Six Skeletons and The Waitress

14. Kidnap and kidnapper

The later classes were beginning to bore you. The monotone voice carried heavily around the silenced room filled with college students, a man in his mid-40's held a ruler, pointing at a diagram projected from the projector somewhere in the back, his arm loosely behind him as he switched the slides, showing a much more complex diagram from the previous one. Mindlessly writing down the notes, you leaned on the desk, keeping your eyes on the pencil as it traced words and numbers on a lined paper sprawled in front of you.

The fact that you were behind didn't sway you one bit, keeping up with the lecture wouldn't be too hard if you continued to study on your free time. Although, amidst your jumbled up words, the end of a pencil tapped your paper, causing you to stop writing and look up with a furrow between your brows. Who..?

"You missed a spot." Came a voice of a man, teasing and smug. The male was sun-kissed tan. Bright emerald green clashing with your (colour) ones. His hair was brown with highlights of blond, messy and slightly curled. A smile pulled at his thin, yet plushy, lips.

"I know." Came yours, returning to the lecture at hand. You couldn't let your mind wander from the lecture you had missed a few days ago. It was a miracle that the strict professor had granted you a second chance to rekindle what was lost. Nonetheless, you were very thankful.

As the professor switched off the projector and went to take a seat at his desk, the male sitting besides you poked you with his pencil. Squirming, you shot him a glare with no heat.

"I haven't seen you for a few days," he said, packing up his papers and books, shoving it into his bag carelessly. "Where were you?"

You raised your eyebrow, wondered why he was so quick to leave as there was still half an hour left of this class, the time for students to write up and explain in their own words of each question on the papers they received at the beginning of class.

But, you needed to write everything down before you forgot, continuing to ignore him in favour of your own work.

"C'mon, talk to me." The male joked, bumping shoulders with you, making your pencil drag along the paper, marking the clean sheet.

You sighed loudly, turning your pencil around and began to erase the error while giving him a sideways glare, refusing to acknowledge him.

"I don't have time to talk," You said, swiping away the leftover eraser particles. "Please, just let me work."

"My name's Antonio Carriedo, by the way."

You sighed once more and began to pack your things. If he wasn't going to leave you be then you were going to leave, you doubt that you'll be able to finish this assignment today. Great, another unfinished work you had to complete. Yaaay...

"I didn't ask, now will you excuse me." You smiled, although it didn't reach your eyes as you stood up, walking down the small stairs and out the door, following many others who's leaving early.

Adjusting the straps of your bag, you pushed open the doors, looking around the campus for a second before making your way towards the parking lot.

"Wait!" The damn voice of Antonio shouted behind you, stopping your tracks, you lowered your head and sighed once more.

"What?" You hissed when he came to stand by your side.

"Haha..A friend of mine asked if he could have your number?" He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. The annoyed look in your eyes melted away as he continued."He isn't.. confident when it comes to talking to girls."

Your eyes widened slightly, a small blush over your cheeks as you hastily lowered your head. "Uh, no thanks...Ask someone else, yes?" You offered a quick smile and scurried away, towards the parking lot and this time making sure to ignore the calling voice of Antonio.