SARAH'S POV "I must have slept for long," I yawned with closed eyes before my vision slowly revealed where I was. 'Mr. Clinton's bedroom, I actually slept on his bed.' I placed my hands on my lips in disbelief; that was fast, way too fast, but I liked the speed. I laid back on his bed grinning, things were working out for me. It had only been a day since I arrived, and we were already getting along really well, just as I always wanted. I sat up when my mind flashed back to our earlier conversation. I've got preparations to make, and I was still in bed. I got up immediately to get things ready. I went to my room and grabbed my purse, put on some lipstick, and tied my hair into a ponytail. I really like ponytails because it makes me look cute and full of spirit, that's what I think. I didn't forget to take some cash; I had shopping to do. As I was about to exit the duplex, I saw Erin approaching. "Hi." She smiled again, and I smiled back as I did before. "You're going out," she as
The long night came to an end, with a smile on my face, I stroked my ruffled hair, detangling the clumps in my hair. I heaved a heavy breath and sluggishly got off my bed. 'Woah.' my bedsheets were rumpled like a trashcan where raccoons fight for leftover cabbage. What was more amusing was the state of my long hair, 'Man, I look like a witch' the mirror revealed the hilarious view of my looks. If I were in an intoxicated state, I'm very sure I won't be able to recognize myself. After laughing my ass off, I strode into my bathroom. Then it suddenly struck me.What time is it?I bathed quickly and unlocked my phone.BLOODY HELL! It's Tuesday, I hate Tuesdays! Especially today.That stern Professor Steve, I usually had his class on Tuesday at 9 AM. The annoying thing was that this particular Tuesday was for continuous assessment, 45 percent on the run... but the time...Please tell me Mr. Time that you are teasing me...9:45The time leaped from 9:45 to 9:47. Slow down, will you! I frant
While I zoned off, Helen's piercing voice brought me back to the present. "Sarah, yesterday you hurt my feelings..." She slapped my hands away with a frown. I turned utterly speechless and confused; a moment ago she was sulking, and now she had transformed into a fiery goddess blazing with indignation. "What did I do?" "If you don't like Vincent, you shouldn't have made it obvious," she spat. What the fuck, is she serious? "Your boyfriend is a.........." I refrained. He would be dumped anyway; there was no need to make it quicker. "A real what?" She inquired, waiting for a meaningful answer. "Never mind," I decided to let it slide, after all, this wasn't the first time she dated a pervert. "Hello baby." Yeah, speaking of the devil. Vincent hugged her from behind and peppered kisses on her neck. 'What a public display of affection,' I scoffed. Helen, on the other hand, was enjoying the kissy moment, forgetting her single girlfriend was watching. "Hi," Vincent s
"Mr. Clinton, you promised to make it up to me," I reminded, my eyes sparkling with anticipation."I'll decide when..." He shot me a glance, dabbing his mouth with a napkin.I furrowed my eyebrow, surprised by his response. Then I remembered my ulterior motives."Mr. Clinton, would you mind tutoring me today?" His expression turned thoughtful, and I held my breath."Which course?""Anatomy," I replied, barely containing my excitement.His brow furrowed. "You are struggling with Anatomy, it's a crucial course for nursing students." I winced, feeling a twinge of embarrassment.Did I say I was struggling with Anatomy? Well, if I don't pass the cutoff mark, 'struggling' would be an understatement.CARRY OVER! Would knock on my door and I wouldn't want that..."I missed the test..." I admitted, my face scrunched up in discomfort.Luckily, I wasn't confessing to my father; I wouldn't have wanted to deal with his loud scolding.Then a worrying thought struck me. "Mr. Clinton, please don't te
"Mr. Clinton, it isn't what you think," I pointed to my left ear. "Ear pod, ear pod."God, what am I saying?Then an idea came."It's my phone, it rang just now and it is connected to my ear pod. So I was angry, it was distracting, so I shouted without thinking. I'm... I'm so sorry."The contort on his face dilated and I silently heaved a sigh.Phew, that was close..."So you were using an ear pod while learning." He gave me a questioning look."I forgot to take it off, Mr. Clinton, I'm deeply sorry." I clasped my hands pleading.Now he might think I am unstudious. I made that excuse without thinking..."Sarah, you aren't taking your education seriously. I might report this to your father." His words broke through my trail of thoughts.I hung my head low in defeat. I knew it was useless to plead this time around; he will definitely report me to my father. While I was sulking, I felt a warm hand on my head. My scalp shivered from its mildness, sending torrid sensations all over me. I l
"Ah! Is that a fire alarm!" I screamed, covering my ears. The sound was so piercing, and I felt like banging my ears on the wall to get it off my senses.My eyes were still closed since I was jolted awake by the boisterous sound. I didn't even know what was making that noise. My eyelids slowly peeled open, revealing my brightly lit room.Krrrrrr..."Urg!" I sprang out of my bed to try to locate where the sound was coming from. I looked around the room, then I found a fish-looking thing sitting on my bedside table.Then I remembered...I facepalmed myself for forgetting I set an alarm yesterday. I didn't want what happened on Tuesday to repeat itself again.Krrrrrrrrrrrrr..."Yeah, I'm awake." I angrily struck the alarm to silence it.'Finally, my ears will rest'. I didn't know it would be so loud.I sighed tiredly and collapsed on my bed. "I feel so sleepy," I muttered. My eyelids were heavy, and I felt like relieving the weight with a nice shut-eye."Hmmm." I straightened myself on t
"Ouch." My muscles constricted and I fell to the ground wincing in pain.Why did I have to run even when I'm very aware I can't keep up for more than five minutes. I berated myself inwardly and attempted to stand, but my legs refused the order.Then I looked ahead, Mr. Clinton was a good distance away.I had to be honest with myself, it definitely didn't feel like a competition, it was more like a tortoise daring to challenge the hare.And that tortoise was me, I lost in less than ten minutes...Even when I was still seated on the ground, I was still huffing and panting for a few meters, a race I barely pulled off.I stayed on the ground to catch my rough breath."Mr. Clinton!" I yelled for his attention; I needed help to stand. My legs refused to cooperate.I saw him turn around and approaching me.Damn, he looked quite hot while running, his stubble strewed all over his oval face by the gentle breeze, and my heart started drumming the music of infatuation.When will he be mine? I
I arrived at my favorite spot in a cab, and Helen was already waiting for me. As I descended from the vehicle, my eyes caught a particular figure I despised. My face slightly distorted for a split second before returning to normal. I only told her to meet me here, not with him... Vincent was resting on his car, trying to look cool, but falling short, while Helen had her hand on his shoulder. "Hi," he greeted as soon as I approached them. Just like the other day, his eyes scanned my body, licking his lips. I smiled back, concealing the disgust on my face. "Did you wait long?" I asked Helen, ignoring his greeting since I didn't tell her to bring a company along. "Sarah..." She glared at me, ambiguously scolding me for being impolite. I poked my nose at her in defiance and averted my eyes from them. She should learn to accept my disdain towards him. I simply can't change how I feel about him. But for now, let me just pretend. My face suddenly brightened, showing my pearly