The Bad Boy Obsession

I forced my eyes to open even though I was too tired to wake up. The cold breeze in my room embraced me as I tried to reach the blanket on the floor. Why do I feel so cold? Did my mom leave the window open once again? I covered my entire body with the blanket and tried to close my eyes when suddenly the door hung open, which caused it to hit the wall and make a huge sound.

"You got to be kidding me, Allisha Marie!" A girl with an annoying voice shouted. What the hell is she doing in my room at this hour?

I ignored her and reached for my pillow to cover my ears. I can't stand listening to this girl all day long. I want to rest and sleep.

"Have you forgotten that you have school today?" She shouted once again.

School? What school? Aren't I on vacation? As far as I can remember, it is summer. So why the hell would she tell me that I have school today? I moan as I turn around and try to go back to sleep.

"For Pete's sake, Allisha!" She shouted again and pulled the blanket, "Today is your first day in your new University. Do you want to be late on your first day?"

University? Wait a minute.

My eyes widened when a memory flashed through my brain. I felt like I was being bathed in cold water. Shit! Today is indeed my first day as a fourth-year college student. How the hell did I even forget about my new school? I recently transferred to this University due to some reason.

I threw the blanket on the side and rushed towards the bathroom to take a bath. It didn't take me so long before I finished and immediately grabbed my uniform and bag. I combed my hair using my hand and rushed towards the door.

"I am heading out!" I shouted as I ran outside. The cold wind greeted me when I opened the door. Neglecting it, I rushed towards the gate and called a taxi. Without overthinking, I ran inside.

"To this university, Mr. Driver," I said. The driver just nodded at me and started his car. I cussed as I realized it was almost 8 am in morning. I am going to be so dead.

I hope our teacher is not that strict in terms of late. This is my first time since I attended school. I hope my teacher wouldn’t mind; I promise I won't do this ever again. Minutes have passed before I reached the gate of our university.

I handed my payment to the driver without even thinking of waiting for my change. I ran as fast as I could to the room that I was assigned. This damn school is way too big for me. Why the hell did I ever choose this one? I once look at my paper where the name of my section is printed. I almost cussed between my breath when I saw that it is on the 5th floor of the building.

I inhaled first before started climbing the stairs. There are several elevators here but then there are also a lot of students in line. I can't wait that long. I am so shocked when there are lots of students in the lobby across from our classroom. I am not sure what happen but the important thing, for now, is to attend our first class.

The door is already closed, and I think they are already starting. I composed myself first and fixed my hair before I decided to open the door.

I closed my eyes as I enter the room but to my surprise, there is no teacher, and our classroom is very noisy. The girls are on the window looking at those groups of people outside. Thank God. I am not late.

I slowly walked towards the vacant seat and settled down. I reached for my bag and looked for the bottled water because I am too thirsty.

The cold water slid down through my throat, giving me a feeling of relaxation. I closed my eyes and breath properly before I looked at the people around me.

Some are busy looking at their phone, and some are busy talking. Meanwhile, some of the girls were busy looking out the window, and some of the students were busy sleeping. I sighed in relief.

Minutes passed, and the door swung open. A middle-aged person entered the room while embracing a pile of papers.

"Settle down students," the teacher said, "For now, let me check your attendance first."

She grabs her notes and scans the page.

"Allisha Marie?" She announced.

My heart beats so fast, and raises my hand, "Yes, Miss?" I spoke.

"I see," she said, "I am sorry, but there is a request that you must transfer to Section E1."

"What do you mean, Miss?" I asked. She just smiled at me and signals to follow her. I can feel the stare of my classmates even though I didn't look at them. I grab my bag and went outside, only to see my teacher standing outside. Waiting for me, patiently.

"Yes, Miss?"

She looked at me from head to toe and sighed, "There is a request in the office that you are obliged to transfer to Section E1. That would be your permanent section."

"Is there a problem, Miss?" I asked.

She then turns around and sighed, "Good Luck."

What does that mean? Is something wrong? Why do I feel like she is hiding something from me that she can't tell it?

Our teacher left me dumbfounded in the hallway. Confused, I walked towards section E1 and inhaled before deciding to knock on the door.

"Come on in," I heard from the inside.

I slowly opened the door and walked inside. Only to see my new homeroom teacher smiling while waving her hand.

"Welcome to Section E1," she said, "You are Miss Allisha, I assume?"

I slowly nodded and smiled at her awkwardly.