†Eros†

I hand my fare with a tip to the cab driver when we had arrived at the university. Giving tips to cab drivers is just a way of thanking them for a safe trip. I'll always do that and will again for the rest of my life. When you think of the little things, they likely don't matter to you the most. But if you look on the other side it matters more than you know. Just try to look at it in any way you can.

I got outside of the cab, fixing myself, playing the traps of my backpack with my fidgeting hands. Here I go again, another day of ignoring the douche bag, flour girls,jocks, and mean profs. I sigh frustrated.

Its okay Eros, its okay. The best and safest way to defeat an enemy is by ignoring their existence. You're good at it, its almost two years. So it'll come as natural. Just take a walk,get to your locker,go to your classes and after all that, you can rest home. Yeah,that's the plan.

Breath in. Breath out. I can smell courage in the air. Breath in. Breath out. There. It hit the right spot. I'm Providentially confident now.

I enter the wide gate of the university with a slow pace. Greeting the guard with a smile. And all I got was,and again, a nod. I've been so polite towards this person but he couldn't even give me a slight emotion.  I walk pass through the gate. The pack of students are now seeable.

Moments later. I was now walking inside the hallway with lockers on the wall, left and right. Students everywhere,there and that. Joking around, laughing at their ass, flour girls flirting with the jocks. Some are checking on their lockers. Few just talking quietly.

Hey barbie. I snap my head towards the owner of the voice. I nearly rolled my eyes from the sight. Seth again along with his dogs. If he weren't a douche bag, I would say he's one hell hot piece of meat. On the contrary, it turns out to be a turn off. You know,almost two years of bugging me,calling me names that doesn't even exist in my dictionary. He had never lay his hands on me though. What I mean is, he never hurt me, physically. But I'd rather have him punch me in the gut, than hurt my heart. Feelings are much more vulnerable you know.

I tear away my gaze and focused on what I  was doing. I opened my locker and put my bag inside it, scanning its contents to get the things I'll be needing for my first class. Ignoring the impending pests. I forgot to bring some pesticides, not that I have one in the house though, howbeit its a brilliant idea. I'll buy some later.

A loud clanked fill my senses as I was taking my books out of my locker,making me jumped on my feet. The books I was holding fell scattered on the floor. Seths' hand is on the locker, balancing his state from Laughing hard, his dogs did the same holding their stomachs, tears of joy in their eyes. I sigh. Don't lose the vibe Eros, you're better than them. This day is a happy day. And it'll stay that way. Braced your self. Smile.

I ducked low on the floor to pick up the books. I was on reach for my second book when it slid away from my clutch. Seth kicked it. It landed on the eight inches shoe hill wore by one out of the bunch of flour girls. She looked pissed. Like someone had stole her make up away.

I took a few steps towards her and hunched down to pick it up. But she kicked it away. Hitting some shoes on the way. And one of the students kicked it again and again. And forever.
They were all chuckling while kicking my book back and forth. I sigh exhausted. The courage I'd inhaled not so long ago was running out. I sigh again. Nobody's planning on putting a stop to it.

My poor book halt from its pathetic fettle in front of the entrance. They all gasp from shock when they saw where my book landed on. An expensive looking sneakers. And who's the owner?

Lykos Kreddler. Senior, a star football player.
Beside him?

Of course, his girlfriend. Perry Therens. Senior, a model with curves all over the right places.
Not to mention her chest. She was mold by a great artist. And She's just perfect for him.

He lowered his head, looking at my bruised book. Her girlfriend was gonna kicked it but he stopped her attempt using his feet to shield my book. I just stood to where I was. The silence is creeping me out to the bones. All students in the hall way doesn't even move a muscle, afraid of what might happened if one of them made the wrong move. No one knows what's next. Is he gonna tear my book apart? Throw it on someones' face? Anxiousness is rising a little inside me. Not because I'm afraid of what he might do to my book. Its the fact that he might kicked me out of this university. Literal and connotational.

I forgot to tell you my precious consciousness. He's the owner of this university. Not practically but eventually he'll be. You know what I mean right? Okey I'll get to the point.

He is heir to the thrown.

Whose' book is this? He asked, his voice calm as a shallow river. Mild as the wind in the forest. But the boldness of authority in it is cognitively cogent.

I daze out of my thoughts when I saw every finger was pointed at me. I blinked my eyes a few times. Yep, at me. I blinked again. What the hell? So I'm the culprit? After they've murdered my book?

He started to take a few steps,stride and walk towards me. He was holding his girlfriends' hand. Then cease his stance in front of me, our body's inches apart. My face faced his chest, Perry beside him. She looked annoyed first, but raised her brows suggestively after scanning me,head to toe. Was she checking me out?

I tore away my confused thoughts from the girl and looked up at the gigantic person in front of me. His eyes doesn't even hold any kind of emotion. I lowered my gaze abruptly when we locked eyes for a brief moment.

It's mine. I whispered, hiding my hands on my back while massaging it firmly. Its getting sweaty. He lift his hand with my book on it, handing it to me.
Here, he husked,I could really hear the way he grift his teeth. He's angry? Definitely he is. There been stories about him strangling a jock for kissing his girlfriend though his girlfriend initiated it. And there been also one student who dropped out because of spilling a coffee on his shirt. Not just a shirt, a thousand dollar shirt.

I extend my hand. And its rigidly shaking. I heard his sigh before I felt a hand snatch mine. I moved a little from my feet. While my book was forcefully handed on me. And he walk pass through me, Perry on his tail. Winking at me before she followed his suit. I cringe mentally. What's wrong with this girl.

I breath a sigh of relief. Steadying my erratic heart beat. It feels like I've been saved from death. After they've left, the hallway was now normal. The atmosphere has change to its original state. And I, going with the flow as well.
I look at my book. And think for a moment. I'm still thankful though because I'm not the one who got kicked but my book. I sigh again for the millionth time.

I can't wait for this day to end.