My Bad Guy

6. Explain and Follow

Sophia's POV

Jerk, Arrogant, Bastard, Rascal, Motherfucker. He told me...heck, he ordered me to come at SHARP NINE, and here he himself is late. I was fuming in anger. 

I still remembered his last words, 'Sharp at nine.' And here I was present at time but that bastard was late. I came here to say that I am not going to be his nanny (cause he was acting like a child). I was not going to fulfill his silly demands. Who knows what he will say?

I was waiting for past ten minutes and Mr. Jerk was no where to be seen. "I better leave before watching his ugly face." I murmur to myself and started to walk away. If he wanna see me, he himself should be on time. Arrogant Jerk!

I was thinking maybe he has some problem regarding his mental health. I have never seen him in the college. Well, that's probably because I am in commerce section and he is in science. That explains. But even if I have never seen him, was that a way of behaving with a stranger. He literally slammed me in the wall. 

My back was hurting so much when I went home. "I will not let that go so easily. He has to pay for what he did." I had been planning my revenge from him. There must be something I can do to make that jerk pay. 

I was so deep in my thought process that I bumped into someone and I fell on the ground. "Can't you walk properly." I yelled without looking at the person. It was my big mistake cause the person I bumped with was the most dangerous professor of our college.

Mr. Richard Frank.

Professor of engineering department. Head of Mechanical Engineering. I gulped nervously as I stood up. "I am so--so-rrry Sir." I didn't know why I was stuttering but the look Mr. Richard carried on his face was enough for me to piss in my pants. 

"Which Class?" He asked in his cold voice. The temperature of his voice was so cold that I was getting a feeling of being in North Pole. I suddenly forgot everything, my name, my roll number, my class, my home,  my birthday, my first break up, my pet name....oh s**t, I don't have a pet. 

Maybe I am married? Oh s**t again, I don't have a husband either.

I was deep in my thoughts when Mr. Richard clears his throat. I looked at him and he raised his eyebrows. I did the same without realizing it. He narrowed his eyes and I again repeat his process. I was literally copying him but without my knowledge. It was like my conscious have left me and I was a robot for that moment.

"What are you doing?" I heard his voice and that's when my sleeping brain woke up again. "Sir, actually I, Sir I was waiting for my brai- no I was, I was... waiting for Professor, yes Sir, I was waiting for Professor." I said controlling my breaths.

"Which Professor? As for I remember, I haven't seen you in any class." He was questioning me and all I wanted to do is run. It's not that he is jerk or dangerous, it's just that he is very strict, very hot and very intimidating.

"Yes Sir, I am from Commerce department."

"Then from which Professor who have to meet?" 

Oh s**t! what should I say now? I was at lost of my words. For once I wanted to tell him everything so that that i***t jerk would not disturb me again. 

"I called her Sir to have a meeting with you." I heard the jerk's voice coming from my back. I turned to see him and when I saw him I felt relief. Don't know why, but I just felt relief. He came near us and greeted the Professor.

"Rick, do you know her?" The Professor asked the jerk and the jerk looked at me like he would have eaten me then and there. Without frying. I raised my eyebrows at him and he looked away.

"Yes Sir, I know her. Her name is Sophia." Huh? Is that you call knowing someone. 

He only knew my name and nothing else. I wanted to say those words out loud but I remain silent. 

"Sir, I'll handle the situation from here. Thank you Sir." He said in a respectable tone. I looked at him in shock. How he knows to  respect someone? Who have taught him that?

"Is she your girlfriend?" When the Professor asked this, my jaw fell on the fell. Yes, just like in Tom and Jerry. The jerk looked at me and I looked at him and our mouth left the same words together,

"Eeewwww."

We both are again looking at each other. I stopped looking at him when I heard Professor Richard laughing. He is sweet. Why other students say he is dangerous. I like him.

"Carry on." Mr. Richard said those words to us and left. I looked up to Jerk and raised my eyebrows. I want an answer. How can he eewww about me? Have he seen his face? Looks like a rotten egg.

"What? I told you to meet me at sharp nine. Why were you late?" There we go again. I balled my fist in anger. This jerk is so arrogant.

"Excuse me, I am never late and today I came on time. In fact, you were late Mr. Professor Rick. You called me to meet at 9 and you yourself are coming 9:15 a.m. So explain?" I said in a firm voice as he glares at me.

"Explain what?" 

"Explain me, why are you late?" He looked at me like he couldn't decipher what I said. I was talking very easily yet his facial expression was like I was talking some gibberish. I then decided to ask him in sign language.

I made a hand posture of asking like, why. Then I pointed my index finger at him and at last at my wrist watch. He clenched his jaws and hold me from my shoulder as he again slammed me in the wall. Again. Now I'm sure, he is wall fetish.

"I am not deaf or dumb, alright. I understand language and I understood what you said, understand?" I was looking at him with frown on head. One minute ago, his expression were like he couldn't understand what I said and the other minute, he was I am intelligent, understand.

"Then why were you making that weird face?" I enquired him because I didn't like his reaction. Not then, not now.

"It's my choice." What the f**k? Since when making weird faces became choice? Perhaps the day he is born. 

"And you are in no position to ask me anything. Follow me." He said those words and walked away. Follow him, I don't even follow trends. How he thought I would follow him.

But I did, cause for that time, I had no choice. "I will not follow you, you will escort me." I uttered those words to myself as I let him escort me. That was nice feeling. 

As I started to walk, I saw him standing and looking at me. He had balled his fists and was glaring at me. What did I do?

"What did you say?" 

Crap, how he heard that?