THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

When Emma got out of the class, she tapped her forehead lightly as she came to a halt, cussing again as she realized that she didn’t even know the way to the professor’s office. And she hadn’t remembered to ask Ava about it.

“I will just leave, and if he asks me tomorrow, I will just tell him that I had forgotten or that I didn’t know the way to his office.” She muttered. But even as she said so to herself, she knew that her excuses were flimsy. She had to go to the man’s office, and get over with it once and for all. Perhaps, Clem might know. She thought, about to call Clem with her phone, but then cancelling out the idea at the last minute. Clem was majoring in architecture, and so would have no business to do with the history lecturer.

“What will I do now?” She asked herself, tapping her right foot lightly on the floor, as she weighed her options. Go home, or go crazy searching for his office, since she wasn’t in the mood at all to start asking around for his office.

“If only I had remembered to ask Ava…” She mumbled, looking sideways, to the left and to the right, hoping a little to see any of her course mates, but she didn’t see any, or rather she didn’t recognize any. There was a free flow of students all around her, but she couldn’t tell if any was her course mate, until she saw Clem’s twin sister, Claire.

For a minute, she contemplated on calling the blondie who seemed to be so engaged in a discussion with another blondie, whom she hadn’t seen before. Well, the world doesn’t revolve around you Emma; there are millions and billions of people you don’t know of, and who in return, don’t know of your existence. Her mind teased, not helping her dreariness.

“Emma Drackson?”

She heard a voice call her, from behind, and pivoted on her heel, a bit taken aback by the call.

Her surprise didn’t dwindle a bit as she took in the identity of her caller. It was the guy whom had been sitting alone in class, totally absorbed with the activities ongoing in his mobile phone. Up close, she thought that he had the weirdest combination of eye colour; grey and blue. She hadn’t seen that before. He was handsome too. She had to admit, although not up to her Derek’s standards. His eye defect, as she has termed it already, only added to his mysteriousness and bad boy look.

“Emma Dra…” The guy was about calling again, but she cut him short.

“Yes, Yes. I’m here. You don’t need to call it out in full. Emma will do the work just fine.” She stated as she rolled her eyes; her eyebrows furrowing a bit as she saw the faint presence of a smirk on his lips. What’s with these guys and smirking at her today? She thought.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Okay.. Emma..” The guy called, as if tasting the name on his lips.

“Yes, how can I help you?” She asked, determined to be at least civil, and not loathsome. Her mood was swinging all over the place, and she wondered, if perhaps, her period was just by the corner.

“Mr. Perkins asked me to show you the way to his office.” He replied, as his gaze stuck to her. She calculated that he must be the same height with Derek, or even taller, just that the latter was more muscled, and of course handsome. She thought, not aware that a smile had crept stealthily over her lips.

The guy looked on at her in amusement.

And she wondered why.

“Are you that pleased with going to his office? I thought you were among the few that wasn’t hung up on him.” The guy stated then, before turning around, and walking down the corridor.

“Heyyyyy….” She called, a bit appalled by his statement, as she rushed up to meet up with him.

“Don’t you ever say that again, walnut.” She said, eyeing him in the process, as she met up with him.

“I hate that professor. He is so full of himself.”

“Why shouldn’t I? You were obviously pleased with it. I saw you smiling at my statement.” He explained.

“I wasn’t smiling at that. I was thinking of something else.” She replied, as if disgusted with the fact that she would be thinking of the professor.

“Oh, I see. But walnut? Seriously?” The guy queried, a shadow of a smile tainting his lips.

Emma laughed then. A boisterous, loud and rowdy laughter, where her lips stretched thin to almost her ear path, and small snorts came up from deep down her throat. She laughed so freely, that her eyes watered.

“Why are you laughing?” The guy asked, unable to hide his huge smile this time around that grew into a bout of laughter, which betrayed the whiteness of his clean sized teeth. “I think you should be apologizing for calling me a walnut, and not laughing about it.” He stated, his voice breaking in between his laughs.

But Emma laughed on, amidst a dawning that she hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time. The strange happenings that had besotted her was threatening to take away her sense of normalcy. She concluded that the new guy wasn’t a bad person to have around.

“I’m sorry. Mr….” She hanged her statement, waiting for him to fill in the invisible blank space with his name, as she peered up at him, from underneath her long lashes.

“Damon.” He said. “Mr Damon.” He stated, with an emphasis on the Mr.; his teeth still gleaming out, as he smiled, as they walked side by side in the corridor.

“Okay. I’m sorry Mr Damon, for calling you a walnut.” She mentioned, before breaking out into fits of laughter again, amused by such a small matter. She didn’t know if it was an after effect of not laughing this much for a long time.

“You know we are attracting unnecessary attention…” He muttered to her hearing, still smiling; but she was too much in a high spirit to care about that. They could look on them all they want. She didn’t care. This was college. People are supposed to mind their business.

“I see you don’t care.” He mumbled as he looked ahead, as he had noted the carefree look on her face, as she walked beside him. He doubted that she knew that they have reached the professors’ offices.

“We are here.” He stated, as he came to halt by the mahogany door of one of the offices in the quarters.