Chương 24: PICKING HER UP FOR SCHOOL II
Emma ran to the bathroom with her white thick towel all wrapped around her, after her call with Clem. Muttering curses to herself, she switched on the shower and let it run for a while before stepping under it.
'How could I have forgotten what today was?' she muttered to herself, as she layered shampoo on her hair. She really needed to do something about her love for sleep. Perhaps she would ask Melvina, she thought, then wondered why she thought of Melvina first when she needed help. For fudges sake, I just met her two days ago. She mused.
As she shampooed and scrubbed herself softly but fast, she reminisced on how her life had changed rapidly in less than a week already. She was no longer under the care if her parents at seventeen, which was weird even for her. Amelia was 19, two years older her but was still pampered.
'Well I have to make the most of it.' Emma muttered to herself. 'I will have to make new friends too'. She thought, remembering Melvina and the guys that had turned her dilapidated house into a palace.
Staring at the mirror while toweling herself, she promised to get Melvina a gift, then take the guys out with her first pay from her new work. Although it wasn't much, it would at least get them fries. 'That should start up a good friendship.' She muttered.
Actually, Emma was excited about her new work, more than she was excited about school. The work would be her first work ever, her first own money too. All through her life, she had been left with no choice but to rely on her father for money. He didn't let them work too. He had said, not until they started living on their own, perhaps in college.
Once she and Amelia had applied as waitresses in a dinner restaurant; they had wanted to foot the bill of their last prom night party themselves. Although they were two years apart, they had been in the same class, owing more to her magnetic genius brain. She had skipped some classes, even advanced maths. The principal had managed to convince her father that it wasn't worth it, stalling her time since she already knew her way around books.
Her father hadn't been happy about it when he found out that they had been working at a restaurant; a dinner one at that. He had come that evening to dine with his business partner, when he saw Amelia swatting the hands of an older man who had wanted to touch her. He had gone livid in anger.
Standing up, he had strolled over to the table, his business meeting forgotten entirely as he bestowed a blow on the man who he had seen harassing his daughter. The blow earned gasps from the other diners and left a cut on the man's lips.
Amelia and she, after watching the scene had taken off their work clothes and fled home; knowing fully well how hot their father's temper could be. He had threatened fire and brimstone on them when he came home that night and grounded them for a week. Since then, she had sworn off work with her sister.
"But he just threw me down here without any living expenses.." Emma grumbled, hanging the towel on its rack and stepping into her room.
'.. so that means he wanted me to work and fend for myself. Well it didn't go against his promise, I'm living alone now.' She carped, taking out her underwear from her drawer and putting them on.
Well she will work then. She thought. It mustn't be that hard as her father had said it would be. At least getting dinner for the guys and a gift for Melvina was enough motivation to do it.
Emma thought of the guys as she wore the clothes which had brought out earlier. Actually, she was thinking of Derek. He was totally hot, but swinged moods like a woman. She still remembered the look on his face when he had seen her chatting happily with Clem. She wondered whether she would see him again, perhaps in college.
'Missing him already?' Her mind taunted her. No! she screamed more to herself, bobbling her head in negative. The guy was really a jerk. She preferred Clem to him. Clem was very thoughtful and nice. She was totally comfortable around him.
Humming a western blues, she finally put on a white snaggy polo over the ripped jeans she had worn earlier. She completed her dressing with her favourite chunky boots. It had been a gift from Amelia on her last birthday. Her sister had always known what she liked.
She took her back pack, making sure her purse was in it. She needed the money in it for breakfast. The oatmeal in the refrigerator would have to wait later, time was already against her. She had to be in school.
Walking out to her front porch, after turning off the lights in each section of the house, Emma found Clem waiting already for her by a blue mustang.
"Wow" She shouted, as she saw the car. It was the latest model. He must be really rich. She thought as she stared at her new friend that flexed a biker jacket.
"Come on Emma, let's go. We are already behind time." He said, entering the car and roaring the engine back to life.
Emma turned back hastily and locked her door, before rushing over to the car. She trailed her fingers over the blue sparkling beauty, and sighed in content. She also had a weakness to cars.
"Get in Emma, it's just a mustang." Clem said, smiling at the look on the human's face. He was happy that his car had this much effect on her. He scored himself two points.
She whistled, and got into the car. They drove off at a great speed, trying to beat time at its game.
When they got to the campus, Emma had to admit that her sister was right. The school was bloodugeringly beautiful. She thought, an awestruck look on her face.
Clem took her to the rector's office, and during the meeting ,she discovered that her father had already taken care of her whole admission process. So she just took some pamphlets and her class plan and walked off with Clem.
He showed her, her department. She would be majoring in Political science. He also walked her to her class. Emma could hear voices as they stood by the door, the lecturer was already teaching.
"Just go in. He wouldn't say much about you. We're in college now, not high school." Clem said, referring to the lecturer. "I will be going now; I have classes." He said, staring down at her. Like an after thought, he pecked her on the cheek, and walked off to his department. He was studying architecture.
Emma didn't want to read meaning into Clem's kiss, she had a bigger problem at hand. She thought as she stared at the door; her hands twerking in nervousness. She had to go into the class, alone. She wished she had come earlier; then she would have gone in together with her course mates. It wouldn't be as scary as it was now.
Finally, after some minutes had passed, She took a deep breath, in and out for the last time, and opened the door.
Chương 25: MEETING HIM IN CLASS
Derek was nonplussed as he saw Emma walk into the class. He shut his eyes for a second, and opened them again; she was actually the one.
"What is the little witch doing here?" He muttered to himself, still looking at her. "Was this fate playing with him?"
