COMEDY OF ERRORS--2

But then the spacious apartment answers so many questions.

Student dorms are not meant to be so homely.

Sigh !

I will just learn to adjust maybe which I hardly think is possible with this jerk.

"You didn’t answer my previous question", he pressed. "What are you doing in a university ?", he quizzed again.

"I skipped a few grades in school and when I was 14 years old I went to college. After that I got a scholarship here and I will be studying a post grad course in Business Studies for 1 year", I explained.

"Awesome. I will control your grades too then", he pointed out.

He’s got to be kidding me.

Could my life get any more fucked up with this jerk ?

Nghh.

"How old are you ?", I asked with a raised eyebrow.

He looked like a gorgeous teenager himself.

"Don’t you know it is rude to ask your elders their age ?", he taunted. "I thought you were smart but turns out you are as dumb as a newborn pup", he teased.

This guy is making even breathing the same air as him impossible.

I swear I am going to make his life hell just like he did for me in the ice cream shop.

Jerk face.

"Thank you for the value education, Grandpa. I only asked out of goodwill so that I could count down your days when you would get a heart attack and die in your own shit", I sweetly said.

His face immediately fell at that unexpected comeback and I was doing a small victory dance in my head on seeing him fume in fury.

"I am 17 years old too", he revealed and this time it was my turn to showcase my shock.

I had thought that he had the looks of a teenager but must be in his early 20’s but 17 ?

That was theoretically impossible !

He is not a prof here then ?

"Don’t joke with me !", I scowled but he only grinned back.

"No, I am speaking the truth. Why would I lie ?", he asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

"You became a professor at the age of 17 ?", I questioned in disbelief.

"No Ma’am. I became a professor when I was 16 and I am also going to turn 18 next month", he disclosed.

"This is so weird", I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that", he fake coughed.

"You were meant to", I snorted and hurried inside the washroom to just get away from this irritating personality.

As soon as I got inside the washroom, things quickly escalated from bad to worse !

"OH MY GOD !!!", I screamed in horror and immediately after Kai came running inside the bathroom too.

"What happened ? What happened ?", he asked petrified as he looked around in the spic and span washroom.

"THIS IS A SHARED BATHROOM !?", I shrieked again horrified.

"Jeez woman. You almost gave me a heart attack when you screamed like that. You should surely get an award for overacting", he ranted.

"How can you be so calm about this arrangement ?", I asked in shock.

"When you screamed like that, I was thinking about worse things but now that you mention it, sharing the whole apartment with you is not a great idea either if you ask me", the impudent man snapped back.

"You should apologize", I murmured out of nowhere.

"Oh really ? For what ?", he asked in an amused voice while crossing his arms.

"For starters lets start with you ruining my dress with your Vanilla ice cream in the ice cream shop and then pouring your cola over my head to turn me into a "Cola Ice Cream", I answered angrily.

"It was YOUR fault that you tripped over me and ruined MY favourite ice cream", he stubbornly rebuked.

"For a teacher you are quite a shitty role model", I muttered angrily.

"Are you done ?", he exasperately asked.

"What ?", I questioned back in shock.

"I asked ARE YOU FUCKING DONE ? Are you done with your ranting and rambling about me ? Let’s just respect each other’s space for now and make a bathroom schedule as well as a kitchen schedule so that we can carry out our daily activities peacefully and independently from each other. I can see that we are stuck with each other for a full damn year so it would be better if we act civilly towards one another. It is just a matter of 2 fucking semesters", he finally concluded his monologue.

"Ok", I assented and went back to my room.

"And yes. Don’t touch my groceries or wine bottles and I won’t touch your stuff. Just stay clear from my room and I steer away from yours. Do not enter my room without knocking and for fuck’s sake keep everything clean in the apartment", he instructed and I simply nodded back in agreement.

What he said made sense and I was frankly too tired to argue with him right now.

So the best possible thing was to just agree to what he was saying.

I will deal with him later.

Now, I just wanted him out of my room so that I could rest.

I just wanted to sleep and dream of my home.

I missed my home so much.

My real home. Sweet home.

Sigh !

I don’t know when I peeled off my dress and knocked out my shoes, but soon enough I was enveloped in the warmth of the duvet and my mind wandered off to dream land as soon as my head touched the pillow.

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10 years ago ….

Bella’s POV

"Promise me that you will live, princess. Promise me that you will never come back here", Mom pleaded as I tearfully took her blood stained body in my arms. "We hid your birth well, baby. Don’t worry ….", however she trailed off when she suddenly gasped for air but it only took her soul away.