CHAPTER 6
London' s POV
I collapsed onto my bed and groaned in exhaustion. Today was the busiest day of my life and honestly...its making me consider otherwise about continuing with going to school. All of my lectures had it out for me today and It was not funny or pleasant. Apparently, I, m popular among my lecture for being absent in most of my classes and for being at the bottom in every single module I' m doing, and what's even more surprising was that they did not seem to hold back from roasting me throughout the entire lessons. If I had known that I was doing this terribly in my academics I would have tried at all means to make sure that I pulled through in my studies but then again I don't think I would have put In a lot of effort into it. Thankfully, all of these lectures have prides so they sent me back home with a mountain of home works and study guides as way for me to catch up with my studies.
But as for now I needed a nice shower and some food cause I did not get a single chance to even get a bite from the cafeteria the whole day. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better then today, yes you heard me right, I, m going back tomorrow as much as the lectures seem to hate my guts I still enjoyed my time in all of my classes, I can't believed that had forgotten how much I used to enjoy school as a kid and seems like I still do.
I sighed in exhaustion and slid of the bed, strode to the bathroom to have a well deserved warm bath, maybe that'll loosen my aching muscles. I walled out of my walk-in closet dressed in simple sweat suits. I stretched out with a silly grin plastered on my face.
" That's....so much better" I muttered under my breath. I took my phone from my nightstand before leaving my bedroom and headed for the kitchen where I knew my mom would be.
As expected she was chopping up some vegetables on the kitchen island but what surprised me the most was my dad chopping up onions beside her. He was paying so much attention to how he was chopping the vegetable but the shape of the vegetables where so odd and large and to top that off he was tearing up from the onion's juice but he just kept chopping.
I chuckled" Umm,, dad?" I settled down on one of the stools at the kitchen island.
" Huh?" He looked up at me with squinted eyes, an onion on his left hand and a knife on his right.
" Are you ok? Your eyes are a little red. Were you crying?" I teased him causing mom to crack up.
He sniffed " Boy, I will smack you" He threatened while pointing the knife at me, I just raised my hands in the air as a sign of surrender.
My mom chuckled " Don, leave your father be" she stirred a pot of what looked like soup before continuing to speak" He volunteered to help since he had nothing to do" She added with a light smile. Typical dad, always wants to be handy.
" So you gave him onions to chop up?" I raised an eyebrow with a smirk" Mom, I knew that you were evil but not to this extent" I shook my head then chuckled.
"I, m not complaining. As long as I get to help out as much as I can " My dad said and sniffed. He rubbed his eyes using his left hand and cussed when he realized that he used his onion covered hand on his eyes. He rushed out of the kitchen obviously heading to the bathroom. My mom and I stared at each other then we burst into laughter at my fathers silliness. God. I love my family.
"So, how did you're classes go today?" My mom asked. She took a large porcelain bowl and served a large amount of dumplings into them.
" Terrible!" I wined and dramatically threw my hands In the air.
My mom chuckled at my behavior " What happened?" She placed the bowl on the kitchen counter before grabbing another porcelain bowl and moved to the soup.
" Well....all of my lectures hate me" I replied and pressed my lips together. She dropped the bowl on the counter as well and went to open the oven to check if the chicken if it was coming out well.
"Honestly....I don't blame them. There's no educator out there who'll say that I'm fine with a student skipping classes and being at the bottom of my class" My mom explained and I sighed.
That is something that I'm quiet aware of, I can't remember the last time I had gone to school willingly and I've got no body to blame but myself on that. I used to love school, in fact I was what you would call a prodigy back in high school, I always getting a hundred percent on all my subjects but everything changed when I got to University. Life in varsity was different from the one in high school, the parties and the popularity was a like a calling for me, at least in varsity I was popular for my looks and not my grades, nobody saw me as a nerd but as a cool dude who gets all the girls.
I sighed" Yeah, you're right" I stood up from my chair" You need some help?..... With setting the table not chopping onions" I corrected in a haste, don't wanna end up like dad.
My mom chuckled" Sure"
Today was Friday and I had one class which was economics and luckily it was in the afternoon at one o, clock to be exact, which meant that I did not have to wake early in the morning and end up being late because I was having a hard time waking up. What I hated the most about the day was because of the lecture. That dude made me feel weird like the feeling I got when I saw Caroline for the first time only this feeling is stronger, but hopefully today he does not pay attention to me. Oh, how wrong I was.
When I arrived in class he was yet to make an appearance and I gave myself a mental tap in the back when I realized that for the first time since I started varsity I was early for class. Today I was able to talk to my friends unlike yesterday.
"Dude, I can't believe that you got embarrassed by all of your lectures yesterday. Its even viral in the campus website, look" Kyle shoved his phone towards me and on the screen was a picture of me being handed a huge stacks of home works by my Business studies lecture while he threatened to kick me out of his module. Shit! I hate this. I grunted and leaned back on my seat. Could this day get any worse.
Exactly one o, clock Mr. Morales walked into class, He dropped his stuff on the desk near the white board, his huge muscles threatened to tear the tight shirt he wore as he walked to the front of the class, he carried that authority and dominance like he did yesterday. His eyes scanned the whole class before they settled on me. He raised an eyebrow.
" Mr. popular, what are you doing in the back of the class when I clearly instructed you that your seat is now in front from now on?" He started and my stomach dropped.
Crap!!!