Casper's POV
Brrr brrr!
I groan as I turn to my left. Switching from my previous position, I lay flat on my stomach and snuggle into the sheets. The sleep was so good.
Brrr brrr!
'Who calls someone by midnight?' I snuggle again, trying to bring all the sheets over me.
Brrr brrr!
"Fuck." I mutter as I search for the phone on my desk, answering it. "He-"
"Get your dumbass to class NOW. If I don't see you in the next five minutes, I'm gonna kill you." The phone cut off. I check the huge ass clock on the wall, 10:45am. Shit.
I hurry out of the bed, tripping over the sheets I had gathered earlier. I rush to the bathroom to do my business before picking out some clothes I hoped would fit as I got dressed.
Incase you wondered who called, it was Darla. My highschool friend. Darla isn't someone I want to piss off, hence the rushing.
I got inside my car driving off to school. I quickly rushed to class just in time to see the professor stepping in. I followed him quietly inside as I make my way to sit beside Darla.
I checked the time, 11:10am, before looking at her. She uses her thumb to slowly imitate slicing her neck. I immediately knew what that meant. A promise that she's going to kill me.
I looked to the front trying to remember why she wanted me to come early to class. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not usually late to class but I'm not always early either, kind of a 50/50.
Then I remembered that we had agreed to meet early to revise our project topic before presentation today. Yeah, I'm truly dead.
"Good morning class, I apologize for being late." The five groups remaining were supposed to present today but that would be on the next class. There's a couple things I would like to teach today....." I zone out as I turn to my left facing Darla, giving her a huge smile.
She responded by giving me the middle finger, making me chuckle. Yup, that is Darla.
I've known Darla since highschool. We were friends first before we had a friend group named the 'popular group'. She was and still is my best friend. She's beautiful, with black shoulder length hair. I was only a few inches taller than her. My height being 5'9.
She's the first real friend I ever made in highschool. We had a friend group but she was my closest friend. We shared our personal secrets with each other and rely on each other. She's my best friend. But don't let all that full you though, she's still crazy sometimes.
We both decided to attend this university together and study business administration. I remember us being so excited when we both got admission. We had FaceTimed our friends, Eric, Chloe, Liam ,Ben and Bia screaming.
The university has been chill. I got a room at an apartment near an area around school while Darla got one opposite mine. We had begged our parents not to stay in the university's dorm. We had schooled in a boarding school and stayed in the dormitories. We wanted freedom. The apartment I stayed at was fun and I had already made several friends. More like party friends.
"Why the fuck were you late? If the professor hadn't moved the presentation to tomorrow, your dumbass would have screwed us." Darla said crossing her arms. She wore a white crop top, a dark blue jeans and sneakers. Her hair fell softly on her shoulders. The class was over now which meant it was time for questioning.
"Come on D, I-" I paused as she gave me a death stare at the mention of the nickname I gave to her. She absolutely hates it, saying it sounded like it was shortened from dick. I knew she was kind of right but I didn't care, I like annoying her.
"I mean, Darla, I'm sorry I slept late yesterday. But let's look on the bright side, the professor moved it. Let's meet up at my house and go through it." I said trying to change her mind from killing me.
"You're so lucky he moved it." She said shaking her head. "Anyway why did you sleep late? As far as I know, there wasn't any party yesterday."
"I was watching this murder series, its really good. I only wanted to watch 8 episode but ended up watching the whole 16 episodes. I'm so tired and sleepy." I groan resting my head on the table.
She laughed standing up. "We still have three more classes today so suck it up."
I stood up too. "But my freewill says I can go home and skip classes."
"Yeah and watch your freewill betray you with-" she stops as her phone rings. "Hello?"
I zone out as my eyes catches a boy with two other people beside him. I could only get a glimpse of his side view because they walked away fast but he was very familiar. I couldn't put a full face or a name to him.
"Hey, I gotta go. Aria's kind of sick." Darla said, making me forget about the familiar boy.
"You're skipping classes? Talk about freewill." I said smirking.
She rolls her eyes walking away. "Shut up, I'll come by later."
I shake my head with a chuckle. Aria is Darla's friend, they stay in the same apartment opposite mine. She major's in engineering . She's a sweet, cute and beautiful girl. Darla likes her so much and not in a friendly type of way.
Yeah, Darla is a lesbian. She came out to me when we started university. I'm the only one who knew she's a lesbian, not that she was still in the closet according to her, but that it wasn't a big deal.
