My Bad Guy

2. I do What I Want.

Sophia's POV.

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Bang.

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I abruptly woke up and found that I broke the alarm clock. Damn it, its my ninth alarm clock that I broke. I fell back on bed getting the view of broken alarm clock. Why even I set alarms when I am not gonna wake up?

I asked myself and my inner voice replied, 'because you like to break the alarm and that is because you are lazy as hell.' 

Soo true!!

I was still on my bed, tossing when I heard my grandma's voice,

"Sophia, are still in bed? I am coming to you."

Oh s**t, s**t, s**t. I woke up abruptly, ran towards my bathroom, took the fastest shower I could. After coming out, I started to find my clothes. I picked out a white crop top and a blue jeans. As I about to wear the top when the door of my room opened. 

"Hey....Good morning, I have taken bath just now. Please go, I need to change." I spoke as soon as I saw grandma's questionable face. I saw her walking out. I released a breath that I was holding. It's not that I am scared of her. It's just that sometimes her personality can change into an evil lady.  

It's not for now. Pheeww.

I wore my clothes and check my schedule. It's gonna be hectic today. 

As I reached the kitchen, I saw that my grandpa was sitting very quietly and my grandma was blabbering something. I took my seat and made an eye contact with my grandfather. He looked at me raised his eyebrows. I did the same. He coughed. I coughed. 

"Are you two not well? Because if you then stay at home AND help me in garden." Oh no.

"Honey, I have to go to bank and I am perfectly fine." He made a pouty face on her. 

It really amazed me that even after so many years, my grandpa still loves my grandmother so much. I have never heard him calling my grandma by her name, instead he use words such as darling, sweetie, honey, sweetheart. Such a true love. 

Meanwhile, I saw my grandma looking at me and I instantly said, " I have to submit my assignment and project file and I am also fine."

"Then why you both were coughing like dogs?" Told ya, sometimes an evil lady.

"Honey, can't we cough the way we want. I will someday try the horse's coughing style. You will see. I will do it amazingly and you will be surprised." My grandpa is such a sweetie. He always tries to grandma smile

I couldn't help myself from asking the question which I always wanted to ask from grandpa.

"Grandpa, even after so many years, you still call grandma honey, sweetie, darling. What's the secret of your long lasting love?" I asked him with full of curiosity in my voice.

He looked at me and smiled. Then he looked at grandma. When grandma left the kitchen for a while, he signaled me to bend. We both bend towards each other and he said,

"There is nothing secret here my child. Actually, I forgot her name years ago and now I am scared to ask her."

What? WHAT? WHHAATTT?

I was stunned by his answer. I was looking at him with my wide eyes and he is just laughing.

That's when I came to know, why my grandma becomes evil lady sometimes. Of course, if your husband forgets your name, that is enough to behave like a mad bull.

I was busy with my breakfast when my phone rang. I saw it's an unknown number. I picked up the call,

"Hello"

"Hello. I am speaking to Sophia?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"Sophia, I am Ryan from commerce department. You are required to submit your project today. Do you remember?"

"Oh yes! I know and I am coming to college. Thank you."

"OK, hurry up. Submission will be closed after 11."

"OK."

I checked the time. f**k, I am late. I quickly move towards my room, fetch my bag. And came running on downstairs.

I said bye to the bunnys of my life as I ran in super sonic speed.

I reached the my college within ten minutes. I saw the clock ticking but I got half an hour left in my hand.

Relax.

I started to walk slowly as I was re-arranging my project file. I arranged all the paper in the sequence again so that the evil professor of mine couldn't deduct my marks.

Why the hell teachers are like that? Always frustrated and irritated.

I was engrossed in thoughts that I didn't notice someone coming in bullet speed towards me and,

BOOM!

We crashed into each other. I saw my whole project file on the floor. What the hell?

I looked at the person with whom I crashed. It was clearly written on his face that, 'it's your fault'. He didn't gave me a helping hand and instead started to walk again.

I immediately grabbed his collar from his back and turned him to face me. It's really not good that you do something to someone and then don't even apologize.

"Pick it up." I order him in my stern voice. I had headaches while making this project and on top of that, I handle the evil professors. And this guy, he tried to ruined my hard work.

Ok fine, I know it's a crash. But, so what. Even if my work didn't get ruined, my time will get waste for recollecting the papers.

I was full confident that he will do what I said. But guess what, I was wrong.

He jerked my hand and slammed me against the wall.

No, no, no. No kissing, no kissing. I haven't brushed today. No kissing.

I kept saying those words, inside my mind. He had gripped my both hands in his one hand. Why my hands are so tiny?

I saw him analyzing me. I prepared my knees. Knees get ready to hit.

But he suddenly left me when the bell rang. He moved again to the direction into which he was going.

"Jerk." Yes, this type of guys are the top level jerks. I smiled after saying that to myself, but I don't know from where, my bad luck found me and came to say hello.

I meant, he heard it. (And it has a second meaning also.)

"What did you just say?" Crap.

I saw him coming towards me and before I could response he slammed me in the wall again ( why is he soo much into walls)  and said, "Listen, tiny lady....." What the hell?

Tiny Lady? He called me TINY LADY? Is he blind or what? I am 164 cm. Five feet Four Inches. And this fucker called me tiny!!!

I am engrossed in my own thoughts. I didn't hear any word from him except Tiny Lady.

He clamped my jaw and forced me to look in his eyes. I looked in his eyes and all I saw is red. Why his eyes are red?

Red from drinking? Or Red from heart break? Or Red from crying? But this person won't cry, right? Or Red from anger? Or.....Red from....drugs? Oh damn, he do drugs....!!!

Suddenly, I was brought back from my mind to reality when he said, "Don't mess with me." As if I am dying to mess with him.

I don't even like to mess with my dog. (Only if I had a dog). Forget this jerk.

I saw him moving away so I decided to follow him. But as I said, my bad luck said hello to me.

Because the clock was about to hit 11. Oh god Sophia, run, run, run...

I will see him for sure. I made this note in my head.

Suddenly an idea came in my mind. I looked in the direction in which he left. I grinned and said.

"You Welcome. And I do What I want."