Kapitel 3: Emerald Locket: Rose
"Did you get all of it?" Alice let out a giant yawn as she put down her pen on the table. Why is she even holding that pen when she was not writing a single letter during the lecture?
"Certainly," I replied.
"Hey don't look at me like that, I don't like his lectures that much," Alice ranted, yawning again.
"You should have stayed home if you are that sleepy." I do not usually bother it, but today for some reason her fatigue did bother me.
"Why do you look so snappy today mademoiselle? Surely, someone pissed you off," Alice looked at me in envy. She always hated her much fresh I looked at this early morning. I was not feeling as fresh as I was supposed to be though. My body was aching a bit, and my eyes, they were burning.
"Well, our ice queen must need some ice for those lovely eyes too," Alice pondered, noticing my itching eyes. I wore my glasses just in case I don't attract any attention but Alice was sharp. She felt pretty miserable seeing them swollen red.
"What happened to them? Did you sleep without putting off your contacts again?"
She guessed right.
I let out a groan in frustration. That was new.
"Woah, you surely are acting weird today."
She squinted her eyes in suspicion as if I was some alien. Her pointed light brows jerked up in interest and surprise. She is considered to be a beautiful yet enchanting woman. Beautiful in a way of her simplicity and zero complexity, enchanting in a way of her mixing with everyone pretty easily.
Despite that, she chose a twisted company like mine. I was hard to get along, with and disinterested in socializing. In fact, Alice was the first person who ever tried to talk with me ignoring my aloof demeanor which everyone in the class quite hated.
After all, Alice was weird in a unique way and tried to befriend me even after getting ignored. I could be weirder, but she never knew when to stop.
Thus, the two of us ended up tagging along together in the same major, same lectures, and even on the same bench.
At first, I was annoyed and irritated. But gradually, I had to give in. I let myself off the hook because it was her, but I knew that she was that persistent being who made me sometimes forget about why I joined the University, to begin with.
"You are not worried about your position in the class, are you? Tell me you are not! I am barely passing here, and you are getting all the A+ all by yourself. Worrying is a crime for you to this extent," as usual, her blabber mouth went on about rubbish again.
"Stop caring about me and focus on your own grades, I am leaving," I got up, as I had some plans after the class. "Don't slack off and finish all your classes."
"What are you up to?" Alice pouted after my mention of classes, but still could not help asking about my plans.
"Jordan."
The reply was short yet descriptive enough for her to understand.
"Okay, okay, go on love birds," she replied. "What's so good about that flower boy chicken head," she muttered under her breath, but it was loud enough to reach my ears.
Jordan is not a chicken head, for other girls on campus. He has massive popularity for his face and polite nature. But the problem is, he is good to anyone. Alice hated this kind of person, but she hated the idea of my negligence even more. Truthfully, I did not care about all these small issues. They were pointless anyway.
Nothing really bothers me when I even dared to date someone on campus.
Yes, Jordan is my boyfriend. I am dating him for quite a long now. Longest of all the relationships I had.
Just as I stepped outside the classroom, I found Jordan standing in front of the office of Professor Jeen. He noticed me quite fast as I walked towards him.
Jordan is the teacher's assistant and is in his last year. He was quite handsome and had a little bit of soccer. As a boyfriend, he is perfect. But somehow people do not like us together which I pretend not to notice. There was too much difference from the outside, but still, I had my reason for dating him.
"Hey, how was the lecture?" his voice rangas tried to put an arm over my shoulder.
I moved one hand towards my neck to find my locket. I liked to twist it a lot, it was a habit of mine.
Jordan retreated his arm awkwardly I shifted a little from his reach. "You are not wearing that emerald locket of yours," he said, grazing my neck with his fingers.
I hate skin-ship. But I never told him that. But I could not focus on the fact that he touched me. Because my mind was elsewhere. I never take off my locket even when I shower or sleep. It was the impossible case for me to put it off by myself. Did I drop it somewhere?
"What happened, Rose? Why do you look pale?" Jordan sounded concerned.
"Nothing, I must have left it at home. I need to go," I replied shortly.
He looked surprised. We were supposed to go on a movie date, so he did have a reason to be shocked.
"You can find it later, right?" Jordan urged. The previous concern he had for me written over his face was long gone.
"No, that's very important to me," and I sounded urgent.
I did not really care about this movie date that much anyways. He was the one who wanted to give the movie date a shot.
Childish. Why am I even doing this?
At first glance, it may seem I was the cooperating one, but that really was not the case. He was hopeless after my decision.
"Not today. Finding this is more important," it really is.
"Are you really angry about the other night? Listen… I… I promised you that won't happen ever again," Jordan sounded rushed.
He was feeling guilty over the things he is not even responsible for. Low-key pathetic, though I was the one who made him this way.
"It's okay, happens," I plastered a fake smile over my lips and turned back to head home.
It should be there, right?
Come to think of it, I did not touch my locket for a long time though it was a habit of mine. I knew something was really wrong with me since the morning, but this is too much out of order. If I fail to find the locket, I will get in huge trouble.
I dashed towards the parking area to find my black Mercedes standing alone. It took me less than five minutes to reach my apartment as I was quite near my school campus. I felt like the elevator took more time than usual, though I knew it was just me thinking like that.
I was too careless. Now, regretting won't do any good.
I pushed the key inside the keyhole and twisted it to unlock it. My apartment was as usual, empty.
From the bedroom to the living room, it was nowhere to be found.
This is frustrating, absolutely frustrating.
I picked up my phone and dialed Alice's number.
"Alice, did you see the small locket I always wear on my neck this morning?" she did not get the time to say anything. Before that, I cut her off and threw the question.
There was a pause of two seconds.
"Umm… now I remember, I was not. That's why something felt different about today, though you did not wear a cut-shoulder dress," she replied.
I even checked in the car, it was not there. It's not the car, not the house, also I did not possibly lose it on campus, then where is it? Could it be….
My brows creased a bigger frown than before as I made another assumption.
"Don't tell me you lost it," Alice spoke again, after not hearing any response from this side.
"No, I did not. I will find it in no time," I sounded determined, or maybe I tried to. To be honest, I was worried. Because I never once lost it or put it off from the neck for years.
Where do I find it now?
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