I was jolted back to reality, when I heard him clear his throat. "Watch where you're going, Miss." He said, and began walking away.
"Um, first off, I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming and bumped into you, it really wasn't my intention," I said, hoping my apology soothes his ego.
"Whatever, Miss." he said nonchalantly, and walked away.
What?
I was dumbfounded. Was this the same Nicholas who had apologized to me the other day or was this someone else? I had thought earlier that we already settled our differences?
Oh, well...Since he wants to remain enemies, then I''ll show him how it's done.
"Nicholas Carson, suit yourself then!" I said sarcastically.
My eyes scanned the car park, and I saw Mike staring at me blankly. He had his arms folded across his chest, with a confusion written all over his face.
I knew he had no idea what was going on between me and Nicholas, and I wasn't ready to explain it anyway.
I motioned for him to come over, with a fake smile plastered on my face. He simply nodded, and walked towards me.
"You okay? What was that about?" He asked the moment he stood right next to me.
"Oh, that. That was nothing, just Nicholas being rude as usual. Ignore him, Mike." I said, while praying earnestly in my heart that he didn't ask any further questions.
"Are you good, though?" He asked again, while placing his hands on the back of my palms.
"Yes, I am. Don't worry about me, Mike." I said, while shooting him yet another fake smile.
I pulled his hands, and intertwined it with mine, while pulling him towards my car.
"Let me introduce you to my baby, my car!" I said, and he chuckled.
"Your baby is as cute as its owner." He said, winking at me.
Stop, stop, stop.
I was fighting the urge to smile at him, so I kept a straight face.
"Thank you, your compliments are well appreciated," I told him,and nervously wriggled my hands out of his.
"Oh, come on pretty! Just when I already got excited that you finally let me hold your hands," he said, pouting his lips like a child.
I had no idea what else to say, so I decided to ask something which was totally off the topic at hand.
Clearing my throat awkwardly, I asked, "Has Kylie called yet? She said she was going to be here in 30 minutes."
"I know you're only asking because I made you feel nervous," he teased.
I guess he knows everything, doesn't he?
"It's just a question asked out of curiosity, don't make a mountain out of a mole hill." I told him, plain blackly.
Yes, I lied.
"Well. No, she hasn't called. Happy now?"he asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Don't you have a class to attend this morning?" I asked.
Again, I was asking a question off the topic.
"Selena, you really do not have to shoo me away. Yes, I do have a class later today, why else would I be in school today? But right now, you are my priority, not my class." He said, smiling sweetly at me, as he brushed off a strand of hair from my face.
Again, I cleared my throat, while scratching the back of my head.
Very unnecessary.
Here I was, standing in the car park next to my car, with a boy whom I knew was very much a PLAYBOY.
"Why are you suddenly quiet?" he asked, as he stared at me with his beautiful almond eyes.
"I want to know what you really want, Mike." I said, matter of factly. I wasn't ready for jokes, or any messing around.
"What do I really want?" He asked, as he walked closer to me, I watched as he kept coming closer, closing the gap between us, so much so that I feared he'd make me fall.
He leaned in, so close that his breath fanned my face.
"I want you, Selena Williams." I heard him say, but I was already lost in him.
I pretended to not have heard him, and continued staring at him.
"Did you hear me, Selena? You wanted to know what I wanted right? Well, I want you," he said again, as he stroked my face gently.
Someone cleared her throat loudly behind Mike. "What is going on here!?"
For a moment I felt scared, thinking that was one of Mike's girlfriends.
"Please, it's not what it seems like. This is a misunderstanding, trust me." I said, and pushed him off myself, so I could see the other person clearly.
It was no other person but Kylie, Mike's younger sister, my friend.
"What then is it, Selena?" she asked laughing at my embarrassment. My face suddenly turned red, I was so embarrassed.
"Um, it's.."
Just as I was about explaining the entire scenario to Kylie, Mike cleared his throat.
He gently pulled me to himself, and wrapped his arms around me.
