Page 10 of Obsession

“But that’s not fair! I studied biology for three years, and now you’re telling me I can’t sign up for it,” he yelled, pushing up his glasses and slamming a stack of papers on the desk.

I sighed and propped my head on my palms. This was going to take a while.

“Talk to the principal, my hands are tied.”

“I’m not leaving here until you sign me up for the course,” he argued, putting his hands on his hips.

I tapped my foot on the floor and waited for him to finish up his conversation, but that didn’t seem to be happening and the clock on the wall was ticking against him, because my patience was wearing thin.

The argument continued, ruining my peace, and no way was I sitting in this chair all day.

I jumped up and walked towards the counter, seeing the other girl’s eyes widen as I walked past her.

“Sorry, there are other people here.”

I tried to remain calm and pushed him aside to draw the secretary’s attention to me. The poor woman was desperately trying to find a solution to get rid of him.

“Wait your turn,” the biologist countered.

Well, that did it.

I approached him, and as he was shorter than me, my breath brushed against his forehead. As he looked up at me, I saw fear cross his features. It wasn’t my intention, but I’d gotten good at it lately.

“If you want to dissect frogs, find a swamp before I dissect you,” I growled and leaned closer to his face. His eyes widened, and I almost laughed when I heard him gulp.

“Sorry, I’ll come back later,” he stammered, gathering up his papers and leaving the office. I watched him go, amusement and confusion alternating on my face.

Was I really that scary?

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would have done without you! That boy eats your soul out, others barely study, and he studies too much,” the secretary sighed.

I turned to her and gave a forced laugh.

“You’re welcome!”

“So… what can I help you with?” she asked with a smile.

Had I already made a connection here? That was good, because she was asking me and not the girl who had been waiting before I even arrived.

“I think it’s her turn,” I pointed at the redhead with the big blue eyes, who looked at me like I had just performed a miracle.

“No! You won the right to go first, I have been waiting twenty minutes for that crazy guy, I can wait a few more for you.”

Her enthusiastic smile reminded me of my father.

“No, it’s fine.”

“I insist.”

It was getting annoying. I was trying to be nice for a change and ended up getting rejected.

“Wait, are you girls Katherine Wrise and Candice Talk?” the secretary asked, peeking over her glasses to study us more closely.

“Yes,” we replied simultaneously.

“I thought so, you two are the new girls. I’ll give you the paperwork in a minute,” she turned to a stack of folders while I played with a pen on the counter, trying to twirl it between my fingers.

“I’m Candice, nice to meet you,” the redhead held out her hand, the smile still on her face.

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