ADRIAN'S POV
I watched as she scurried away after making sure to judge me for drinking while driving. She hadn't said much but her face was enough for me to know that she was so pissed off.
"I am sorry." I said one last time before she stormed off holding her bag in one hand while trying to arrange herself with the other.
"Feisty." I muttered.
She was wounded. Badly. I saw the wound when she dragged up her pants. But she won't even talk about it nor even let me atone for my misdeeds. No matter how I looked at it, she looked strangely familiar. I just wasn't able to recall where I had seen her.
I sigh and turn back to walk to the car. I noticed something laying on the floor where she had fallen.
It was a key chain. It had fallen from her bag when I had hit her.
I stooped and picked it up. It was shaped like the head of cats and held just a single key. A key that I am sure can't open anywhere. It looked like more of a souvenir or toy than an actual door opening key.
I turned it around in my hand before stuffing it away in the pocket of my pants. It looked like something that was important to her and maybe, just maybe she would come back for it.
I headed back into the car. The bottle of beer that I had just finished drinking and which had been the cause of my hitting 'miss feisty'. Guilt washed over me as I looked at the object.
I turned on the engine, getting ready to move. I picked up the bottle and flung it on the back seat of the Mercedes. It helped reduce my guilt.
....
Coach Faulkner was not in his office when I checked. I had no other option than to go to Geller's class. I don't know how far her class had gone for the day but one thing was for sure, she wouldn't be so elated seeing me there.
And I wasn't wrong.
"So, Mr Wolfe, why didn't you just order for home services at once. I would be so happy coming over to teach." She was being sarcastic.
It was her own way of talking. Sarcasm. Needless to say, her vocabulary is filled with sarcastic words.
"Professor..."
"What time was the class supposed to start, captain?" She added stress to the captain. A reminder that I was growing wings because of being a captain.
"Prof..."
"Numbers. Time." She interrupted again.
I sighed before muttering a throaty "8am."
I wanted to tell her that it was actually ten. And that the fault was from her and not me, but I know better than talking to Professor Rose Geller in that manner. My grades were already bad enough and my whole basketball career was hanging on her right now.
"Good. And by what time are you showing up?"
She was not even looking at me. I wonder why nobody has been looking at me ever since I left the house.
I didn't answer the question. It was rhetorical or so I thought it was.
"You are not saying anything, Captain." She reminded me that it wasn't rhetorical.
"It's..."
"Go inside Adrian. You have scores to settle with me after this."
I swallowed hard. I should have expected that she would want to see me. Our results from last semester had been compiled and my GPA had dropped badly, compared to the other semesters.
The text from Coach Faulkner earlier this morning had contained the details of my failure and the reminder that I might be dropped from the team despite being the captain if I don't sit up.
I had been warned last semester that I should take this particular course very seriously. For a business administration major like me, Sports marketing and communication is a kind of required business course and I had just failed it.
I stepped into the hall. It was scanty just as expected. The class was impromptu to be exact and not many people could make it to the class especially at short notice. Personally, I wouldn't have gone if not for the fact that I got notified of my 'E' in the course.
Almost everybody in the class had their head bent down and nobody seemed to notice the entrance of the school basketball captain. A hottie for that matter. I had been right; nobody was interested in looking at my face today.
I found an empty seat right in the middle and sat down next to a blonde who had her head down.
"Hi." I said and watched as she slowly lifted her head up.
She gasped out in surprise when she saw me. "Adrian? Uh hi" she stuttered.
I gave her one of my flirty grins and I could see it work. She turned her head to the other side. Her face was pink.
"What is going on...uhmm.. " I didn't know her name so I quickly took a peek at the book in front of her. "Rita Bennett?"
She nodded. "Our results are out and a lot of people failed. Geller is going bunkers." She explained.
It was enough. The professor always tried her best to teach properly, and even offered extra lessons to those who didn't understand. It was not a surprise that she would be furious if there turned out to be a massive failure.
"Bunch of useless and ungrateful fools." I heard the professor curse and I looked up. I hadn't even realized that I was staring at Miss Bennett all this while. She is beautiful and that was not surprising, but it was my first time seeing her here.
"I haven't seen you before." I mentioned.
"There are always a lot of people. I am a communication and media major. The course is a major elective for us." She replied.
I nodded before returning my focus to the angry Geller.
...
"It's either you have a game, or you have training, or a meeting, now look at your result." Professor Geller yelled.
We were now in her office. The coach was there too. I bent my head down, I didn't feel like looking any of them in the eyes.
"Adrian!" That was Coach.
"Coach." I looked up at him. The office had suddenly gotten hot. I was sweating even under the air conditioner as his cold eyes peered right through me.
"What is the meaning of this? You promised that you would take your studies more seriously." He reminded me.
I nodded. I had promised that but at the moment, I don't know what had happened. The result didn't look like mine at all.
"I... I" words refused to come out of my throat.
"Anyways, I'm out of here." Coach said. "Finish up with the professor and meet me with your whole team on the court." He said and stormed off. The whole office shook under his massive build.
I turned to look at the professor. She had her head in her hands. I was silently praying that she doesn't finish with me anytime soon. I am not ready to face Coach.
"You know what? I will come up with a suggestion for all of you, but for now, go and meet your coach."
Just what I didn't want her to do. I didn't argue. I just left the office slowly without saying another word.
Just as I opened the door, I came face to face with Miss Feisty. I was shocked and surprised at the same time. I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. My eyes were stuck to her face, and she looked damn hot.
She is looking like she just stepped out of the shower or something. Her dark curly hair was sticking to her face and she looked sexy.
Sexy and hot were the only two adjectives my head could form at that moment.
"Out of my way." She snapped and I obeyed stupidly.
I decided to wait for her instead of leaving. About ten minutes later, she came out fuming.
"Are you okay?" I asked immediately I saw her.
She looked at me blankly and turned to leave, I reached out my hand and pulled her back immediately. The force with which I had pulled her was strong and her head hit my chest.
"Ouch!" She moaned in pain.
Not again.