Opportunity Crashes

Lexter gave the essay paper to Athea who is still in a daze, "I want a redo of this essay in three days from now," he gave another paper to Athea that has a lot of mistakes. "And, you would have to re-take the exams for the last semester since I know that you purposely failed it to irritate me."

  At the mention of her troubling attitude, she winced - wanting to protest. What can she do anyways? Lecture hours are so boring and she can't restrain herself to stay still. She is born 'wild.'

  "....I won't re-take the exam." She said in whisper. "Did you said anything?" Lexter's sharp tone shut her up.

"Nothing."

  No one has ever made her like this with the exception of her parents, she hated getting ordered around like she's some kind of a dog - it reminds her of her family. She bit her lip to stop herself from saying horrible things.

Noticing Athea's aggrieved and uncomfortable expression, his eyes softened. "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. I'll work on my approach to you." What he said comforted Athea. But it doesn't change the fact that she hates him.

"Don't order me around."

Lexter chuckled in amusement, "I won't. I'm only giving you assignments, since your grades are failing."

Athea's face heated up when she heard Lexter's deep chukles, it tickles her ears everytime. "Okay then."

Satisfied at Athea's answer, he gently smiled. "Do you need anything else?"

"No..."

Lexter became quiet for a moment, she really is unpredictable - he expected that she would want some reward and a terms of condition from him. But she actually doesn't mind?

"Okay. You can leave now."

  Leaving the office room in a flustered state, her hands unconsciously found its way to her face; and it was met by a burning sensation.

"The f*ck is wrong with me? Blushing like a high school girl." She whispered, not wanting anyone to hear her embarassing comment.

  "Why are you blushing?" Her heart almost leaped out of her mouth as she heard Aella's voice suddenly coming from her left side. Immediately turning her head towards her sister, her hands slapped Aella's mouth shut.

"Shh!" Athea signalled Aella to keep quiet, eyes frantically looking around for any students before she pulled Aella into the corner.

"That stings." Aella rubbed her stinging chin and cheeks in hopes to lessen the electrical tingles that was caused by Athea's slap. "I have no choice because you were being such an evil bystander again."

  Tilting her head to the side, Aella wondered why she became an evil eye-witness when she was just passing by and happened to hear what she said. She didn't scheme anything at all either.

"Why are you being defensive? Did something really happened?" Aella asked, leaning back on the wall.

  "I had my first kiss."

   Uncomfortable silence engulfed them, staring wide eyed at the youngest sister who tensed by how her sister looked at her form. Aella broke the silence by saying, "That's dope."

  Athea unbelievably stared back at Aella, "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be? You're already a grown up woman, you can do whatever you want. Be it being a slut or a player. Just don't be a criminal."

  Aella chuckled as Athea's expression turned sour, still staring in disbelief. "To be honest, i thought you'll be mad."

  "I was surprised, but I won't get mad at something like that." Aella started to walk along with Athea. "So, who is it?"

"It's Lexter." Athea grumbled out a reply, while Aella smirked.

"I thought you hate him?"

"I do."

Aella hummed as she stared at Athea, the smirk that is still plastered on her face made Athea tense. "Why are you looking at me like that?*"

"I'm curious about what would happen to the both of you."

"Don't be so nosy."

  The said nosy girl only rolled her eyes in reply to Athea's demand. There's still nothing going on in the present, but she anticipates the future of both Lexter and her one of a brute sister.

  Just as the silence followed, a call caught their attention. Aella fished out her cellphone from her pocket and saw Amira's name on the screen.

  Athea peeked from Aella's shoulder to see who was calling, turns out it's her sister. "Why the heck is she calling?"

"I don't know." Aella answered it and Amira's high pitched voice blasted out from the speaker even though the speaker is off.

"GIRLS, HELP ME! I'M IN BIG TROUBLE!" Amira cried on the other line, which made the two sisters to scrunch their eyebrows - skeptical about Amira's call of help. She's always in trouble but it really isn't that big as they expected.

"What happened?" Aella questioned.

