You!

Chapter 6

Asher’s POV

The girl was cute. She really thought I was going to apologize. I mean, I would have apologized eventually and I didn’t actually do it on purpose. She just took it too personal and deep. Thinking of it though, I felt bad that she had to change her outfit.

I walk into my dorm room, exhausted from tutoring and mentoring younger students I honestly don’t give a shit about. My neighbor, as usual, was blasting music at an unholy volume. Great. The throbbing in my head was already matching the beat of the song she was playing currently.

I arrange my things. Guess I’m going back to my bachelor’s pad all the way in the city. I didn’t care. I just need to sleep. Maybe I might start coming from there because this place is not healthy at all. I love partying but I can’t deal with it so constant. I throw a few things into a bag and I take it downstairs to my car.

“Whoa. Where are you going?” My roommate, whose name I had honestly forgotten, stops me as I go down the stairs.

“Sorry. I’m just getting away for a while.” I tell her, adjusting the strap of the backpack I was carrying. She nods in understanding.

“Good talk.” I tell her, going in my way. She looks like a hot mess. Her hair was piled on her head and she was wearing shades probably because she was hung over really bad. I get into my car and drive into the city. When I see my bed, I almost cry tears of joy. It’s been so long. I grab a beer. I dislike school to some extent. I’m only here because it’s an opportunity to be freer. At the pack, everyone holds me in this stupidly high esteem.

I look at the exercises I had to grade. The school is smart though. We are like cheap labour for them. Mentoring, they said. They just wanted us to do their work. I grab their answer sheets to the question. Well, no one got the question except for a Wendy Altyre who I’m guessing is the same person who hates me with all her guts. She seems to be the only smart person in the class so maybe, I would apologize so we can put all this childishness behind. Look at her technique. I’m actually impressed.

I try to go to sleep but weirdly, I couldn’t . I thought this is what I needed but it turns out that I was so used to sleeping in noisy places that I couldn’t sleep in quiet. This is really appropriate. I can’t sleep properly with noise and I can’t sleep at all without noise. My life is so not it. If I wasn’t my father’s only son, I may have ended it already. Especially during the dark periods.

After about a depressing hour of waiting on sleep, I decide to instead try a hack. I turned on my sound system on full blast and played party music. Better. I try to sleep now and it was so much better. It’s still annoying, this but I would check myself later. For now, I just needed to sleep.

It was that dark, dreamless sleep that I was privileged to have. They were the best because I always got enough mental rest. Well, it was interrupted by pounding on my door. What the actual hell? Can’t someone get rest anymore? I shuffle my feet to the door, trying to not lose the sleepiness I felt because if it left, that was the end of my sleep this night. I didn’t even bother to check the dooe6a d I just swung it open. I was confronted by a police woman.

“Hello, officer. How may I help you?” I ask leaning on the wall. I hope she is interested in the I just got up aesthetic because she was a solid ten. Maybe I was still asleep.

“Well, you are causing a disturbance with your party. I may have to arrest you.” She replies in a curt tone. The sleep in my eyes immediately disappeared.

“I’m sorry, there is no party.” I try to explain to her.

“Really?” She asks sarcastically and I realized that party music was blasting out of the house. I usher her into the house so she could check. She flashes a torch in my face.

“Well, you are definitely on substances so I still have to take you to the station.” She says in a no nonsense tone. Shit. I turn down the music and grab a coat. Just great. She cuffs me and take me to the station with her.

I stay in a cell for a few hours. The buzzer to my cell went off and I look up to be met with the stern face of my father. Today is just not my day. I get that.

“Get up.” He says in an even sterner voice. I oblige. In silence, he drives me back to my apartment in the city. When he drops me off, I try to explain.

“Dad, there’s no party whatsoever. I just had on my music really loud.” I tell him an she shakes his head disbelievingly.

“What about the substance abuse? Got an excuse for that too?” He asks. He looks at me like he doesn’t even know me anymore. That was nearly enough to break me.

“It was just one beer.” I tell him but he shakes his head, already driving away. Fuck. I look at the rising sun. Well, I still had classes. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my dad I’m that way too. Feeling like I was having a terrible hangover, I prepare for school. I rush to school like I was repeating my day again. I remember the girl from yesterday so I slow down. Wouldn’t want a recurrence.

I go for my classes first, ignoring everyone there, excluding the professor. I’m tired but I’m not a fool. Great. I also have to hand out the year 1’s classwork. I enter the class and the girl whom I thought should be called Marie not Wendy was already seated. Wendy sounds like a stripper name. She looks respectable. She ignores my presence and I wait for my other less grouchy students.

“Good afternoon, guys. Okay, your work has been graded. I would show you the correct thing in the projector.” I turn it on and the sound that filled the room were girlish moans and slapping sounds. I quickly shut it off. Again, today is definitely not my day. I look over to see Wendy smiling evilly.

“You!”