The lecturer had stopped teaching when she had stepped into the class, with her head high. Her dress sense, though simple, was attention grabbing enough; the low waist ripped jeans gripped her ass firmly. He could see that the guys in the class were gawking at her already. He gritted his teeth at the sight; They were gawking at his mate.
"I thought you concluded that you will reject her." He heard his wolf say.
"No, I won't." He replied back. He couldn't even bare other guys staring at her. What happens then when another guy finally has her?
"You would kill him." Maru said.
And for once Derek didn't argue with his wolf. His wolf was right. He might kill any guy who touches Emma apart from him; His best friend not exempted.
As he still watched her, he saw her turn after her short discussion with the lecturer, to shriek in surprise as her line of vision collided with his. He couldn't deny that the look on her face gave him no small joy as she walked towards him, staring at him; still surprised.
He watched her take the next seat to him, and he purred in happiness. He was very happy that he had told the girl which had sat next to him earlier, to scoot away, as she kept fawning over him and saying irrelevant things.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, as she sat down.
"Are you dumb? I'm obviously a student here." He retorted, placing his hand on the history book which laid idly on his desk.
"You studying political science??" Emma inquired, her insides mushing at the thought of spending her college days with him. She had almost blanked out when she had seen him looking all handsome and regal as she stepped into the classroom few minutes ago.
"I'm majoring in public administration. We just seem to offer this course code together." He replied, hitting his ball pen steadily on his desk.
"Oh, okay." She replied, turning her head to face the lecturer who was going on and on about the history of a nation that she was not really interested about. 'What am I going to do with it?' She thought.
Trying so hard to ignore the glances that were coming steadily from Derek, Emma buried her eyes on the short pot bellied lecturer who had been taking them on the history of Russia for over an hour now.
'Was he trying to bore holes on her face with his eyes?' She thought, as she turned away from the lecturer for a second to catch a glimpse of him. He was still staring unabashedly, not even blinking or removing his gaze as she caught him staring. Although she was happy to have caught his attention, she didn't want the look on his face. It was possessive. She didn't do possessive.
"…sent spies to the United States through five year olds. Anybody with an idea on how they were able to do it?" The lecturer asked, interrupting Emma's thoughts.
No hands were raised.
Emma scoffed. Like seriously, no one could answer the question? She thought. 'Where did they all go to for their high school?'
She turned to Derek; he was still staring. 'Oh God' she muttered, only to see him smirk. 'what's wrong with this guy?' she asked herself in low tones.
"Anybody..??" The lecturer asked, his tone rising up a bit.
Emma decided finally to answer the question, and end the grave silence in the classroom ; but a petite brunette beat her to it.
"It happened during the cold war. Russia which was part of the USSR, arranged some kids which gifted a portrait to the Secretary General of the United States. They collected it and placed it in his office. It took them seven years before they could discover that the portrait contained a monitoring chip which had recorded all their dealings in the office all through those years.." The beautiful brunette concluded, still seating.
"Correct.!" The lecturer shrilled, happiness brimming in his eyes. "What's your name?" He asked the brunette, who Emma could see was also bored in the class. 'A kindred.' She thought and smiled.
"Ava." The brunette said jadedly. "Ava Brighton."
"Ava.." Emma tasted the name on her lips. She liked her already. She would meet her later too. It wasn't a bad idea to have a female friend around your age in the county.
"Okay Ava.. You will be my personal assistant in class from now." The lecturer said, earning a grunt from the brunette. He took his books from the desk in front of him, and left the class; but not before dropping an assignment for them.
"Read extensively on the cold war, and summit a summary on it, of not less than 1000 words, to Ava next tomorrow." He said, while walking out.
This brought grunts and groveling from the students who saw it as an act of punishment, moreso, wickedness.
Emma had no problem with it though. She knew she could round up with it today. Bringing out her class plan, she discovered that she didn't have any other course today, except the orientation that was scheduled for the new students at 12pm.
While she considered whether it was worth it or not, she heard Derek talking to someone.
"..sure. I will be around." The voice which Emma knew was feminine replied back to whatever Derek had asked.
She turned, out of curiosity she told herself, to see that the girl was no other person than Ava.
"Okay then, see you later." Derek said, as the girl nodded and walked away not sparing her even a glance.
"Who is she?" Emma asked, before she could stop herself. She bit her lips at her blunt action. 'Now he would think that I'm jealous.' She thought.
Derek smirked as he heard his little witch question. He decided to play with her .
"Jealous are we?" He asked, taunting her.
"You wish.." Emma muttered and scoffed. Taking up her back pack, she stood up, her mind already made up; she was going to the coffee shop to start her work shift. The orientation could wait.
"Hey, where are you going to…?" Derek was saying, when two girls snagged his hands, clinging to him.
Emma already knew what was coming next. It seems the college life isn't much different from high school; perhaps an upgraded version of it. She thought.
"Can we have your contact?" The duo said, battling their eyelashes at Derek
She scoffed again, and had taken her bag to walk out of the scene that seemed to make her extra annoyed for no reason she could explain, when her phone rang.
"Hello.." She said, turning to see that Derek had stopped talking with the girls, two more had even joined the party. He was staring at her.
"Emma." The voice said.
Emma smiled, it was Clem.
"Hey Clem, I was about calling now. Are you done with class?" She asked, walking towards the entrance of her class.
"Yes. Should I come and pick you?" He asked over the phone.
"Yes.." Emma said, as she strolled out of the class, not taking a backward glance at Derek and his minions for once.
If she had, she would have seen the strong look of hurt and anger on his face.
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