Anusha's pov:
"Hey stop, please stop the bus." I was yelled and ran behind my college bus.
I know the driver will stop the bus when he hears my voice because he knows me; who is late for the bus every day and catches it at the last minute. Oh!! Wait, little correction, on last-second!
The bus braked, sending a cloud of dust my way.
Hah! I knew he did never leave me.
I ran up to its door quickly and got on the bus.
As I entered the bus. I offered my best innocent smile to everyone. Especially to our kind-hearted uncle at the wheel, hoping he did forgive me.
I scanned my bus card and quickly made my way towards some empty seats.
This act repeats every day. It's become my daily story.
What can I do?? I can't keep up with my time because I am not a morning person. I need to wake up early in the morning and get ready on time.
I can run a marathon to catch the bus than to disturb my precious sleep by walking up early in the morning.
Time skips.
I stepped out of the bus and stretched. It was a long journey.
I glanced at the outer building.
This is one of the best colleges out there.
I studied hard to be admitted to this university. But my mother was one who struggled the most to help me with my dreams. she did sacrifice a lot for me.
I won't let her sacrifice go to waste.
I promised myself.
Today is the first day of my third-year degree, basically, the final year of my college life.
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While I was walking down the hallways. I found them bustling with students all along with different things. Some are chated with their friends. While others busied themselves on their phones. Some bragged about their latest expensive stuff. Some are lost in themselves in their books.
Some were giving me weird looks.
Yeah, I don't have expensive or classy branded clothes to wear every day. Yet, my clothes are always decent ones.
I was wearing blue skinny jeans and a white plane full sleeves shirt was loosely tucked inside them. I wore black boots and my hair was perfectly pinned in to back as a messy bun.
I don't give a shit about those types of people. Who judge me from my appearance. I always try to ignore them. Yet, I can't completely.
I glared back at them while passing through.
I am always the odd one here because I don't have rich and affluent parents like others, and I don't have many friends too. But I am more of an independent person. I don't want to depend on anyone else, so I am likely to be alone and appreciate my own company. I am proud of who I am because one day I know all my hard work will pay off.
Jackson and Bambam are my only friends here.
Thank God Jackson is my labmate AND my lab partner, so I don't have to deal with some spoiled brat instead.
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I unlocked my locker and took out my apron, and all the essential things for today's experiment. After I did carefully set them in my bag, I made my way towards the chemistry lab.
I was 15 minutes early for the lab.
Usually, I was a latecomer, somehow I did come early. I took out my apron all the required materials and dropped off my bag on the front rack.
I stood at my place assigned spot and glanced at my manual, too many random thoughts were entering to read it.
Physically, I was in the room. But mentally, I was somewhere else. I was swimming in my deep thoughts. Nothing makes sense around me. Until someone tapped my shoulders.
I flinched for a second to the sudden action, I turned around to my right side. A handsome tall guy was standing in front of me.
He stared at me his confusion was written on his face, and I did already started to admire his attractive features.
His stunning eyes shone brightly under the low light. His black hair fell lazily over his forehead. His pink lips were pouted, and his eyebrows frowned in confusion. To top it all off, his golden caramel skin tone enchanted his beauty.
I did see him before in class with Kim Nam Joon his lab partner. Kim namjoon was our class topper, everyone always called him God of Destruction because he used to break the things around him.
But, I did never seen him this close.
He is fucking handsome.
Then surrounding came flooding back to me, and he was waving his hands in front of my face.
"Hey, are you here?" he jokingly asked.
His deep voice took me out of my thoughts, "yeah," I awkwardly mumbled.
I looked away,
embarrassed.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I checked him out right in front of his eyes. I had to mentally palm- slap myself.
"I was calling you, but you weren't responding to me. Is there anything wrong?" he Inquired.
He leaned on the marble counter, matching my height. He crossed his hand arms and faced me, a smile playing on his face. I was glad I don't have to look up to see his face, he looked giant in front of me.
I met his eyes.
"I am fine, thanks, just was lost in my thoughts for a second," I muttered.
"Okay, if I am not wrong, you are Jackson wang's lab partner Anusha Kundra, right?" he asked.
"yeah, that's me," I replied.
"I am looking for you. I am Kim Taehyung, your new lab partner. You were aware of this, right?" he questioned.
What new partner?
"No...I haven't heard anything about it." I puzzled.
"Jackson and I changed lab partners due to his problems. I thought you knew this," he explained.
Where is that jerk ass, Jackson? Why didn't he tell me about this, before?
I searched the room for his familiar face, yet there was still no one in the room. No one except me and Taehyung.
"So, you don't know about this?" he queried. I shook my head.
"It's okay, it's not too late. If you don't want me as your partner, you can change with whoever you want. I don't mind partnering with anyone," he shrugged.
I didn't have any problem up with him. He seemed nice enough. Nonetheless, I didn't have any alternative options.
Because I don't have any other friends here except, Jackson and Bambam.
"Hey, it's okay. I don't have any problem with you." I declared.
"Okay then. From today onwards we are lab partners. Just making sure, you don't have a problem with this, right? " he quizzed.
With that, he pulled back off the marble countertop. uncrossed his arms. Stood up tall next to me. Faced me once again. He Stuffed his one hand into his pocket.
I looked up to meet his eyes.
"Yeah, I have no problem," I clarified. I gave him a friendly smile.
He nodded his head and smiled back at me.
I always have handsome guys as my lab partners.
First, it was Jackson and already some girls started hating me. Now, It's Taehyung, I think the list will grow long.
Whatever, I don't have any interest in them.
I did never asked either of them to be my partner. Yet, those girls acted as if I am stealing their boys from them.
This is another reason why I don't like any girls in this college.
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