Me Before Him
I'm Jaron Collins Junior. At this very point in my life I still have nothing figured out. I've got two Sisters, Adney who likes to tease me Everytime she can with the facts that she's got more prince charming flooding her DM than the ones in my dream and Lory who Just won't let me keep any of my good stuff. She'll forcefully take my new Fendi Tshirts and watches and be like "oh please, it's not like you have a girlfriend you can hand it to". So here I am, standing in front of the mirror at 7 in the morning reminding myself that it's a new academy, a new year and it has to be a new me but just before I reach out and grab my grey jeans, I pause for a bit and smile, flexing my body a little to the left and then to the right. I'm not a jock, I'm not so chiselled but I'm cute. My chocolate dark skin would glow in the sun. I'm slim, tall, like 1.78 tall with short well combed dark afro hair. I have a bubble butt and smooth skin so that has to count right? I Know within me that physically, I'm approachable cos c'mon, I've got a charming smile paired with dark brown eyes and cute red full lips. I snapped out of it and grabbed my jeans and jumped into them, then I glanced at my wardrobe and spotted the right chilli red Tshirt. I was ready as I headed down stairs in my basic red and black sneakers. I wasn't ready for breakfast tho so I just ran pass the dinning room with a "goodbye Mum, good bye girls" cos even though I did not want to say it, they were all I had.
At the University, I studied Logistics and everyday was pretty much the same except for Saturday nights when I'd go out with a few course mates and things would occur, then we'll become friends and so on. College stuff right?
I never thought of moving into one of the dorms at school because I lived in the same City and did not see a reason to. So I'd just board a bus to school everyday. I might be late some days because of the rush hour and it's hassles but that was still not enough to make me move into a dorm.
Not like I've been unlucky with relationship or anything but I just had what I was looking for. I had my ratings, my standards and all of that idea so I didn't take serious the ones around me.
Professor Daniel Mars was one very tough professor. He was almost completely unlikable by his students because of his methods. Lectures to him is lectures from start to finish, no jokes, no questions and nothing. He makes no extra contact whatsoever with any student and he heads straight home after lectures. He was difficult and everyone knew this but what ached me the most was why no one could score an A in his Mystical Mathematics exams, or so I hear them call it. So I decided to take up Maths. I knew scoring an A at first, the an A+ will make me popular in School. I thought to myself that If I couldn't be amongst the cool guys in school, then I don't mind being the biggest nerd on Campus and then get Googles to acclaim that title.
I don't like Mathematics, I'm not so great at it. I knew this. But I knew also that I was smart and determined so unless he's unjust when marking script I should be alright, I should be alright.
There are so many ways I could have gone about getting to the math class schedule and requirements but then I chose to go directly to Professor Mystic Mars. I waited one Tuesday after class for everyone to leave since he's usually the last to leave. I wanted to be sure that he notices me. And don't worry, I dressed Abit more formal in Abit so he could take me serious. As I walk towards him, I felt my heart beating as if it's about to drop to my stomach. I started feeling like it's not going to turn out great. I felt like it was a bad idea to be this bold. I wanted to turn back so bad but I was close at it seemed too late. With a leap of faith, I took a Sigh and then opened my mouth to go straight to the point when I heard "Class is ended, I had 30 minutes to get home to my daughter, but now it's left 27, so you're not here to waste my time Right Mr Collins?" Professor Mystic Mars said carelessly, focusing on compiling the documents before him. My heart stop for a second but it felt more like a lifetime and then it made more sense to me. I could see a pink handmade band on his wrist, I could see a wedding ring, a picture of a Beautiful blonde woman and a cute blue eyes kid in a cuddle position. That was fine with me but the hair on his chest as he loosened the first two shirt buttons to feel more at ease really got me. "Sorry sir, I'd better get going now" was what I recall telling Him. It wasn't a success but I'm on a mission. I've got to restrategise.
