Wendy's POV."Wendy, what's wrong with you, why are you suddenly looking pale?" May asked and I felt her hand on my arm. "I have to go, May, I'll see you later, I really have to go," I muttered hurriedly, veering around and rushing to the administrative block. My heart was beating frantically against my ribcage as the starkness of the command echoed in my head. It was just a text message and not a voice message but the raw order got adrenaline gushing into every part of me. Lord I didn't plan for this kind of life after the tragedy that befell me, all I wanted was a peaceful quiet life. A life free from my past, a life where I do not have to worry about my past popping up like those annoying ads on apps. "Wendy!!!" I heard my name but the confusion in me was too great to care about whoever was calling me. Why would the professor call? Why the fuck was I panicking because of his text? It was normal for a teacher to call a student but why was my heart running a marathon because of
Wendy's POV. The race down the stairs was fast, tiring, and yet a futile one because I knew there was no way I'd make it to class before him. He's using the fucking elevator, how am I supposed to make it to the fourth floor before him, it was at this time I wish princesses have real princess power, I know I'm dethroned but I can still have my powers, right? My shoes made a squeaking sound as I ran down, my heart was racing and thudding loudly in my chest, my throat felt dry and my mouth was having this odd taste I can not even explain, sweats covered my body but I had no time to even clean it. I'm such an empathy case right now. As I took the last step down, I nearly slipped and due to my battle for stability, I had a sprain in my ankle and despite the discomfort I felt, I could not allow it to penetrate me nor did I allow myself the liberty to feel pain. People were staring at me as I half ran and leaped towards my department but I didn't care. If I get a bad grade, I'll not be q
Wendy's POV. "Ouch! Careful May, you wanna damage it further?" I asked May angrily while she was trying to help me apply some of her aunt's medicine to my ankle."I'm sowie baby, I don't intend to hurt you, it looks pretty swollen, we could have gone to the hospital you know." She muttered childishly and began to blow the sprained part; an action I think it's childish but looks cute. May is just everything to me right now. Yeah, she's annoying and acts silly but all we got is each other, just me and her ...oh, plus Aunt Linda, the happiest and most content soul I've ever met. "Stop blowing it, you're only making it worse," I said and when she shot her head to look at me, I rolled my eyes and relaxed my head on the cushion."You're annoying and really crazy." I heard her but I chose to ignore her and she got the message because she went back to doing her job. I might not be a princess again but I had to enjoy the feeling of being spoiled sometimes, it just feels good and I don't th
Wendy's POV. "Oh, Lord!" I cried as we stepped out of our apartment, my leg was hurting so bad that I just wanna be sedated so I'll go into nothingness."So sorry dear, you'll be fine honey." Aunt Linda soothed me as she helped me down the stairs towards the packed taxi. "May, get your ass down here now!" Aunt Linda shouted harshly for May who was busy putting on some make-up.That silly girl was putting on make-up at such an odd hour when we were supposed to be on our way to the hospital. Aunt Linda helped me into the car and got in the passenger seat in front. May was supposed to be with me at the back but the ridiculous girl was nowhere in sight "I'm sorry ladies, I just had to apply some...""Get in now, you crazy child!" Aunt Linda huffed, cutting May in. May just grumbled and slid into the car with me, as the car began to progress, I got ready for Aunt Linda's wrath. "You silly child...""C'mon Aunt May, I'm here already, you don't have to utter profanity on my entire gene
Wendy's POV. "Good evening ma'am." He greeted with all modesty looking at Aunt Linda with an extended hand. His scent wafted into my nostril and I chastised myself when I inhaled more of it. What was he making me do? Making me think?! "Hello, good evening, it's good to finally meet the famous professor." Aunt Linda said softly and took his extended hand into hers. "Wow, I don't know what to say." He said with a chuckle before withdrawing his hand. "Hi professor, it's good to meet you... I mean see you." May stammered and I know she's flushed right now. Gawd! When will that girl learn to control herself when it comes to this man? "It's good to see you too..." He paused obviously not getting the name, I doubt if he even knows her name."May... My name is May." May was quick to fill in the missing phrase."Oh, yeah, Miss. May." He said curtly and I heard May giggle. The way he's being all Mr. Nice was provoking me, I know that he's anything but nice. He's such a perfect deviant,
Wendy's POV. "You're insane! You would only get things worse!" I exclaimed when I recovered from the shock of his statement. I don't care if I say ridiculous things at the moment, the man is planning to cripple me! And there's nothing I can do about it. However, instead of responding to me, he just flouted me and returned his attention to his phone again."A doctor is different from a professor! Doctors and professors are two different professions!! Now kindly drop my leg and let me be." I warned and tried to move but the pain seemed to have numbed me. A low sigh escaped his mouth and he looked at me again,"Stop struggling darling, I can be anything for you so being a doctor isn't an exception. How hard can it be? I would browse the internet and follow the instructions, relax, it won't be that hard." He said in a calm voice that I find unbelievably annoying."Are you kidding me?! You wanna get my leg amputated and you want me to relax?! Is the word silly written on my forehead?" I
Wendy's POV. The walk to class was one of the most tedious things I've ever done in a long while. In a real sense, I'd prefer to work several shifts than to walk to class. I should have listened to Aunt Linda and taken the wheelchair but I was claiming to be a strong woman."How are you feeling now Wendy, sorry dear." One of my coursemates sympathized with me and I gave him one of my best forced smiles. I don't like the idea of everyone telling me sorry, I hate it when I am in a state of sympathy, all those pitiful stares and sorry from different directions make me mad. I hate to be in a vulnerable state, it's not just me. "You should have listened to Aunt Linda and taken the wheelchair, it would have been faster and much more convenient for you," May muttered and I just scoffed. "And attract the whole world's pity, no thank you, I think I love it like this. It's stressful but I know I'll manage, you can walk ahead, I'll catch up.""Nah, if we're gonna be late to class, we'll be la
Wendy's POV. I stared at the note in my hand and sighed for the umpteenth time that day, I didn't know why I hadn't trashed the note. "I can't believe you're still going through that short note over and over again, people have sent you a longer love letter and you'll trash it without even reading it, what's so special about this one? It's just so few letters, though I must admit that the chocolate was top-notch, it was delicious." May said and smacked her lips."You don't have to talk so loudly, we're in a cafeteria, May." I reminded her, taking a peek around to see if we attracted unwanted attention but none was gotten."And so, what's their business? You have a secret admirer who sent you sweet chocolates, is that a bad thing?" May asked with a scoff and I rolled my eyes.It's at such a point that I hate May's I-don't-care attitude, she's such a loud mouth. Her attitude has helped us sometimes but most times, it lands us in an embarrassing dangerous situation. I picked up the note