19. Fuckery-Fuck

***Emara Stone***

I lie back lazily on the sand.
There are two coconut shells on my breasts and palm leaves down, covering my assets as a bikini. My eyes are closed in a relaxing position as I enjoy the beach, breeze, and the sunlight. It's been months since I relished such a vacation.
Vacations are like drugs. They not only take away your money but give you an exotic experience, a thrill, a trip to adventurous places. Sometimes to even jail and court.
But I think that's what I need, a vacation in life.
I twist and turn due to the itchy sand that goes into weird cracks of my body. "You should invest in stock markets." I hear the nail stylist who is currently doing my middle finger.
There is a big aesthetic smile on her face as she shapes my nail with a filer. Her nails are long like wolverine's claws as they finely hold the tiny nail filer in between and shape my nails. *Fascinating!*
I sip my lemonade and look up at her smiling face while she eats leaves. Her entire face is covered in hair, along with her hands, breast, and knees. I wonder why she doesn't wax or shave?
Her lips are permanently curved up in a smile as I see her plucking more leaves from the tree in slow motion. I think she'll probably need plastic surgery to get that bigass smile off her face.
"EMARA!"
My eyes twitch up in surprise as I open them. Coconuts are gone, leaves are gone, and that hairy nail artist is gone too. "Wake up! It’s already eight-thirty in the morning." Ethan growls like a Godzilla near my ear. I slowly escalate from the bed with my night hairstyle.
"Where is the lemonade?" My eyes run everywhere in the room.
"Lemonade? What are you talking about?" Ethans asks frustratingly. I rub my tired eyes with the back of my palm as I tell him, "I had the weirdest dream. A slot was doing my nails, and she kept telling me I should invest in the stock market."
Ethan blankly looks at me with his blue, swollen eyes. His lower lip still has the deep cut from the fight, which makes him look like a notorious man. The only thing he lacks is a knife and a gun, then he can go for a mafia photoshoot.
"Take this with you." His book spins in circles and crash lands on my bed.
"What is this?" I ask his broken egg like face. "Java's lab manual. Submit it in the lab and don't forget to get it signed." He says then begins to walk away. "Hey, bu-but I am not going to college today." I yell and tell him.
I would never go to that cursed land without the security of my guards. That tyranny Prince of Tomorrow Land must be waiting at the gates to chop off my pretty head.
There is no way I am ever going to appear before him. I didn't accept nor replied to his DM. I am just going to pretend I didn't read his messages for the rest of my whole life.
And about the draft, I have it all in my mind so I don't need the book either. Wow! I am so genius! Genius Princess Emara of Thirsty Land.
"And why?" Ethan's eyebrows squeeze together in a wrinkle as he looks at me annoyingly. "Who is going to drop me and pick me up?” I use my Einstein brain, that normally shuts down during exams.
Ethan rolls his eyes and says, "Dad said he will drop you, so now get ready fast or I will tell him you skip shower every morning.” *This stinky lizard's bitch!*
"Please Ethan, I don't want to go to college today. You know right what happened yesterday, everyone will laugh at me." I beg him not to send me to that evil land.
"Take a shower, dress up like a normal person and nobody will even recognize you." He says monotonously and turns around to leave as he hears my curses.
But suddenly he turns around, his expressions turn dire as he says, "And stay away from him." I swallow hard.
Ethan's eyes turn dark, like a black cloud as he warns me, "Do not ever talk to him, Em. You don't know what kind of guy he is." My stomach twists and turns from inside as I hear his words.
Ethan doesn't even know he is unknowingly throwing me into the hungry lion's den by sending me to college. The lion who is probably sharpening his claws right now and waiting to devour my tiny life. I nod slowly.
"And don't forget to get my manual signed." He reminds me again while leaving.
I lie in my pool of bad luck. I don't wanna go to college and face him alone. I don't know what he will do to my body after killing me slowly with his sword. I think this is the perfect time to pretend that I have amnesia.
I'll get to skip exams and Ryan will probably spare me as a sick patient, *right?*
. . .
"You got all the things?" My dad asks me as I get seated inside the car.
I tried to be sick in all the ways, stomach ache, muscle pain, anaemia, amnesia, fever, memory loss, kidney pain, you name it. Still, my parents didn't listen to any of my medical conditions. I don't know why they are so eager and energetic to send me to college today.
*Why god?*
"Yea!" I reply short. He hits the paddle and we get on to the highway to evil land. It feels as if the universe has made up its mind to make me face him today. I never knew the world could be so cruel, like an upside-down pizza, a chewed lollipop, or like a family-friendly porn.
*I am going highway to hell.*
*Hell who is owned by a demon king.*
*Who looks evil and has my book.*
*Waiting to rip my soul and sell my bones.*
"Emara, you know when I was your age, I had many girlfriends." My father out of nowhere, talks about his past. But I know, there is definitely a boring lecture hidden somewhere in his stories.
"Dad, I don't have any boyfriend." I tell the answer before he would start his psychology mind games. *After all, he is a cop!*
"Hmm, why?" He asks while taking a right. The road is clear today without any traffic, as if everybody wants me to reach my unfortunate destiny fast. *Such a doomed day it is.*
"Because nobody asked me out." I tell him the bitter truth of my life. Yes, I am the untouchable princess of Thirsty Land.
Also, boys are stupid and I hate everyone, if that counts.
"Well, if Internet Explorer has the audacity to ask you to be your default browser, you being a girl can ask your crush out too." My father motivates me to propose my imaginary crush from my favorite romantic books.
*Too bad, they are already booked, had sex, and are now planning to increase their family in the sequels.*
"Dad, just stop. I'll go from here." I squeal anxiously as I look around at the crowded gate of the college. I can't believe we reached so fast.
"You want me to drop you inside?" He asks me. Nobody's parents drop their kids to college. *That's so Un-cool!*
I shake my head in a no and walk out of the car. My eyes eagerly try to find him, though I know he won't come so early.
*What if Ryan wants to simply give me my book back? What if I am just over-reacting?*
"And da-d, umm. I think I will go to Ana's place after college." I tell my father. "No problem, I'll drop you there." He says with a genuine smile. What? No, no. That’s not what I meant.
Before I could explain to him, he paddles the gas and drives away, leaving me with a stuttering mouth. *What the fuckery fuck!*
Everybody's eyes turn to me as I step inside the gate. Their eyes follow me like security cameras. I adjust my hat and lower my head to avoid their thorny gaze that is penetrating my private life.
"That's her, right?"
"She is so basic.”
"And skinny."
"Is she his girlfriend?”
"I don't think he would date her."
My heart feels heavy as I hear their whispers and gossips behind my back. Their words puncture my self-esteem brutally, my vision gets blurry as humidity increases in my eyes.
And suddenly I feel insecure about my body, my face, and my clothes.
*Am I not even Ok types? Fuck it!*