No longer

Not Interesting

I managed to take my seat on time, but then the person sitting next to me asked for a pen. When I turned to my left, it was Dmore again. Why did it have to be him?

“Dmore.. You again? ”

‘‘Why can't I be here?" he asked.

‘‘I didn't mean that. You can have this pen,"

I replied.

During the lecture, he asked me,

"Why do you like chocolates?"

"Because it's sweet," I said.

"Can't you be sweet like what you like?"

"Is that just your opinion? It sounded like garbage to me," I retorted.

"Oh, you are..." he began to say before I interrupted.

"Shut up before I freeze your tongue and smash it."

"You haven't tasted my tongue yet," he replied.

"Pretty sure it'd be disgusting," I shot back.

"But you seem eager to try them, always talking about them." He is being extra.. extra.. extra delusional.

I swapped seats with the girl sitting to my right, and she appeared very pleased. Finally, this class ended and in the next class, I saw him again, and this continued until the final class.

As my class finally came to an end today, the professor bid us farewell with a warm

"Enjoy your weekends,"

which filled me with excitement and anticipation for the days ahead. I was thrilled at the prospect of the weekend, as I had a lot planned, including a visit to a strawberry farm to take advantage of the season's bounty and enjoy the fresh produce.On the way home,

Becca stopped me and said, "Quit being rude to everyone, including me."

I responded, "What's your problem when I'm just being myself?"

She replied, "Relax, Reky. I stopped to invite you to dinner tomorrow night."

I told her, "I already have plans on Saturday nights." She pleaded, "Can't you make time for me?"

I asked, "At what time?"

She said, "It's at 8 PM, my boyfriend and his friends will be there. Dress cute."

"Dressing cute, my foot. I'll be here for the food. ."

"Hey, do answer my calls sometimes."

"Sure, when my phone is with me." Then I realized my phone wasn't with me.

"Becca, I left my phone inside. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, love."

"Okay, Rek. Love you." I rushed inside when I saw Dmore resting his head on the desk in the empty classroom.

I grabbed at my phone, which was lying next to him. As soon as I picked it up, he woke up and said,

"I had no idea where to find you, so I was waiting for you.“ Absolute gentleman.

"It's not of much importance to me, but thank you," I replied.

"Did your class end?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Let me give you a ride.“ Just this once, because I don't want to wait for the bus.

"Okay, now wake up," I said, he stretched his arms with a bright smile.

He opened the door for me as if I were a princess and said,

"My majesty, please take a seat.'' He's so cheesy. I jokingly asked him,

"Why do you want me to sit in your car so much?'' He replied,

''I like the smell of yours.''

I retorted, ''Aren't you rich? I'll send you the name of the perfume, go buy it if you like it.''

He laughed so hard and said, ''Geez, sometimes let me be romantic.''

He dropped me off and casually mentioned,

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow,"

before driving off in the wrong direction. He quickly reversed his car, and we both burst into laughter. I teasingly called him a

"hopeless romancer" as we said our goodbyes.

He responded with a sweet "Goodnight Princess" before driving away.

Thanks to him, I arrived home a bit earlier. Upon entering my apartment, I noticed a bag hanging on my door. Out of curiosity, I opened it and discovered a cookie box with a letter inside. The letter read, "My last gift—Mrs. Ancelot." It dawned on me that I had been mispronouncing her name for the past few years, yet she never complained. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I wiped them away and enjoyed the evening, munching the cookies because they were my favorites, flavoured with Strawberries.