"What does it seem like it is, Kylie?" he asked her sarcastically.
"Uh, I don't know? You tell me" she said, placing her hands on her hips.
Mike pulled me closer to himself, making me cough out of nervousness.
"Selena and I are just getting to know each other better. It shouldn't be a concern to you, right?" He asked, arching his eyebrows again.
Kylie eyed the both of us suspiciously.
"Getting to know each other better, in a car park, just the two of you...I sure would have misunderstood!"
"Kylie, don't get so worked up. Selena and I had just a little conversation, that's all. Right, Selena?" Mike asked, as he shifted his gaze to me.
Clearing my throat, I answered, "Uh, yes. Kylie, it's not really a big deal, okay?"
"Okay! If you say so. Come on, we've got class right now." Kylie said to me, as she pulled me out of Mike's hold.
"Have a good day Pretty, I'd see you later today." Mike said, as he blew me a kiss.
This made me giggle like a high school girl, who had met with her crush for the first time.
"Girl, what was that?" Kylie asked, the moment we arrived at our department building.
"What was what? Nothing!" I replied, feigning ignorance.
Then I walked away from her, briskly.
"Oh, really. Nothing?" Kylie asked again, while walking in haste to catch up with me.
Just when I was about replying her again, I sighted blondie and her boyfriend, Nicholas from afar off.
They both were sophomores, in the same department of English language and Literature. I watched as the blondie threw her head back in laughter, while Nicholas whispered sweet nonsense in her ears.
This made me to roll my eyes, and hiss loudly. Kylie stared at me in confusion, the exact same expression Mike had on his face earlier this morning.
"What?" I asked Kylie, and she stared at me even more. I knew she was dying to know what happened between Nicholas and I again, because it was only yesterday we 'made up'.
So I took a deep breath, and explained everything that occurred earlier this morning, as we walked down to class.
"Girl, I knew it. Nicholas only made up with you, and apologized just to save his face. That man loved his image so much, that he'd do literally anything to protect it" Kylie said, nodding her head like she had discovered a huge secret.
"I had thought so too. Based on my few encounters with him, I know him to be a rude jerk, who didn't know the word 'sorry' existed.
Yesterday when he apologized, there were so many people standing nearby. So he did that so they'd see him as someone so humble who would do anything to rewrite his wrongs. Damn girl!" I said to Kylie.
It all made sense now.
"Selena, it doesn't matter anyway. Just ignore him like he doesn't exist." Kylie advised, and I only nodded.
We walked into class. It was exactly ten minutes since the lecture commenced. The course we had for today, was Wordsworth's Poetry, with a course code of ENGL 10142.
The lecturer came in few minutes after we had settled down, and began the class.
It was a male lecturer who handled the course, and I could say it was the least comprehensive courses we had been taught so far.
The course focused on the style, genre and form of Williams Wordsworth's Poetry. His poetic explorations of childhood, memory, autobiography, and political revolution. The poems on which this course was focused on, were poems written between 1650-1830.
The class abruptly came to an end, when the lecturer suddenly informed us that we'd have to meet up with senior colleagues, for our projects. So the idea was that, we'd have to write a poetic research and critique on Williams Wordsworth's poetry.
Afterwards, we were to reach out to a senior colleague assigned to us for their reviews before submitting them to the lecturer.
But that wasn't the the issue.
The lecturer before he exited the lecture hall, pasted the list of each individuals, and the senior colleagues they were assigned to.
Hurriedly, Kylie and I went ahead to check our names, and who we were assigned to.
When Kylie checked hers, she saw a name of a senior colleague, whom she knew absolutely nothing about.
So she figured it'd be best to go ask about the person, and discuss what day would be suitable for his reviews on her work.
When I checked mine, my fingers traced the name of the person I was assigned to.
It read: 'Nicholas Carson'.
Kylie looked at me, and back at the paper on the wall. The look on her face, to me meant, "Selena, you're done for!".
And indeed, I was done for.