The Sleeping Beauty
730 Words
Oct 12, 2017, 1:23 PM
Cafeteria
"Clayton!"
Only one person can shout my surname in the middle of the cafeteria with such rage. I didn't bother turning around. He came closer and stood right behind me. I don't how but I just know when he's around. It's the predator/prey sensory mechanism we both have come to develop over the years. "Oh, my darling Crooked Nose really can't stay away from me," I mocked him.
He spun my chair so I was facing him. He put both of his hands on the table behind me, so I was basically trapped. He glared at me. His nose was flaring. I looked straight into his eyes reciprocating the same fury.
We had a stare off for two minutes. His eyes were stormy gray like the sky just before the tsunami. His gaze was piercing and could've intimidated any girl.
Any other would be thinking about how beautiful his face was. How smooth the skin was and would be dying to touch it. Any other girl would've looked at his perfect lips and dreamt about them having on hers. Any other girl would've thought why I call him crooked nose when he has the perfect nose I've ever seen. Any other girl would've prayed to be this close to him where his heartbeat is actually drumming in my ears.
But this wasn't any other girl. This was me. And I knew better. So I stared back into his stormy eyes with my chocolate brown ones with immovable determination.
"Why would you do it?" He asked in a stone cold voice. "Why do you think?" I replied with the same coldness. "This is not a bloody competition. This is my life. And I thought you need professionalism," he raised his voice. "The same professionalism you laughed about when I told you to keep our feud aside and make the damn project," I snapped back. "You called this upon you Hardwick. Now if you don't mind," I pushed him away and left.
Now let me explain. I recited my speech to Hardwick. And the asshole he is, he laughed and told me to shoo away. He said he'll never put up with me and will find a way to get me out of the picture.
He might be the Torturer from Hell but I'm his boss. If he doesn't get to do it with me he doesn't get to do it at all.
Oct 11, 2017
Prof. Sanderson's Office
"Where is he?" Prof. Sanderson asked. He was exasperated. We've been waiting for two hours now. "I don't know. Maybe he forgot. Professor, you should've given the task to someone reliable. I know he's the brightest but what good it will do if he can't even show up for the overview," I sound irritated. "I think you're right. But, we don't have an option," he sounded concerned.
"Professor, let me do it alone. I assure you it will turn out to be better than the pairing. Didn't a great man once say, 'It is better to be alone than being with someone who pulls you down'?" I said confidently. "Let's start. We have waited enough. This is a matter of our college's pride and integrity. We cannot waste it on someone so irresponsible," Prof. Sanderson said with a straight face.
I showed him my work and he was impressed. I was doing it alone. At least, it's better than being with that bastard. I gave myself a smirk. He wanted to get me out. The poor crooked nose must be sleeping soundly in his locked room. Thanks to '36 hours sleep straight' sleeping pills I managed to get into his water bottle. It works slowly. He might have been feeling tired last evening. So he must have gone straight to his room and slept. Now he would wake up tomorrow morning and find how he's out of this project. Sleeping Beauty sure got his Beauty Sleep. Even if someone shows up at his apartment, it would be locked with the note on the door, 'Back by tomorrow afternoon'.
No call, no alarm will wake him up. And this was my master plan to get back at him. Call me a sadist but I gave him the option to join me. He turned it down. Now, he went down.
Now let's come to today. 4 hours from now.
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