Double Assignment

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I let out a blood-curdling scream the moment I stepped out into the quad. The sun had finally set, leaving in its trail a huge streak of pink and dark blue to rule the night.

How much time did I spend in Max's office again?

A picture of that annoying asshole made its way into my mind and I scrunched up my face in anger. I grabbed onto my backpack, feeling my blood levels increase with each passing minute.

"How dare he?" I groaned. I was so mad I couldn't even think straight anymore. I walked further and slumped onto one of the benches in the quad. A few feet from me stood a water fountain, its crystal clear water mirroring the tiny light bulbs in the sky. " Who the hell does he think he is?"

I tossed my feet forward, kicking and crushing a discarded soda can at the same time. I kicked the mangled tin farther into the night and tossed my head backward. A searing jolt of pain filled my neck and I readjusted immediately.

Damn that bastard that attacked me in the bathroom.

"You know," a voice so low I'd barely missed it resonated beside me. "Your head might just snap into two if you keep on jerking like that."

I made a ninety-degree turn and came head-on to face Tatum. His black hair was sleek and thrown back, a tiny section obscuring his right eye. His eyes twinkled under the night and his signature smirk lay lazily on his lips. He was in a pink tee, with a pair of blue denim knickers to go with it. His huge feet were clothed in his favorite pair of sandals.

On a normal day, I'd have made fun of his outfit and make him regret ever wearing that, but today wasn't a normal day. Instead, I felt my jaw tick as memories of that night clouded my vision.

Yay, that's more dick time for you...

"Vivi," He called softly. The wind rustled by, carrying a few dry autumn leaves with it. " How are you?"

I scoffed loudly, not bothering to hide my irritation. My hands balled into fists by my side and I fought the urge to punch something; him.

Of all the things to say, he had to start with that?

"It's not a stupid question." He replied as if he'd read my mind. "I saw you come out of the office and scream into the night."

Silence. Total silence was all he got. I felt my heartbeat accelerate, only because I was fighting the itch in my fists to punch him again.

"Seriously Vivi, the silent treatment?" He let out a low puff of air. His shoulders sagged as he slouched forward, his lean muscles bulging out. A little squint and I could make out tiny bags under his eyes. He was even sporting a five o'clock stubble.

Was he that desperate to fix things with me?

"Look Vivi," he ran a hand through his hair. " I know I deserve this, all of this.."

"You don't say." I scoffed, turning to face him. A sly smirk graced his lips but it was short-lived as his lips tugged downwards again. " I'm listening."

"I'm sorry." He huffed, his fingers darting around his thigh. "I should never have said that. I really don't know why I said it. I just blurted it out and I deserved that punch."

He rubbed his chin gently, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips and I found myself mirroring his expression. Trust Tatum to smile at a painful memory.

" I wanted to come apologise to you immediately." He continued. "I even followed you back home that night even though I was drunk as hell, but I just couldn't bring myself to knock at your door. I was ashamed of what I did and I told myself I'd come apologize tomorrow."