Misa
Since I got home, Iโve been a lazy person.
Hours have passed since I finished my placement test and Iโve refreshed the portal a million times on my phone. With every passing minute not knowing my grade, I die a little inside.
I tried exercise, a hot bubble bath, and honey chamomile tea. Nothing will make the doom feeling go away. Instructor Inga said grades would post this evening, but itโs taking a while and all I can think about is something bad happening, like my test getting lost or outright failing.
I remember Emilian and how fast he finished his test. Must be great being smart. And mean. He probably gets whatever he wants because heโs mean. The hot ones are always mean. Emilian looks kind and modest with his parted hair, glasses and those crisp light blue shirts with the sleeves rolled up…
Until he speaks to me, and I wish I didnโt exist.
I can still feel my fingers getting crushed when he pushed the chair in while I was holding it. That was the first day we met. What would kissing him be like? Weโd probably have to schedule it on the calendar: 15th of the month: peck at noon.
I bet he’ll get the best placement test score.
At least he was nice todayโฆ He wished me good luck when he left. He was smiling tooโI think.
Waitโฆ Does he like me?
No, stop. Just because someone is nice doesnโt mean they like me like that. If he was being nice. It couldโve been sarcasm when he said good luck. Thatโs exactly what a hot mean guy would do. Word spells and all to draw you further in their web and strangle your heart when you least expect it.
Whatever.
I still canโt believe we spoke. I was so nervous about the test I didnโt feel nervous around him. And I was being myself.
Now I bet he thinks Iโm a witch after offering him my stones. Why did I do that? Stupid.
It seemed like he was listening thoughโฆ I saw how big his eyes got when I asked if he enjoyed taking tests. He seemed pumped. Maybe thatโs what works for handling hot mean guys. Shower them with kindness and attention to cure their dry hearts.
Mm. Emilian in the showerโฆ
I shake the thought out of my head and refresh my screen. No grades yet. Come on, Inga!
I know I passed. I know I passed. Iโve repeated it all day long to sway my anxious energy into manifesting a three hundred score. Why arenโt my worries gone?
Ugh!
I spin around the room like Iโm a little girl again. Honestly, Iโm losing my mind.
I let myself fall against the wall. Itโs cold against my body. I forgot Iโm only wearing shorts and still a little wet from my bath. Who cares? The wall doesnโt. I can do an amazing split and pretend this wall is a man. Itโs been so longโฆ
โIโm losing it.โ
I quiet down when I hear voices next door. Two voices, it sounds like. I didnโt know anyone lived next door to me. Management said this complex was quiet since most students choose to live on campus.
I crack my front door open to hear better. Itโs two voices, a man and woman, but I hear the man more. He sounds like heโsโฆ Theyโre havingโฆ
Wow!
Whoa.
Those moans sound hot. Must be a lucky woman. Why canโt I meet a nice hot guy to make me sound like that? Where are they?
Taken or dead, I guess.
My phone rings from my bedroom. โYes! Grades!โ I grab it fast.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. I take a few deep breaths and refresh my portal and peekโฆ Three fifty! Three fifty? What? Noโฆ That canโt be. Thatโs like crazy genius level. Iโm not that smart.
โNoโฆ No, maybe I am that smart. Whatever. Screw it, I did it! Three hundred fifty! It says it right there! Yes! I passed!โ
Now I donโt have to pay my school fees and Iโm in honors.
I feel so free now. Free from all that worryโฆ They were chains around my neck choking me.
โI did it! I did it!โ
I run outside, jumping, and screaming.
โI DID IT!โ
โShut up.โ
I hear a deep voice growl behind me. I turn to a man standing in his doorway across from me.
I do have a neighborโ
โEmilian!?โ
Heโs in basketball shorts and nothing else. His dark hair is wavy than normal and hangs down a little in front of his face. He doesnโt have his glasses on and looks pissedโฆ
He squints. โMisa?โ
I donโt have a shirt on!
I dash inside, slam the door and lock it. How did I forget to put on a shirt? My hearts racingโฆ Fuck. Emilian saw me. Wait no. Maybe he didnโt. He didnโt have his glasses on. Maybe he has terrible eyesight when his glasses are off. Yeah, thatโs it. He saw nothing. Nope. Emilian did not see my breasts.
My goshโฆ
Life has been a roller coaster since Iโve moved to Black Mountain. First Timothy asking me on a date, then making me pay for it. The stress of this test, now my classmate who hates me lives next door and saw me naked.
I go to the fridge and take out the housewarming gift from apartment management. Red wine. The label looks fancy and hip. Fifteen percent alcohol. Itโll make me forget this minor incident.
I grab a glass, my wine opener and pop it open.
โCheers Misa, to embarrassment and good fortune.โ I whisper to myself.
All I can do is smile.
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