Late! I can't believe I was late for my first class. I was currently lost and running through Diggs Hall looking for room 398.
"Where the hell is it?" I said to myself. After being at this University for nearly 4 years you would think I would have some sense of direction but I feel as lost as ever. Since the fire burned the old Diggs Hall down and with enough donations the Historical Williamson University was able to build this massive building.
I was over twenty minutes late and I was already feeling reluctant about taking the class. It has nothing to do with the class itself but the professor in particular. In fact, he is the main reason why I was late getting to class.
I can't forget my best friend Carmen's excitement, when I told her I had Blaire as one of my professors this year at a late lunch today. I had been sitting there waiting for Carmen at our usual hangout spot, Gigi's Café. She was already ten minutes late and she knew how much it irked me when people were late. My friends would call me anal but I liked to call it punctual.
I had been sipping my caramel latte when my mind started to relax. I began to feel excitement because it was my last semester at the University. It would finally be one of the best years of my life. It was the year that all my hard work, late-night study sessions, fingernail biting and eye gouging, had all led to. I would be graduating and earning a B/A in History.
"Yay me! You finally did it Emma," I screeched in my mind and gave myself an imaginary pat on the back.
Winter break had come and went and now I was approaching the beginning of a brand new spring semester. It was a bittersweet moment to be leaving behind Williamson and the beautiful state of Virginia. However I would soon be trading it in for the hot summer sun of California, so I can't complain. I had just received notice over winter break that I had been accepted into Stanford University for the fall semester for Pre-Law.
I wasn't the only one thrilled about me getting into one of the most prestigious law schools in the country. I can still remember the smile on my Father's face. His smile was quickly followed with, "I am so proud of you Emma, and I know your Mother would have been proud," he said just a week ago. Again I was left with another bittersweet feeling as I thought about my Mother. She died when I was twelve, from ovarian cancer. Her death left my Father heartbroken and his solution was to focus on his new big time architect ventures and investments. With the death of my Mother, I came to identify him as an absentee Father, who relied on nannies to raise his preteen daughter. It was when I was thirteen that I was awaken to the harsh reality of my Father's test trials with the nanny's. A friend had dished to me about the rumors involving my Father fucking nearly all my nannies and several mom's from the country club. For years I had nannies and my Father had a new women. They were all vying for a chance with the young and wealthy Tom Carrington. However, once the women desired more than a casual affair, they were often carted away. I had had a total of 11 nanny up until I was sixteen. When I reached the prime age of sixteen, it was agreed that I would attend an all-girls finishing school in Connecticut.
"Emma!" I heard a high pitch voice yell my name. I woke up from my small moment of relaxation to see Carmen, my very late best friend. I watched her cross the room catching the eyes of the male population occupying the café at the moment. Carmen was the first friend I gained at college and she also was my dorm mate for two years. She is a sultry Latina, who has rich caramel color skin and has legs that go on for days. She seems giant when comparing her 5'8 height to my 5'6 height. She also has luscious long dark chocolate locks that make my honey blonde hair seem quit dull. Then to add the icing on the cake, she has curves in all the right places that make me slightly jealous when I compare my B cup size to her D.
"Hey Carmen," I speak to her as she sit down.
"Jesus, you had me thinking you had gone deaf over the winter break," Carmen said laughingly and I giggled.
"No, not deaf, just thinking about this semester and how in less than 5 months we will graduate!" My voice no longer hiding my excitement to be so close to finishing. Carmen smiled brighter, when I mentioned that we were both graduating this year.
"I know right, but it seems so sad, you will be leaving me...Rose and Jessica," she said as she frowned. Rose and Jessica are our other two best friends. They both graduated last year from Williamson. Rose, who is the oldest is currently working as a nurse at Sentara and Jessica works as an event planner and own an upscale restaurant with her parents in the city.
"You guys are welcome to come visit me in the hot sunny sun," I smiled at her. "We will have so much fun!" I commented.
"I know...but it is so far," she said as she pouted. She and everyone else have been riding my back about me going so far. With my LSAT scores I was able to get accepted into Yale, Williamson, Penn, and of course Stanford. However I was tired of the east coast and I had to take hold of my Manifest Destiny and migrate west. I knew if we stayed on this subject, I would be steady arguing my case and decided to focus our attention on our current classes this semester.
"So who did you get?" I asked her.
"I got Hill this year for Calculus," Carmen said with exasperation. "What shitty luck this year for me. I got all professor that have hard on's for making student suffer," she said as she huffed.
"What do you expect when you plan on becoming a Mathematician," I stated as I tried to hide my smirk. "I am just lucking I got all my math finished with last year, now I just have Government, English and Humanities to keep me going this year," I said as I sighed with relief. Yes, I would have all easy classes this final year...well except for Government.
"Don't remind me about anything history related...I have Mr. Price a.k.a "Old Perverted" for U.S. History," she said with another groan. I recall having him two semesters ago. He was indeed a very old lecherous man in his late fifties and more likely will face a sexual harassment lawsuit in the near future, judging by his perverted commentary on the female sex.
"So, I got Price for History, Hill for Math, and Casey for Humanity," she said as she looked at her schedule.
"Me too, I got Casey for Humanity and Fulton for English," I said to her.
"Who do you have for Government?" she asked me. I knew she would asked me and I knew she had some inclination on who is teaching Government...everyone knew...ever since he came...nearly two years ago.
"Who is it?" she asked with more determination.
"I have...Blaire," I stated quickly. I was barely able to get his name out before Carmen screeched.
"Really?" she yells. I hush her quickly but she is grinning from ear to ear. "You got that gorgeous God?" she asked me.
"Yes, but it was not by choice," I finally answered.
"Why not...do you know how bad I wish I was a History major so I had a reason to take his class?" she practically yelled at me again.
"You know why," I stated with a scowl. Sebastian Blaire was everything wrong with the male sex. I mean sure he was gorgeous, if you like that Greek God look. He had deep green eyes, dark hair, and the movie star smile that was made to melt the panties off the female sex and a few males. He was an arrogant, male, misogynistic pig that not only sleeps with his female student but probably half the staff at the university.
"I think your being a little bit bias," she smirked. "You've never even met the man," she stated.
"But I have heard and seen enough of him, he is nothing but a misogynistic pig that sleeps with anything with a skirt," I stated my previous thoughts. Some would just say I was sour because I want to be with him or that I am a feminist man hater. However, that is untrue I don't hate men, I just hate that particular type of man.
My Father was liked that after my Mother's death. I remember those women and when I grew up, I desperately never wanted to be anything like them and I never wanted a man, who...I hate to say is a male whore like my Father.
