusing that were used on the other subject to another. Just one phrase would make it different.

Once that we had sent it, I started plugging my earphones to relax my mind. We got another

test to go and my friend memorized a few of them since I couldn't memorize anything at all

when I am stressed and overthinking. It’s hard to be a student.

I got home around seven in the evening. I noticed a car outside which doesn’t belong to my

uncle or anyone I know. When I entered the house, I noticed two oozing hot males sitting on our sofa, and it seemed that my aunt and mom are entertaining them since my dad wasn't around.

Maybe someone that they know. Yet they both look so elegant, handsome, rich, muscular…

playboys.

This wasn't just imagination and all, but both are good-looking and lean. Just what I like to

imagine every night and in my novels. However, I wouldn't have someone like that. Because I'm short, I'm curvy and I'm not beautiful enough. Ugh~~me and my insecurities. Well, that's what I thought, though people said that I am beautiful. Well, average people would say that.

No, they wouldn't be mine. Why? Because they might be like my father who is an alcoholic

and probably has a mistress. I now decide that I'll be all alone in my life. Make my own business and give my mom and my spinster aunt a luxurious life.

I nodded at them and walk directly to our room, removing my shoes and put them aside, and

entered.

My head kept on overthinking, talking to myself inside my head.

Would someone change my decision? Or would I ever get a chance to find someone that is truly a match for me? My soulmate? It's not bad to believe, but somehow, as I realize things, I'm afraid of getting hurt.However, things aren’t like in novels. In novels, you could twist things, make your characters beautiful, sexy, and attractive enough for handsome hunk men. Novels are fantasies to escape reality. That is why I read a lot and write a lot, despite a busy schedule in school. Still, my hobbyin writing is what made me feel something that I wanted.