- I'm not trying to look like anything! - I mean in a harsh tone.
My head was beginning to throbbing, and I, who see very little without my glasses, begin to see everything cloudy. Still, I can see a girl coming out of the broom closet, fixing her skirt and blouse. I frown when she looks at Ryder playing a blinking kiss. I shake my head with disgust when the brunette passes by me with her micro skirt, short blouse hopefully falling and a ten centimetre jump on my feet. It was Janice Michel, the campus bitch. She was such a whore, she'd taken that title from Tiffany. Janice went out with everyone from college and was about to be crowned the queen of the tramps next to Ryder, who was the king of the libertines.
- Hey, come here! You wouldn't happen to know this is a college, would you? - I ask as I go down to pick up the books that were still on the floor.
- Why is that? - he says ironic. - Are you offering a tour to introduce me to the campus?
I look at him quietly as I let out a laugh.
- Dream on! - I whisper with disdain, - We'll never be friends, who'll say take walks together.
Ryder smiles at me in a sexy way and I frowned.
- Oh, boy. Aside from being a nerd, are you a psychic? - he asks, picking up a quantum physics book that I used to read in between classes.
- Stop calling me a nerd! - I say snitching. - I'm not a nerd!
Ryder laughs as he continues to pick up the remaining books.
- Well, then it can only be the right daughter of a politician. - ...he watches in a debauched tone. - Quantum physics? Who in their right mind reads quantum physics?
I pull the other books out of his hands so hard, Ryder makes a face.
- People with IQ! - I answer with irony. - Since you questioned it, do you happen to know what IQ means?
Ryder faces me with his arms crossed, making me smile ironically at him. He breaks his neck to one side and responds:
- Who cares?
I close my eyes to contain a feeling of fainting and, when I open them, a nausea takes over my stomach. That hit had been stronger than I thought.
- Are you all right? Ryder asks if he'll come over and take my arm. - Come on! I'll take you to the infirmary.
Ryder was pulling me in the opposite direction, but I pull my arm angrily causing him to become unbalanced.
- I don't need your help or charity! - ...I'll answer with a harsh response. - I might as well find my own way. Besides, you have a visitor.
I whisper in his ear, staying on tiptoe. Ryder was much taller than me, measuring about 1.90 in height. He looks at me confusingly and frown. With a smile of satisfaction, I point to the end of the corridor on his back, from where the dean had been taking hard passes. He makes a face knowing he's gonna get beat up.
- Sir, Taylor! Why am I not surprised to find you here? - the dean says sarcastically. So look at me and he made a face. - Haven't I already told you that my campus is not a motel?
My smile falls apart and I widen my eyes looking at the dean.
- You don't think I was here with this idiot, do you? - ...I shoot indignantly with a frown of disgust. - Because if that's the case, I'm already saying that you're wrong to think that I'd lock myself with that imbecile in that or any closet.
- Hey! - Ryder says indignant when he hears the words "idiot" and "imbecile".
- All right! All right! What are you doing here that's not in the classroom? - the dean asks.
I take a deep breath to contain a fissure in my forehead.
- I was running toward his class when this fool came out of the closet and hit me on the forehead with the door.
The dean looked at her and then frowned as I was getting paler and paler.
- Miss Evans, are you all right? - he asks with concern pointing the rooster. - This is very ugly. You should go to the infirmary to see that rooster.
I make a face and put my hand on my forehead.
-- That's exactly what I'll do. - I answer with a sigh. - That's really hurting.
- All right! All right! - the dean says smiling. - I'll justify your absence. In this way you keep your history immaculate.
- Thank you! - I say with relief that I don't get a foul. I start to walk, until I stop to face Ryder with fun. - Oh, by the way! Good luck to you and your "Who cares". I hope you get out of this one without too much injury.
Laughing, I walk towards the infirmary, while Ryder frown, making a frustrated face. I can still hear him banging one foot on the floor and mumbling.
- Fucking nerd!
***
After passing through the infirmary and receiving a dressing, in addition to painkillers, I follow to the next class. I sit in my usual seat and open the book. There's a buzz in the room and everybody's looking at