  "My car broke and a call from a manager that handle models called me to be a substitute designer for a model. And I'm seriously running late. And I don't have my purse with me."

Of course it's a big trouble, atleast for Amira. But Aella and Athea looked at each, "We're busy. Goodluck finding out your way." Athea playfully smiled at Aella.

"What!? How cruel of you both! No matter how busy you two are, you should help me!"

"Nope, sorry not sorry but we gotta go. Bye!" And with that, they cold heartedly hang up on Amira.

  As Amira heard the signature tone of a phone call being hunged up, her beautiful face distorted into a scowl. "They're so goddamn useless, damn it."

  She looked around the street and noticed that there's not a lot of cars passing by, she'll have a hard time catching one up. "Why now of all times...?!" She blamed the innocent car for not having enough gas to move, and she also blamed her sisters for being such a heartless bitch.

  She was just hanging out with her new boyfriend earlier, when she received a phone call from her friend - or actually, a guy who had feelings for Amira - and informed the cluelessly stupid Amira that they'll gonna need her as a fashion designer substitute. And knowing the opportunity given to her, agreed and started running towards her car. Completely forgetting her purse and the car's insufficient gas.

  She bit her fingernails as she hadn't seen a single car passing by, it's especially weird because it's day time! Where are the traffics?!

  She's seriously considering to run barefoot.

"But my feet..." But hesitated nevertheless, she can't afford to damage her skin. That's how meticulous she is.

Her eyes suddenly jolted up to a certain direction when she heard the engines of a car. "Whoever that driver may be, thank you very much for coming this way." Her face lighted up and ran towards it, blocking the view of the driver from outside. Looking like a star-fish ready for the hug of the heavy thing's impact.

His silver eyes widened in surprise at the sudden appearance of a dainty looking maiden with red, wavy hair scattered around her flushed face, standing at the way of his speeding car.

"Stop!"

He forcefully pushed the brakes to stop his car from colliding with her body. "The fuck is wrong with that woman?" Muttering under his breath, he glared at the oblivious Amira behind the black tinted glass of his car.

The sight of the car fortunately stopping infront of her, she couldn't help but smile in glee - all the way making her way to the window of the driver's seat. "Hello there?" She knocked three times with the sweetest smile plastered on her face.

  The windows slowly went down and it revealed the guy's face, at the sight of the man's appearance - Amira froze on her spot.

He's so goddamn handsome that she could die without regrets.

  She observed how his thick sophisticated eyebrows arched upwards, eyes gleaming in passion that could burn you in his stare. He exudes the overly devilish and over-bearing possessiveness charm, his pinkish thick lips frowned in an obvious disdain towards her obvious fascination over his appearance.

  This guy seems like he has the natural 'resting bitch face.' Amira could tell it.

"Do you need something." The man asked, snapping Amira out of her thoughts. "Oh, thanks for stopping the car. I actually need hel—"

"Ain't interested." The man was about to start the engine, not bothering to listen to Amira's request. But before he could even do it, Amira reached her arms and grabbed his white unbuttoned polo shirt.

"I'm fucking talking here, you piece of shit! I just need a fucking ride towards the Crown Inc. Is that one of a fucking difficult request from a pretty girl, huh?" Despite her colorful cussing, her face is smiling sweetly - the juxtaposition made him stare unbelievably at the girl.

"Hands off." He ordered, but Amira turned a deaf ear to his command and instead brought him closer to her face, now her face turning into a more malicious expression. "I'll repay you. Just give me a ride, I'm going to be late."

  The man sighed, "Get in."

Amira immediately removed her hands away from him and ran towards the passenger seat happily.

"Thanks!" She flashed her sweetest smile that could make almost all of the guys to melt, but the guy only spared her a glance and continued driving.

And that simple action of his resistance towards her sweet beauty made her high ego to fall straight down to the ground. Her slick-brows knotted together in frustration. Her seductiveness always works on people she doesn't even like, and a guy she had taken a liking to is obviously not interested with her at all.

With that thought, her determination to make him fall for her charms flared to the high heavens.

Her new target,

Located.