Christian felt happy and elated.
He looked like a teenage pup smitten by a bulldog. He stood by Ana's locker,door, he remove a pin from his hair. He picked on her lock and boom it opened.
He took out the brand new phone from his pocket and added his own number on the contact list. He then put the phone inside her bag.
Her bag gives him the shivers. It was very old, with the stitches barely hinge together. It looks like a granny hand-me-down. It even has safety pins on it to keep it from falling apart. He felt ashamed on himself. Ashamed for the times he flaunts his wealth and power to others while she barely survives a day without all of that.
'Damn!' Is she really that destitute that she can't afford to buy herself a decent bag.
Another 'Damn!'
Is he that fuckin' desperate being attracted to a plain, boring and destitute girl.
He sighed deeply. He carefully put her bag back and saw a picture of her wearing dark-rimmed glasses. He took the picture and put it inside his wallet. He smiled to himself. She looks like a cute shitzu-pup with black rimmed geeky glasses.
"Now were talkin' baby," he smiled to himself minutes later as he sat inside his Aston Martin car.
He took his phone and called her number. It ranged numerous times then it went dead.
'WTF!' She is not answering.
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She felt zombified.
She splashed cold water to her face several times to tone down the remaining drowsiness. Her headache was gone, but the drowsy-meds fucked up her previous exam and she needs to take another one.
'Damn!' that traitor Beast, he made her swallow a drowsy-pill.
'Shit!' she is so stupid to believe that the asshole does her somethin' good for a change.
'Shitty! Shit!'.
She hurriedly walked to her locker door, put her stuff in, then grabbed her bag and walked on. Drowsiness all gone. Perhaps she was able to pee all meds effects after swallowing almost a gallon of bottled water. She went inside the classroom and begun to write her answers fluidly.
Wishy-quizzy, Easy-breezy, so far so good, until-
"Ms. Steele didn't I tell this class to put all your damned phones off, you are disturbing other students. Turn that damned thing off! Now!," the teacher shouted.
Her eyes rounded. 'What the f-k!' It's coming from her bag. 'Who the hell-?' Her question was answered as she looked on the phone screen.
Christian fuckin' Grey!... you... lozeerrr!