Alpha Ryan ~ Yours Truly

1. Fuck This Shit

Emara Stone

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It's been 7 minutes and 27 seconds since I've started analyzing the syllabus, planning from where to start traversing through this evil labyrinth "Introduction to Java".

I don't wanna be introduced to java.

Focusing on my motivation note in front of my study table-
°Clear this semester.
°Get a job.
°Get a boobjob.

I close my eyes and take deep breaths to relax my mind and align my chakras as Naruto does. Inhale.. Exhale.. Enter.. Exit.. After a few seconds of deep meditation, I throw my books, notes, pens off the table as I feel no inner spiritual powers kicking in.

"Fuck this shit" I kick the chair as frustration builds inside me. Suddenly I feel a strong aroma surrounding me, I couldn't help but take a sniff in the air. Pancakes. I turn my head plus attention towards the smell coming from the kitchen.

*Thud*

Probably that chair fell. Like I care. Huh'

I walk in a flash speed to the kitchen as the smell gets engulfed in my head and my taste buds start leaking saliva in my mouth. I see a shirtless guy whose shoulder muscles keep bulging out as he flips the pancakes in the air. 

What's this lousy piece of shit doing here that's the first thing I thought, but after watching him making pancakes I controlled my sass.

"Ethan, my favorite brother! I knew you loved me boo." I scream in excitement as I see chocolate spread on pancakes. OMG! Pancakes with Nutella.

"I am your only brother, Em. And no, this is for my girlfriend waiting for me in my room. You can exit"

Not only we share the same birthdate but also the attitude. Probably from our mom. I fist my hands as I feel like to slam that same pan on his face and run away with the pancakes. No one is above food.

"I thought you might be celebrating your graduation dull party in a fancy hotel." Though he is just 1 minute older than me, he has a brain of a robot and here I am stuck in the 5th semester from past 2 years.

"No, we are going to Europe as a vacation. Party is so cliché" he turns his head in my direction and winks at me.

Son of a bitch!

His audacity to wink at me when he knows I have an exam tomorrow, although I should be graduating with him if I had passed. If. I. Had. Passed.

I m not a complete idiot, I just don't have any interest in studying. Getting a degree is so mainstream nowadays. Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg, Steve Jobs nobody have a degree yet they earn more than a Harvard pass out. 

"Em, you know clearly that if by next year you didn't graduate or get a real job for a living, parents will force you to marry for business partnership. Focus on your exams." His voice is soft and his eyes show concern for me. He takes Nutella in one hand and pancakes in another and leaves the kitchen. 

His words felt like a pinch in my chest. I don't want to be a pawn in a deal or marry some boring aged businessman who doesn't even know sex positions more than just 3.

I keep wondering why he took the Nutella when he already spread it on pancakes. Wait.... Oh! Ewwwwww.

I shake my head as images of his girlfriend Lucy covered in Nutella comes in my mind. I walk out of the kitchen as his words float in my head like helium balloons. I don't want to be someone's property or be a part of a deal. I need to get a job. I need a degree. I need to pass.

My legs take me to my room. I see my clothes, books, papers, and pens on the floor lying freely which makes it hard to see even the floor. I pick up my books, notes, pens off the floor and keep it on my study table.

I pick the chair and dust it which I had kicked minutes ago and place my ass on it.  I remind myself I am doing all this for my freedom and money. "I can't fuck this shit. I need to graduate."

I need to buy new nutella jar too.

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