Upon leaving class later that day, Sebastian ran behind me and tapped me on my shoulder to stop me. I spun around with an annoyed look on my face, "What do you want you little twerp? You annoy me in class and now you want to bother me outside of class, what reason do you have?"
"Woah, Curly, why so fiesty, you need to calm down, you need to have less bite and bark because you scare me, I just wanted to be friendly", he said, stepping back slightly. I shook my head and replied, "Why are you giving me a nickname?"
"Because, your hair is curly, and I didn't know your name at first and I just decided to call you Curly, and from that to just stayed, but I know your name is Rylie", he replied shrugging his shoulders. I nodded in understanding but that doesn't mean I like the name. I don't like that name because it reminded me of my mother and they used to call her Curly because she has beautiful kinky curls on the top of her head. I found it quite confusing as to why the first thing he would call me is Curly.
I tried to shake off the thought and walk away but he grabbed my hand and said, "Wait, we got off on the wrong foot, I think we should start over". I looked at his land holding me and he released his grasp. 'I guess it won't be all that bad having a friend', I said to myself trying to come to a conclusion.
"Well, fine, I think I can tolerate you, but you have to stop calling me Curly, it doesn't sit well with me and it's annoying as hell", I finally responded. "Ahhh, I dunno about that, I think it has a pretty good fit", he said scratching the back of his head and looking at me as if he was saying that couldn't work.
"Well, we simply just can't be friends", I said while adjusting my bag on my shoulder and walking away. He held my upper hand again to prevent me from walking away. "No wait, I'll call you Rylie, I didn't mean to provoke you, I just need someone to help catch me up to speed with the courses", he said looking at me with a hint of implorement in his eyes.
'Well, this is weird, but he looks like he needs the help, and maybe I can help him out just for a little while', I thought to myself. "Fine, but one more thing, you gotta stop touching me, haven't you heard of social distance or personal space", I replied looking at his hand that was still on my shoulder. He removed his hand quickly and dropped it to his side and said 'Sorry'.
I nodded, gesturing to him that it was okay, "Don't let it happen again though", I said jokingly, he smiled at me and said, "Well, Imma bounce because I have things to do at home".
"Yeah no problem", I replied and watched him walk away. I was about to text Chane but then I decided to not bother him because it was still in his work hours, and he's already doing so much for me already, I couldn't possibly pull him from his work to pick me up from classes and he dropped me off this morning.
I decided to take the bus because why not, I could get my homework done and go prepare dinner for him because it was still early.
I stood at the bus park waiting for the bus, I couldn't help but feel someone watching me, I felt awkward. I don't know if it was because of my bad experience, but I don't feel comfortable standing here alone.
I looked around quickly but no one was there. I kept on scanning the area quickly, but saw no one, I still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. The more I thought about it, the more paranoid I got.
I finally let the breath I didn't know I was holding when I saw the bus coming in the distance, it felt like the bus took forever to come because I was dying to just get on and get out of that area because I didn't like that I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, I felt it in my gut and my gut is never wrong.
The bus stopped at my feet and I hurriedly got on the bus and sat in the seat and sighed like I've been running for miles, I could finally relax and feel better about my surroundings. I pulled out my phone to text Chane about my feelings, but then I rethought the idea because I wasn't sure, it was just a thought and I don't want him worried, especially if it was nothing.
The ride to my apartment wasn't all that long and the bus arrived there in no time. I got off the bus and paid my fare. I walked up to my house and pulled the door and placed my bag on the settee and flopped down and sighed. I was exhausted, I was really tired and I had a lot of homework to do. I decided to get to it right away because if I didn't then I wouldn't be able to make dinner for Chane.
I got to my homework instantly and did my readings. When I finished all of that it was after 5 in the afternoon, Chane wouldn't get off work until 7p.m, so I still had time to go make dinner for him, and possibly talk to him about his proposal for being his personal assistant; his half time personal assistant I must add.
I went upstairs to take a shower and changed into a soldier print romper and a white sneakers. I grabbed my cardigan and threw it over my shoulders and grabbed my purse and my phone. I closed my door and was about to put my keys under my carpet like I normally would, but a mind said, 'Put the keys in your pocket for a change, after all you did have a weird feeling earlier'. I stood up out of my crouch and placed the keys in my pocket and checked the lock again just to make sure, then I spun around and headed out up the road to Chane's house.