The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 12 The Help

Roselia's POV

-Thursday-

8:15 a.m.

Thursday was the day of the week I had to endure in business. Two hours in business would deplete a full energy bar. I was running on less than 8 hours of sleep, 25 sticks of glue and over 20 cups of coffee for the past 6 days. It was only a matter of time until I died.

Goodbye world! It was nice knowing you. Where was I, again? I forgot where my business class was supposed to be on a Thursday morning.

Oh right! Campus!

'You idiot! You're in it.'

'You seem to be aggravated a lot these days.'

'You didn't take care of me!'

Sheesh, my inner self was cranky. I couldn't remember the reason why, though.

'You didn't sleep enough, you idiot!'

Oh, right!

The universe renewed its hatred towards me as today was a full day of practicals and laboratory practice. This didn't exclude business practicals; to formulate a marketing plan for a biochemical product.

Vanessa was deep in thought beside me even though it was only 15 minutes in. The whole class permeated with chatter and saliva. 20% of the saliva in the hall was caused by the continuous exchange of questions and answers between the students and the professor. The other 80% was due to both men and women eyeing our TA with eyes that should've been reserved during private occasions. These women were begging on their knees for our TA's attention but my mission was to avoid him at all costs until memories of my dream started to fade out of existence. I succeeded, of course for the past 3 days; didn't bump into him once. Due to my hard work, the memories of those dreams became less visual and my exhaustion made me forget a few details.

He was currently helping a group of women that gathered at the front of the class. Jasper skillfully made representations of marketing strategies and asked about their planned products. His posture was straight and he used the aid of hand gestures to present a better understanding. When he was earnest like this, it almost made him good-looking.

I almost choked on my coffee.

It must be the lack of sleep in my system that I was hallucinating.

In all seriousness, he was actually trying to help out but the girls didn't seem to care about the valuable information he was relaying to them. A certain girl flirtatiously leaned into his arm to ask about a problem and batted her eyelashes at him.

A slight tinge occurred at the back of my chest. I couldn't ponder about what caused it anymore.

In response, he took a step back to explain the answer and reasoning.

I felt like laughing after looking at the girl's solemn face.

Brains did not function well with a lack of sleep. The paper in front of me was blank. I couldn't come up with a single marketing strategy and this assignment was due after class! I gave up and rested my head on folded arms on the table.

'Get some sleep, you idiot!'

'In case you haven't noticed, I've been trying to.'

'Try harder.'

So bossy. 'Fine.'

I closed my eyes and my consciousness levitated out of my body. Actually, I've lost my sense of touch due to my lack of sleep. In this course of being awake, I've gradually lost my senses. I began to see, smell and taste less. All these 3 remained intact albeit deficient but my skin could no longer feel the temperature, water on my skin during my showers and even the heat on hot stoves.