I shuffled through the emptying crowd of students and walked straight towards my professor. "Here you go, Mr.Lambert."
He looked up and reached his toned arm to meet my assignment. My breath hitched. He looked at me reassuringly and I let him take the paper from my grasp.
"Thank-you, Vera," he smiled at me.
I couldn't help but smile back. "Well...See you later, Mr.Lambert. Have a nice day!"
While loosening his tie, he watched me quizzically walking towards my desk and he said, "Likewise, Vera." He's always worn corny and funky-looking ties. That's what made Mr.Lambert....well, Mr.Lambert. He was, I think, 32 years old and very good looking.
I grabbed my book bag and escorted myself out with a last wave of goodbye.
The brightness of the sun instantly shocked my eyes closed. My earthy blue eyes have always been sensitive to light. As my eyes finally became accustomed to the light, the image of our campus's courtyard appeared. It was fillled with gigantic, arching trees that intertwined with each other so elegantly, accompanied by the green grass that gladly carpeted the trees beauty. Benches were scatterted throughout the courtyard and each one was accompanied either by a person reading or talking casually with their collegues.
I took a deep breath in, admiring our campus's nature. Since Mr.Lambert was my last class, I continued walking home.
I was passing the school's bookstore when I felt I was being followed. I turned sharply and found Bruce walking towards me. I sighed in disgust. I turned and kept walking, but unfortunately not fast enough. He blocked me by standing in front of me. I tried continuing but he blocked me once more. I looked up to see him grinning. His brown eyes complemented with the same color of hair. He had rough features that made you think twice about talking to him. He was beautiul, but the beautiful you second guess.
He brought me to an embrace and I shrugged him off. He glared at me with bitter self-pitty. "I'm gonna' walk you home."
"Whatever, Bruce. Just don't bother me." I glared at him until he removed himself from my front view. I continued walking the direction I was previously going in, followed by the tail of my dress.
He soon joined me by my side. I huffed hoping he'd just leave. He heard and laughed.
"I'm home now. You can go away," I fiddled to find my key in my floral book bag. I walked up the porch of the apartment, but stopped realizing he hasn't moved. Shit....
I turned to face him. "What?!" I said getting a little aggitated.
His adam's apple slipped up and down, like if he was choking on something he wanted to say. He bowed his head down. I gave in.
"Are you okay, Bruce?" I asked with simpithy and placed my open palms on his shoulders and caressed them.
He lifted his head smiling ear to ear. "Fuck. You." I roughly slipped my hands off of him and slightly pushed him. I walked towards the blue door standing in front of me.
Before I could go any further away from Bruce, he grabbed my arm and jerked me backwards so that I fell with a thud to his chest.
"Let me go!" I croaked as I straightened my body out from his grasp.
He held tighter and nuzzled his face to the crook of my neck. I struggled under him. He nibbled at my neck and whispered, "Come on, Vera! Invite me inside, won't you?" I winced at the fact of what he was trying to do.
"No! Let me go, asshole!" I squirmed in his grasp. I tried elbowing him but I couldn't. Then I heard a thud....
I realized I wasn't in his tight grip anymore so I turned around to see what happened.
Morgan was standing next to Bruce's groaning body on the ground, trying to stablize her breathing. She held her heel in her hand. I guess she hit him in the back with her red stiletto.
When Morgan's mad, an accent will come out of her. Whether it's british or country, when she uses an accent, you know she's mad.
And, in her southern country accent, Morgan threatened Bruce. "Now Bruce! I've told you to stay away from my baby! I see you on my property and as so much as 100 feet from Vera, I will cut you the fucking up!" Morgan spit at him and put her shoe back on.
"Now get the fuck out of my face, pendejo!" I forgot to mention, Morgan is bilingual. English and Spanish by heart.
Bruce struggled to get to his feet and ended up skidding on the grass to stablize himself.
Morgan grabbed my arm aggresively and pushed me through the door before she slammed it shut, making sure she locked it.