It didn't look like a test. It felt like it was an exam when she got to the class. Good for her that she always reads ahead of scheme of work. She crush the test questions with her IQ and in no time, she was done and waiting for her assignments from her class representer who hasn't finished yet.
She stood there with few books in her arms. She rolled her eyes at the passerbys who couldn't stop mocking and staring at her because she's on pajamas. Not after her Earth science test did she realize that she actually wore a pajama outfit to school. It was a bit embarrassing to her but she let it go. After all, it's covering her nakedness, so what's the big deal?
Her hair left free for the wind, her face pale and white with her cheeks pink. She actually forgot to wash her face before leaving. What other things did she forgot now? She hissed, brushing off the thought of her stupidity. What's important is that she meet up with her test and she killed it. It's final year and last semester. It's gonna be hot and rough, she needs to buckle up and come out with a good degree. She can't wait to officially become a geospatial analyst. It has always been her dream since she was ten. She loved the occupation so dearly and soon, she'll accomplish it.
"What are you wearing, witch?"
"Ah!" She tipped on her toes in shock when someone whispered in her ear from behind. She turned around and saw Justin grinning at her. "You maniac!" She hit his chest with her textbooks. "You made me sleep late last night and woke up late this morning. I almost missed my Earth science test because of your nonstop chats—"
He shut her up with a kiss. All her anger dissipated in just a kiss. He took her chin in his palm and frowned slightly. "Sorry about that, baby. And why are you on pajamas? In school?"
She took his hand off her chin and pouted, "That's the point. I didn't realize am wearing this until my test ended. It's so awkward."
"Don't worry, I've come to take you home. I don't like seeing my baby dressed like this in public." He took her backpack and wore it on his shoulder.
"And you left in the middle of office hours to come pick me?" She glance at his decent business suit. "Not worth it."
"Shut up. You're worth it."
"Oh you think." She mumbled.
"I called your phone but you didn't pick up, why?"
She smack her palm on her forehead, "Tsk, and that is another one thing I forgot at home too."
"Hey, what the hell is that?" He pointed behind her. "A champagne fountain?"
"Where?" She turned, looking around. "Champagne fountain? I didn't see anything except—wait a minute, Justin. Why is everyone staring at us and videoing me like am some kinda—" She paused when she saw him on one knee holding a little red velvet box of diamond ring. "Celebrity hot gist?" She whispered, completing her words in shock.
"Priyanka, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You're good for me. Please marry me, witch."
She—like—wait—it's—oh lord, she is so confused, she doesn't know what to say right now. "Is this a dream?" She gasp, her hands covering her mouth. Dear lord, she don't want to wake up if it's not reality. This is the most least thing she'd expect from him. She never thought he'd be this serious until this day. It felt like they met yesterday and today, he's purposing to her in front of the entire school.
"What the fuck? Of course I'll marry you, silly." She beamed and extended her finger for him to insert the ring.
A round of applause filled the air from every corner. Cheering and whistling as he kissed her lips. Five minutes after, everywhere was back to normal.
She grinned at the shining thing around her finger, "Aww, Justin, it's so beautiful."
"That's because you're beautiful."
"Mom and Dad will be super excited when they see this." She squealed, tipping on her toes like a cricket. "I must tag Purab and Mitali on my Instagram post today."
Justin chuckled and took out his phone to snap a picture of him and his fiancée. Priyanka won't stop smiling too much. She was so excited that she can't wait to share the news with her parents and siblings. They took several pictures, nonstop.
"Come on, bring it down a bit to my height. You know am not tall like you." Priyanka snapped at him, floating her ring finger on the selfie.
"Okay now, that's enough. Let's go." He wanted to keep his phone but she snatched it. He shook his head helplessly, seeing her taking crazy selfies.
"I'm gonna make a short live video and post it on Instagram and TikTok." She pulled him closer, "No grumpy face, asshole."
"Seriously, you're worse than paparazzi."
"Hello lovelies, guess what? The person you're following is officially engaged to me. You see?" She floats her ring finger on the screen. "We're getting married! Justin just purposed to me now and I feel like crying." She wiped her fake tears. "Follow my pages, @priyapearl."
"Yes please do, my battery is draining. Bye." Justin groaned.
"Aww, that was too soon." She pouted her lips when he took his phone and kept it in his pocket. "We were having over ten million comments and reactions. I barely have a thousand."
"We can continue the rest of it in your device later. This is a business phone."
Her eyes lit up, "Really? Oh boy, am gonna have—" She started counting her fingers, "One, two, three—six million followers because of you today and no, wait, maybe more than—"
"Priyanka," Another voice caught her attention from behind.
She turn around, "Oh hi, Japheth!" She beamed, waving her ring finger at her class representer.
The guy minded how he smiled at her when he saw another big guy standing behind her. "Yeah, congratulations. I just saw the post now. It is a call for celebration."
"Absolutely." Justin wrap his arm around Priyanka's shoulders, feeling jealous already.
"Did you get my assignment?" She asked, rubbing Justin's hand on her shoulders.
"Yes, yes, sure." He fished out something from his satchel and gave it to her. "That's a GIS data, there's a graph sketch attached." He explain as Priyanka scan through the big carbon paper. "Using it to find the Y-axis and X-axis of each areas' global warming."
"Okay," She wrap it up and handed it to Justin. "To be submitted when?"
"Well…. It's our project for this semester so Mrs. Dylan wants us to take our time in doing it."
"Okay, thanks. See you tomorrow." She smiled and waved him off.
"Your bag is so heavy." Justin adjusted the bag on his shoulder. "What did you put in it?"
"Books," She swing her hands beside her as they walk towards the private garage where his escorts and chauffeur were waiting.
Just then, certain people busted in front of them out of the blue, holding mics, cameras and snapping flashlight pictures.
Justin groaned frustratedly, pulling Priyanka closer to himself with one arm. "I hate paparazzi."
Some men dressed in black suits and dark shades swiped in from nowhere and started ushering them to stay back.
"Mr. Chadwick, please tell us about the engagement with Ms. Abhishek."
"Is it okay for the president's son to go for a foreign woman?"
"Ms. Abhishek, please tell us if you're not marrying the Excellency's son for his wealth? Tell us you're not a gold digger."
"Wasn't it you in his arms on the accident's magazine a month ago? What are your intentions towards him?"
"How long have you two been dating? Six months? A year? Two years?"
"Do you think Mr. Justin Chadwick will love you dearly, Ms. Abhishek? He is a womanizer, what do you have to say for that? Aren't you gonna talk about it? Say something."
"How will you cope with studies and marriage, Ms. Abhishek?"
Justin is not ready to answer any fucking questions. And he won't let his fiancée talk to them too. "Shh, just keep quiet. These people are only after the benefits of making a name for themselves." He warned her and she nodded.
"Stay back. Make way, make way." The men in black ushered the paparazzi aside as another suit guy open the back door of a black Rolls-Royce CULLINAN for Justin and Priyanka. When Priyanka told Justin about her bike she left in the school's parking lot, he whispered something to one of his men and they left.