Of course I understood her. I had came out to her during senior highschool as a bisexual. But the difference was that I was still in the closet. No one except her knew I liked boys.
Not that I was scared or anything, it's just that I have only been interested in one boy. Just one boy.
"Hey Casper." Milo said with a backpack and two luggages. I was at my apartment now because I decided to excercise my freewill today.
Milo was my next door neighbor. He's in his third year and is so much fun to be with. He's at every party you can think of and with every girl who smiles at him. He has never had a serious relationship in uni, earning him the fuckboy tittle.
"The semester just started and you're off to a vacation?" I said looking at his luggages.
"Nah man, I'm moving." He said laughing.
"Moving? To where?" I can't believe he's moving. Who's gonna be the life of the apartment now? He organizes most of the apartment hangouts and parties. He pays for drinks from his personal cash as well. Again, he is the life of the party.
"You know the apartment across the Lone way street?" When I nodded my head he continued, "Yeah that's where I'm moving to. I heard they have amazing house parties and lots of girls." He finished. Again, fuckboy title.
"So you're ditching us? Such a hurtful betrayal." I fake being hurt. "Call me if you're in need for a threesome." I said smiling.
He comes close whispering, "Dick is big enough for her." He said with a smirk, making me burst into laughter.
"Yeah right. Don't forget to give me a call when there's a party okay?"
"For sure. But don't worry, my replacement isn't some good kid. Anyway, see you later." He said walking away.
I head inside my room. The room was big and comfortable for me. A bathroom, kitchen, living room and a small spare room. There's also a balcony. It was my safe space.
I take a bottle water from the refrigerator, gulping as I scroll through my phone. I entered my class group chat curious of what they're were talking about.
Anon 1: I think he's transferring to our department. You know the professor is my uncle, he told me.
Anon 2: Wait are you bragging about the prof being your uncle or you're telling us about the guy?
Anon 3: I feel like she's bragging.
Anon 4: Guys let's not stray from the topic okay? He's coming to our class, let's talk about that!
Who's transferring to our class that has everyone excited like this?
Anon 1: yeah, he's right. Although I'm totally bragging about the prof being my uncle, let's not forget what we're talking about.
Anon 2: But why would he transfer here though?
Anon 5: Do you think it's because our girls are prettier than Law's major?
Anon 6: He must be hella rich to transfer from Law to Business Administration during second semester.
Anon 1: That's what I'm saying!! He's handsome, hot, rich, intelligent and good in bed.
Now I'm very curious who this guy is? Is he very popular?
Anon 3: How do you know he's good in bed though?
Anon 1: cause my friend told me. They hooked up.
Anon 4: Can you send a pic of your friend here so we can know his type?
Anon 1: No need for that, I'm his type. My friend and I kinda look the same so...
Anon 2: He has a bad taste then.
Anon 1: FUCK YOU MADISON!!!
I exit the group confused. The guy transfering must be very popular for them to be reacting like this. I wonder who he is.
My phone rings and I see it's my mum.
"Hey mum."
"Your voice sounds awful. Do you talk to girls with this voice?"
"Mum." I whine. She's really good at teasing me. I love her.
She laughs. "I just wanted to ask if you can tutor the son of a friend of mine. He's transferring to your department so my friend is asking if you could give him a small tutor on last semester?"
Coincidence? Maybe he's the same guy the people on the group chat were talking about. If he's anything like they described then I would love to tutor him.
"Okay mum. Just text me his number. Does he know he'll have a tutor?" I asked.
"Yeah he knows. I send it to you. I'm suspicious why you agreed immediately, no tantrums?"
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"It's you, so no...?"
"Do you or do you not want me to mum?" I asked rolling my eyes.
"Fine fine. I'll text you his number. Bye." She hangs up. I smile wide as I think about the countless opportunities I would get from being his friend.
I got a text from my mum and Darla. I opened my mum's message to see she sent his number. I saved it and sent him a text introducing myself and asking if we could meet up.
I opened Darla's message. She said she wouldn't be be able come by later as she wants to take care of Aria. I gave a small smile to the text because I know how caring Darla is and how she likes Aria.
But the thing is Aria doesn't even know Darla likes her. And Darla doesn't want to let her know. She fears it'll ruin their friendship because Aria told her she has a crush on someone else.
I understood the hurt in Darla's voice when she told me Aria only sees her as a friend. And on top of that, she liked someone else. I understood clearly how it feels. I really could share her pain.
After all, I've had a one-sided crush before. Just that, I wasn't even his friend.