Page 2 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
I dragged myself out of bed, feeling my head spin, but determined to get to my Calculus III class. Knowing it would be chilly in the brisk September air, I put on my blue Columbia hoodie. I grabbed a pair of jeans and my favorite running shoes, needing to run off this hangover. I took my bag and jogged to campus. Bile rose in my throat twice on the way, making me think I would throw up, but I powered through it, feeling my head clear before I made it to class.
I opened the door, taking a seat near the back right as Professor Dune came in, setting his things down. I love calculus, but Professor Dune severely diminished my love. He wanted the problems solved his way only. Even though sometimes they were wrong. God forbid you prove him wrong, too. I need to get through this class.
Hailey:Lunch at the quad today?
Hailey sent me a text. She and I always ate lunch together as our schedules lined perfectly for it.
Olive:Sounds great! Professor moody pants here, is driving me insane.
Hailey:Drop his class. There's still time. Or maybe see if you can switch professors?
Olive:Maybe. I'll talk to my advisor. I can't stand this ass clown.
The hour dragged on as Dune continued his stupidity. I know I couldn't be the only one questioning how this man was a professor here. Finally, class was over, and I zoomed out of there, booking it to my advisor's office in hopes she was there. I don't think I've ever gone to her office before. We mainly communicate over email, or in her classroom, but never in her office. I went to open the door, staring at my phone was now flashing Julius' name. I rolled my eyes, feeling annoyed when the door suddenly swung open, hitting me right in the face. The door knocked the phone out of my hands, crashing onto the floor.
Just my luck! I'll need to buy a new one.
I grabbed my nose as it gushed blood down my mouth. What is with my luck this week? The guy, who was responsible for my misery today, looked at me, horrified. His dark circles and lingering sense of impending doom clued me in to his freshmen status. I remember feeling overwhelming pressure, needing to be perfect.
"Are you okay? I am so sorry!" He rushed to me, handing me tissues he had pulled from his pocket. They looked clean, so I took them, squeezing my nose and leaning forward. "Please let me take you to the on campus clinic."
I shook my head, trying to tell him I was fine, but I think I had bitten my tongue when he opened the door too. My nose didn't feel broken, but looking at this poor guy, I figured it won't hurt to be seen for his sake. It's free for us, anyway. The guy looks nice enough, despite his accidental tendency. His jet black hair was parted down the middle, layered nicely to frame his face. He was pale and wore a black shirt with black pants. Stylish, black-framed glasses adorned his face over his clear blue eyes. He was pretty handsome for a freshman, and now I feel more embarrassed than anything. I pointed to my phone for him to grab, and he did.
"Shit, it's broken. God, I'm so sorry! I'll get you a new one," he swore as he walked me to the clinic. I shook my head no. He was honestly saving me from Julius.
We arrived at the clinic, scaring the poor nursing students that had started their clinic hours. They hurriedly took me to a room down the hall, accompanied by the guy, so he could explain what had happened. He swore he would leave after he spoke to the doctor on my behalf. He must think I am mute now.
"Good morning Ms. Brewer. What brings you in to-" The doctor stopped short as he looked up from the chart with my information. "Oh, my." He grabbed the rolling stool sitting in front of me, inspecting my nose carefully. "What happened?" He looked at the guy beside me.
"I wasn't looking, and I opened the door hard, hitting her in the face. It was an accident I swear!" He told him.
"Well, good news is your nose doesn't look broken. We'll get it cleaned up. Are you hurt anywhere else?" I stuck my tongue out, pointing to it. He wiped it several times, surveying it.
"Bad news is you're going to need a couple of stitches on your tongue. That's a pretty big hole you bit into it." I sighed, rolling my eyes.Of course.
"Let me go get a nurse or two." He told me as he tossed his gloves and left.
"Dude, I am so sorry! I feel so bad. Give me your address, and I'll bring you a new phone later today." He held his phone out for me to type my address in. I raised a brow at him, wondering if he was joking. He's a stranger. I'm not giving him my address, even if he is hot. I shook my head at him as he continued to hold the phone out. "Okay, how about you tell me where and when you can meet?" I typed in,quad at noon. That's when Hailey and I meet. This way, I won't be alone either. He read it and nodded. "I'll see you there then, Ms. Brewer." He smiled, leaving as the doctor and his nurses returned.
I didn't look up, feeling so embarrassed at the moment. I heard the doctor telling them what needed to be done as he took a seat in front of me again. He put his gloves on and got to work, leaving me with the taste of metal and rubber as he looked at how best to stitch it.
"There we go. Good as new. It'll be sore for a few days. Avoid straining it as much as possible. I'll print some after care instructions for you."
Great, I wonder if it'll tell me when I'll be able to use my tongue to talk again?
I found an empty table out in the quad, pulling my laptop out. I typed out the politest email I could manage to my advisor, hoping to switch my classes. It was only 11 now, with the sun high in the sky, warming my skin nicely. The door fiasco and the doctor’s visit made me miss my other morning class. I had to send my professor an email explaining what happened and asking for today's assignments. I sent him a picture of my aftercare instructions with the date printed as proof.
I sighed, closing the laptop and my eyes. I let the sun soak into my skin, filling me with endorphins as I enjoyed the surrounding nature. The warmth of the sun was suddenly gone, so I opened my eyes to look at the cloud large enough to block it. Only it wasn't a cloud. It was Julius standing in front of me. I scowled at him, cursing the freshman now. I can't even yell at Julius. Instead, I have to sit and listen to him give me his shitty excuses. I opened my laptop, typing out my response to him already. I knew what was about to come out of his mouth.
"Liv, I am so sorry."
No, you're not. I typed on my computer, turning it to show him. He furrowed his brow at me.
"You're not even going to talk to me now?" He sounded mad.
Nope.I typed in front of him.
"This is childish, Liv. We need to talk like adults." He whined.
