STRANGEPOX

Late

SUNDAY, 20 MAY 2018

TERENGGANU, MALAYSIA

A fast walking pace starts at 15 minutes per mile. Walkers who aren't race walkers can walk as fast as 11 minutes per mile and with proper training, 10 minutes per mile is achievable. In spite of that, Olympic race walkers still beat those speed records as they can walk as fast as 6 minutes per mile. However, with my current walking pace in this absolute moment, I be easily ditching those athletes 20 miles back. Why? It is because I am late to a class of the most vicious professor I had ever known in my 20 years of life.

"I'm f*****g dead right now." I muttered curse word in a sea of people. Without giving any care about what people could be thinking of either my appearance or my speech, I glanced over my watch to have myself updated with the time as I walk in a much faster speed than humans ever achieved in their lifetime. With time running short, all I could ever reach for my attire on that day are shirt and jeans, together with chiffon shawl for headscarf.

"How dare that b***h didn't wake me up!" I shouted, furiously, at the same school of people, again. With my face showed a sign of hostility and wrath, my shoelace on the right side has decided to protest against my brusque manner. Kneeling down, I put the heavy and bulky textbooks filled with infinite knowledge of the universe on the rocky pathway, in adjacent to myself. However, just in the right time I am about to pick those books from the ground, someone's foot has decided to play football out of them.

"Oh my goodness, how foolish I am to not see things as big as those." A tall, muscular man spoke up with a British accent or some sort. At once, he knelt down on the street to offer his help on repacking my notes back into their files but little did he know that I absolutely hate people touching my stuff. Diagnosed with OCD, I loved to have full control over the arrangement of my possession. So, having that guy scattering my things is a big no-no.

"I'm terribly sorry for the trouble I've caused you." He stood on his stance after seeing things have been organised in their order by me, myself. I took a peek on him, while trying to ease my burning fire of rage inside. You could say I am impressed with his visual. He could easily be a teenage heartthrob here. Asians basically worship Europeans, you know?

"Worry not, mate. No immense damage here. Vexation happens when you late to a class." I sighed with an intense look on my face. Stressed? You could say that. The class that I missed today is a prominent engineering subject for my course. It is a prerequisite for another three subjects in the upcoming semester. You miss one class might as well means you miss the whole class, an interpretation of how tough the subject is.

"I saw a copy of your transcript which shows you achieved a CGPA of 3.98 and I'm pretty confident you're a bright student. So, why worry over a class in which you can catch up in a matter of hours?" I looked at him, perplexed. Wow, he has the courage to peep on other's belongings. How chivalry is dead. Annoyed, I rolled my eyes and groaned heavily.

"Please restrain yourself from being another addition to my fan base. I have enough s**t to deal with, everyday." I smirked and immediately turned my back on him without hearing his reply. I have dreadful hours today and he would not be another one I have to handle. Without any further delay, I proceed walking on the usual route I used to go to Dr Zamri's class.

"Well, I apologize if you're piqued with my attitude." I am not giving any s**t.

"Girl, I'm sorry if I irk you." Not today, boy. NOT TODAY.

"Hey, wait up." Stop following me!