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A Date with Fate
What more could she possibly want than to see him again? Oh, well, to not see him again. That would be most ideal if she could help it at all. But she couldn't, and it wasn't helping the fact that he was attending the same university as she was now, majoring in the same subjects. That meant only one thing: they'd see each other for a full three hours during the day.
She groaned, catching the unruly honey locks traveling down the crowd of people. Quickly escaping into her classroom, she slammed the door shut, despite that sooner or later, the guy would join her anyways. At the sound of the shutting door, the man standing at the chalkboard stopped his writing. The writing of the beautiful Greek letters have been delayed.
"Sakura, what the hell are you doing?" the short man raised an eyebrow in her direction as he watched her slouched against the door, "You do realize... that this is no longer high school."
"Yes… but—"
"That's right, now back away from the door and let the nice students come in. We're doing a lab today. I wouldn't want the mortality rate to go down for any reasons," he retorted, returning to his blackboard to continue what Sakura thought to be beautiful symbols.
"But…" she paused, approaching him before lowering her voice into a whisper, "Why did you have to accept him as a student?"
"Him?"
The conversation ended abruptly when the object of their conversation came into view. Amber eyes scanned the surroundings before they landed on her. He greeted her as he closed the distance between where they stood. Sakura frowned, excusing herself before taking her new seat towards the back of the class. Normally, she would knock people out of their seats, burn their backpacks, and/or steal their physics book to stay in the front, but today, everyone in the classroom swarmed onto the front of the room where the best grades would be for the taking.
Professor Ting looked at her strangely before shifting his gaze to his newly acquired student. For a split second, his eyes flashed, and Sakura knew that he had identified the source of her troubles. After about five minutes of conversing, she watched as her uncle nodded at the man she had been avoiding. He smiled and nodded in a manner that appeared as though he was thanking him for something and turned around to scan the room once more. The students at the front who had been gaping at his back now got a look at his front. Surely there have never been a more shocked-looking bunch of university students. It's as though all the guys have turned gay and all the lesbians have turned straight. Well, that may be an exaggeration, but it was close enough.
When he turned towards her direction, she could almost see why everyone swooned. Even during the Saturday that they had ran into each other, she didn't get a chance to take a good look at him. Now was definitely the time to get a good look at him, and indeed, she did get a good look at him. His unruly hair had gotten unrulier for no apparently reason, almost to the point where they seemed to defy gravity as well. Perhaps that was the reason why Professor Ting had accepted him as a student: to study the behavior of his hair and how it defies gravity. Or perhaps it was the inexplicable way his shirt clung to his chest. For somebody's sake, it was as if the shirt was stalking him. Well, perhaps one could see it that way or one could simply say that the shirt was… well, let's just say it was like a second skin, only… it looked good on him. Sakura groaned, why did her hormones pick this moment in time to be raging?
If Darwin's natural selection had anything to do with his looks being passed down the generations as a survival trait, surely by now it has been perfected. Damn Darwin. There would be no better survivor than the man standing at the front of the room, showing off his chiseled features with his seemingly confused expression. The girls in the classroom sounded as though they were whimpering, speaking to one another as if they didn't care where he would sit. Under that mysterious girly language, they were actually begging for him to sit next to them: hence, the evenly spaced out seats devoid of its usual guys. For some reason, Sakura hated the look on her uncle's face; he seemed to enjoy this event. Professor Ting's eyes traveled around the room until they landed on Sakura, whose adjacent seat was occupied by her backpack, laptop, and several other textbooks.
Sakura offered a smug look to her uncle, daring him to do what the look on his face dictates. Suddenly, at the smile on her uncle's face, she lost her smug expression. The elder man approached the young man with a soft tap, calling his attention to the girl sitting at the far end of the room. The old bastard spoke in an almost mocking tone, "Sakura, why don't you move your stuff for our new student?"
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