PoV Gloria
"No, I am not going to go out with you," I told another young man from school who shot his shot toward me. He was in some of my law classes and did not have the arrogance issue most others had. Yes, we were at Harvard, but a lot of these students got in through Daddy's money.
I would most likely have to say the same if Daddy did not stomp down hard on that. Daddy wanted me to learn and achieve what I could on my own, or ask if I could not on my own. After he picked me for such a mundane reason, I would never let him lose out.
So I worked on it, and my essay for the application spoke on how poverty begets more poverty and how rising above it takes more than just opportunity. It was an essay that spoke from the view of someone who had only won the lottery, and apparently, that was good enough for normal entry.
Now, before this attractive yet muscular man, I could not help but wish I had gone to a less pretentious place. Harvard had many who worked their way here as hard as they could, but I was starting to notice something. Many who approached women were those who did not earn it themselves. They had the money and resources to purchase their way in through alumni and 'donations, ' something Daddy spoke about at one time, and I took it to heart.
Graduating from here would give me connections, lots of them, and the Harvard Graduate title had weight to it that even common people understood. But it was not education that was most important; it was those connections, as many alumni were more inclined to work with others from the same school.
In the world of business, that was lifeblood. That simple in was something that had to be earned through work in classes. And so I found myself listening to Daddy. A self-made man, whose methods I still did not quite understand, was how he made so much money. I knew it was through stocks and businesses, but now, he stayed at home with Victoria and his cook and massage therapist.
"No," I said again to the young man who looked exasperated as I felt dealing with him. I had not even listened to him at this point after he asked me out to dinner to get a closer friendship. I understood shooting your shot, but when a woman says no, it is a complete sentence.
Sure, maybe if I were saying it Coyly or something, then you can read into it. But I was being blunt. "How about coming to the Zeta Party this weekend with me?" The young man said, and I almost died rolling my eyes so hard.
"Hmm, let me think, go to dinner, which I have rejected, or go to a party with a bunch of people that will be underage drinking and potentially ruining my career in the future," I mocked him, putting a finger to my lips and pursing them and then glared at him, "I am going to go with, NO. I don't know you, I don't trust you, and now, I don't want to talk to you," I bluntly said, my anger growing, "Maybe if you tried to be my friend and not get me fucking drunk, we could have been friends, and we would have gone from there. But now," I gave him a look, and I noticed him finally understanding, "I think you are a creep and don't understand the word no."
"Wow, you could have just said no and not been a bitch about it," the young man replied, trying to turn away, but I stopped him by grabbing his shoulder, to his surprise.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa there," I said, stopping him. "You don't get to say that then walk away, asshole," I sneered, glaring at him. "I told you No, FIVE times," I emphasized with my hand, "FIVE times, I told you no to dinner, and then you offer a party where I finally broke. If you had given NO as a fucking answer, I wouldn't have to be a bitch about it. But you are too much of an asshole to understand NO, so I DID have to be a fucking bitch about it. Now, try again." I paused, and I let the guy shrug my hand off his shoulder.
The young man looked around, and I remembered that we had just been in a class where the man had asked me, and I realized we were not alone. A couple of men were now chuckling, and I could see the girls taking a picture of the young man, and he flushed. Although I did not know the exact reason for those pictures. I was sure that the man before me ruined his chances with any of the other young women in this classroom. "Fine," The young man retreated without another word, and I sighed.
"Alright, show over," I called out. All the other students grumbled as they departed, and I grabbed my things and headed out with them. I started to walk down the hallway towards the dorm. I looked down and tucked my hair behind my ear as I thought about the paper that we were just assigned in law class. I still had to pick a law and write a paper on my understanding of the law and the various effects of it.
Daddy told me learning to write papers would be extremely useful, and he was right. I learned and started to excel in both reading and writing papers before I finished high school, and even enjoyed it a little.
Well-written ones, not those horrible ones I have seen from so many students I am surrounded by. I grew to understand that the education system also drained the teachers quickly with some of the quality they must see.
My mind was spinning about what Law I should pick for the paper as I walked back, when I found myself stopped. "Hey, Gloria, do you have a moment?" A young man asked with a bright smile, but I could see nervousness. And my stomach dropped as I saw his face.
Shit, he was in my class and a good group partner. Not as arrogant as others, but he was working his best to stay here, unlike most others. Which made him not a waste of a group partner.
"Sure, what is it?" I asked my voice seriously, but remained in the busy hallways, and he looked around, and I wondered if he got the message that asking me now was not a good idea.
"Would you like to go out to dinner with me, you know, as a date?" He asked, and I closed my eyes.
Why, just why cannot people go to school to learn instead of dating?
I had better things to be thinking about!
Also, I want to get back to my dorm, finish my paper, then log into Grand Adventure Online. My quest awaits! I want to level up. I am so close, and this quest would push me past the level.
"Look, I am not looking for a relationship at this time," I told him, "At this point, it is a no, okay, there are other women around who are looking, so try your shot with them," I bluntly said, and the young man looked downcast and then looked up at me with hope.
"I will wait for you," He said, and I shook my head.
"Please dont, I do not know when I will be interested and you deserve better than that, Dont wait for me, and do as you want," I told him and stepped past him, "I need to get a paper done," I finished not letting him continue.
I am not a fucking romantic comedy or something. I heard him call out to me, but I ignored it. I did not mind shooting your shot. BUT SERIOUSLY NO MEANS FUCKING NO! If I am rude, they get mad and call me a bitch, if I am nice, they think they still have a shot. How do you reject someone without issues?
My mind whirled, and I reached the dorms only for another young man to stop me. Another muscular man who would get most women to swoon for them. Then he asked, "Hey, Gloria, you interested in going to dinner with me tonight, maybe my place afterwards for some Netflix and chill?"
I closed my eyes, patience at a bare zero, and replied, "Nope, not fucking interested, fuck off."
I tried to step past him, and he sneered, "Wow, what a bitch, I-"
I froze in my step and turned around and glared at him as he was about to continue. "Go Netflix and chill with your fucking hand, asshole. If you want to be a fucking blunt prick looking for sex. Go purchase it with Daddy's money, I am sure he has enough money to fill that asshole of yours. Leave me the fuck out of it. Go find someone interested," I snapped and turned back around and sighed, knowing that I should have just let the insult roll off.
I walked to the elevator, my room being on the top floor, and I was not about to go up the stairs after everything. I stepped in and found myself with another young man. "Hey Gloria, you interested in getting Dinner sometime?" He asked as I finished hitting the button, and I slowly turned to him. "Maybe Netflix and chill afterward?"
The young man was smiling, but I felt my rage hit a peak.
Daddy, are you sure I need connections like these?
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