Monday, June 16, 2008

Chapter Four


Being alone with your professor who you had one night stand with wasn’t quite pleasant. 

Embarrassing, to be exact. 

 

“Miss Angelina Kate Davids, if you have to use your cellphone during class.” 

“Sick-kick, actually.” I interrupted. 

“Anyway, three strikes off, it’ll be confiscated.” 

“Yes, Mr. Brandon Louis Spencer.” 

“I prefer Professor. Professor Brandon Louis Spencer.” 

“Whatever.” I muttered. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Nothing. Nothing.” 

 

Before he walked out, he turned around, “Oh, I nearly forgot. I still have your bra.” 

Then, he walked away. 

 

My jaw dropped. 

Oh. My. God. 

I kept my finger crossed, hoped he wouldn’t remember about the bra. 

Wait a minute, he kept my bra. 

Shut up, Angie! Stop thinking nonsense! 

Time for lunch. 

 

“So how was first class?” North asked. 

“So and so.” Nicole played with her meal. 

“Angie, how was yours?” 

“Not good.” 

“About the professor.” 

“What’s wrong with my brother?” 

“Your brother?” 

“Yes, Brandon Louis Spencer.” 

 

Oh. My. God. 

He’s North’s brother? 

Fuck. North must never know about this. 

That big mouth will spill everything out. 

 

“What’s with him, Angie?” North doesn’t seem to quit that topic. 

“Er.. nothing much.” 

“Right. So where are we going later?” 

 

* * * 

So here we are, at the clubs. 

Since everyone’s class were after noon, we decided to stay up till one. 

Jean and Edward came with Amber, Jean’s cousin. 

Everyone wasn’t talking much. 

Most probably because the most annoying North hadn’t showed up. 

And, the noisy gig, ruined our conversation. 

It somehow went like this. 

“So, how was NYU?” Amber asked, she was curious about University, since she’s not at one yet. 

“Pardon?” Edward couldn’t hear quite much. 

“How was NYU?” Amber asked again. 

“I couldn’t hear you!” Edward shouted. 

I heard the whole thing, was in between, actually. 

 

Few minutes later, North came, with someone else. 

Guess who? 

Professor Brandon Louis Spencer

 

Nicole dropped her jaw, then turned to me. 

I replied her with a I-don’t-know look. 

Her lips synched, “Isn’t he that guy?” 

I nodded. 

Her jaw dropped once more. 

 

North introduced everyone to his brother. 

“So, Angie. My brother, your professor?” North asked me. 

“Yes.” I replied with a fake smile. 

“Will you excuse us for a second, family business? Then, Nicole pulled me out. 

“God Angie. You fucked your professor?” 

“I was drunk alright.” 

“That’s not the point. He knows?” 

“Who?” 

“Professor.” 

“Yes.” 

“Yes?” 

“He remembered my missing bra.” 

“You had sex with my brother?” North suddenly jumped out from no where. 

“Shut up!” I punched him in the arm. 

“Ouch!” He screamed in pain. 

“Hey, where’d you came out from? The new jumper, eh?” Nicole teased. 

“No, I knew it wasn’t something about family. Who knew? Angie had sex with my brother? God, juicy!” North grinned. 

“You’re not gonna…” 

“Who knows?” Then, he walked back in. 

 

Shit! 

That big mouth North! 

After playing spin the bottle few night before, I knew he was that person who will spilt everything out. 

Everything is screwed up

 

* * * 

 

I received 3 new messages when I woke up. 

 

NEW MESSAGE: 

What’s with you yesterday? You seemed weird. <3JEAN

 

Like what I expected, Jean knew something was up. 

Such best-friend. 

 

NEW MESSAGE: 

Thanks for the juicy information! _NORT 

 

Fuck. North. 

I hate him! 

 

NEW MESSAGE: 

Hey Angelina. It’s me, Professor Brandon. Would you like to have coffee, before class? 

 

Having Coffee? 

Of corse, to solve this. 

 

REPLY: 

Sure, how about Starbucks? 

 

Moments later, my side-kick beeped. 

 

NEW MESSAGE: 

12, sharp. 


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Monday, June 9, 2008


Chapter Three.


Oh. My. God. 

Where the hell am I? 

And why am I naked, with some stranger on a bed? 

 

Oh. My. God. 

Chill Angie, Chill. 

Think! Think! Think! 

 

Okay. Last night. 

After the wishing incident, Nicole suggested to club, again. 

We drank lots of alcohol. 

Flirted with some guy. 

Kissed then stripped. 

 

Fuck! 

We had sex! 

Oh. My. God. 

 

What time is it? 

1.00 p.m. 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

 

I tip-tooed across the room. 

Grabbed my clothes. 

Then rushed to the bathroom. 

 

Damn Angie. 

What have you done? 

Told you not to drink so much alcohol. 

 

Dressed up. 

Shit! I left my bra outside. 

 

As I opened the door sneakily, wanting to take my bra. 

The stranger was already awake, siting on the bed.   

He did nothing but smiled at me. 

He was blond, dark hazel eyes and looked quite like North. 

Don’t tell me I had sex with North! 

No, North doesn’t have a mole on his cheek. 

 

“Er.. Good morning.” I broke the silence. ” How are you?” 

Stupid question. 

“I’m fine. Looks like you’re in a hurry.”  

“Yes. Look, last night was just some joke.” 

He nodded, but didn’t say anything. 

“My point is. Don’t take it too seriously.” 

He nodded, and but still, didn’t speak. 

“So, I better get going.” 

He continues his way. 

 

Then, I left. 

Bra-less. 

I took a cab and went straight home. 

As for Nicole, she was waiting for me in the living room.

 

“So how was last night, Angie?” Nicole asked. 

“Shut up. Mine your own business.” I was too embarrassed. 

“Was he rough or soft and sweet?” 

“I couldn’t remember anything.” 

“What did he do, when you woke up?”

“Nothing. I changed then went straight home. What did you expect?” 

“Another round?” 

“Damn, you’re God damn horny!” 

 

We both grinned. 

 

Before I went in to my room, Nicole asked, “Say Angie, bra-less, aite?” 

Fuck! I left them behind. 

Not my Limited Edition Victoria Secrets bra! 

 

* * * 

 

A week passed quickly, and the day came, finally!  

Say hello to college, people! 

 

As usual, Nicole spends an hour in the bathroom.

Then, an hour more in dressing up.

 

Two whole hours.

I ate my break-fast, and even surfed the net. 

 

Dang, what’s taking her so long?

 

“Nic! Quick! We might be late.”

 

Just then, Nicole came out from the room.

Wearing my clothes, again!

 

“God, Nic. Why my clothes?”

“I thought we’re late. Let’s go!”

 

* * *  

“Good morning class.” 

 

That, was what I heard. 

I wasn’t quite paying attention, was texting with Jean. 

All about her problem with Edward. 

The voice was heard few times later. 

And, I somehow heard the name, Brandon Louis Spencer. 

Wait a minute, the voice somehow became louder and nearer. 

The voice blabbers something about cell phones. 

 

“No cellphones nor side-kicks allowed.” 

Hey, that voice, somehow familiar. 

 

Fuck, don’t tell me its him. 

I looked up. 

I froze.  

It was him. 

That stranger I had sex with. 

 

The worst thing was. 

He recognized me. 


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