Faculty of theatre arts
"You told me you love me, why are you denying the love that we've both shared from the beginning of our relationship?" Whitney asked.
Running his hands through his face, Derrick snapped, "That was in the beginning, Claire. I'm seeing someone else, I'm sorry this relationship has to come to an end."
As if the whole scene was reality between them, Whitney shouted at him, "You can't break my heart just because of an whore, Philip. She has to leave our lives. We've both work things up together from start. We did everything right to take this relationship to where it is now, where was she when I've been risking my life for you? Huh? And you think you'll wake up one morning and bring an harlot into our midst? Philip, over my dead body will I watch it work!"
Derrick stood still with his eyebrows upwardly staring at her in amusement. He just lost his other part of the play. It's not like this play is actually realistic between them but she's taking it too far like it was. Is she adding efforts to make it splendid or she is just doing it to get back at him for not accepting her feelings towards him?
"Derrick," The supervisor called as he approaches him. Giving Whitney who was fanning her face, a sweet smile, the supervisor said, "Wow Miss Flynn, you were exceptional. I love the character in you."
Whitney smiled cheerfully, "Thanks supervisor Dave."
Looking at Derrick, supervisor Dave sighed, "You should put in more efforts next time or better still learn something from your colleagues. There's no time to practice further, we're left with few days before the main project. Work on your scenes very well, derrick. By tomorrow we shall continue from here." He took his stuffs from the desk and left.
While others started an indistinct conversation, derrick took his phone out of his pocket and barge out of the classroom. He is very pissed off at the moment. No one ever dares to get more credits than him. How could the supervisor showered her with so many credits and him nothing.
Whitney saw him leaving with a very bad mood written all over his face. She took her handout and went after him.
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In the fields
Sitting on the carpet grass, he tossed his phone aside and took out a packet of cigarettes from his other pocket alongside a lighter.
Lighting up the cigarette which was by the side of his mouth, he kept the lighter one side and smoked the hell out of his cells.
This was the only best vibes that keeps him going whenever he is in a terrifying mood. If he hadn't left the classroom, maybe he might have loosed his brain cells.
He can't believe this, the same script he has been working on for days, hours, minutes and seconds, the supervisor turned it to-- ahh, nothing gets to happen all of a sudden, right? It's that little bitch Whitney.
Well, derrick speaking of the little bitch as you said, she just stepped into the fields and now she's searching for you.
"Derrick,"
He heard her voice right behind him so he turned around. His darken aura and expression is enough to make Whitney run away but something still kept her right beside him.
Whitney smiled at him and fearlessly sat on the field.
He took the cigarette off his mouth and stroke it off in the grass. "What do you want?" His voice was cold as an ice.
She puffed her cheeks and contemplated on what to say to him. Her emotions are still relying on his sexy body. She really wants to get a touch of him. Is she obsessed or lust over him?
He noticed she hasn't replied to his question yet. He frowned and shouted at her with rage of anger, "What do you want?"
She withdrew and feared. Her heart pounds faster. She guess he could see her heart almost bursting out of her chest, did he?
The scariness inside of her all of a sudden couldn't make her speak even when she wanted to. She helped the grass and wheezed like she just had a decathlon.
He narrowed his eyes at her and stood up. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he warned, "Let this be the first and last time you'll ever cross my path, Whitney. I've told you times without numbers, I don't like you. I don't, is that too much to understand? Or are you deaf and dumb? Stop throwing yourself at me."
"But I do!" Oh yes she has grown wings to the extent of standing right on her feet. She look up at him and retorted, "I love you and this love I have for you is not a prank."
Derrick puffed his chin and burst out a loud laughter. He frowned, leaned closer to her, tilted her chin upwards and gritted his teeths while staring into her eyes, "Take your love into the pit of hell. Rot with it all I care, I don't give a damn. Bout you or your filthy love. I told you before, I don't do relationship. I fuck as many women I want, toy with them and dump them like a trash. So if you don't want to join that league, better subtract yourself, little whore."
Whitney gulped down instantly. He took his hand off her chin and glance at her irritatedly before zooming out of the field.
Whitney wondered. If truly he has delt with so many women, then why doesn't he want to do the same to her than letting her know about his ugly side? She's a woman as well. She has everything it takes to be a woman. Any man could easily go crazy on her body curves, why is he hating her for confessing her feelings?
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