Chapter 357 Strange
Professor Evans was losing it, yelling like a madman, then just plopped down in his chair, looking all defeated and letting out this huge sigh.
The other two teachers in the office were giving Brad and me these weird looks—like they couldn't decide if they were jealous, worried, or just felt bad for us.
Inside, I was crying a little. Professor Evans had just called me a femme fatale. Seriously?
I was just a regular girl wanting a chill life. How did I end up with this crazy accusation from Professor Evans? All I wanted was to get Brad out of this project. Did he really need to blow up like that?
I thought, 'Chill out, Professor Evans. Getting mad isn't good for you.'
Honestly, most of what he said was kinda true, even if it was a bit over the top. Alright, we gotta keep pushing.
"Are you taking it or not? Hurry up." Professor Evans was fuming again, slamming his hand on the desk so hard everything on it jumped.
Brad and I both nodded quickly. Professor Evans stopped mid-slam and smirked.
We never stood a chance against him.
Brad led me out of the office. I was still a bit out of it, rubbing my ears that were still ringing from all the yelling.
It wasn't until we got outside in the sunlight that I snapped out of it, feeling a mixture of happiness and sadness.
Happy because my hard work was finally getting noticed. This was a big deal for my painting career.
Sad because Brad was gonna get even busier, and seeing each other might become a rare thing.
My phone buzzed a few times. It was the school forum, all about my achievements in the FutureVision project. Some articles even reviewed my past few years, like when I gave up a guaranteed spot at the Northern Institute of the Arts, making my mentor cry. They said Jane from National Capital University had achieved what most people only dream of through sheer effort.
I gotta admit, those posts made me feel a bit better.
I asked, "Brad, you moving back to the dorms?"
Brad said, "What, babe, you can't stand being without me? Don’t worry, I'll try not to move. If I have to, I'll visit you a lot. Remember, babe, no matter where I am, my heart and soul are yours, and no one can change that."
Then Brad tried to rub my neck, but I dodged.
Brad got the hint. That made me feel better.
"Who can't stand being without you, you narcissist." I stomped my foot, embarrassed, and ran off.
I thought, 'We're young and need to focus on our studies and careers. Love has to fit into our schedules.'
I had just been praised by Professor Evans, so I needed to keep up the good work. No slacking in my studies or painting.
At ten in the morning, I had a public class. Walking into the classroom with my books, I was surprised by the applause.
I looked closer and saw Professor Evans at the podium. Over a hundred excited students were sitting there, all looking at me with respect and admiration.
I mean, yeah, I did achieve something, but this was a bit over the top. I kept bowing and thanking everyone until the classroom finally calmed down.
After class, as I was heading out with the crowd, a few familiar faces came up to me, saying they were my fans and wanted to learn from me. It made me feel kinda shy.
In the afternoon, I had to head over to Crystal House to paint. Brad was swamped, so he just texted me to eat on my own. I decided to skip going home for lunch and hit up the cafeteria instead.
The weather had cooled down. I ran from the classroom building to the cafeteria and ordered a hot bowl of noodle soup.
I found a quiet spot, sat down with my noodles, and was about to dig in when someone plopped down across from me.
I looked up and saw Adam's annoyed face. He was staring at me so intensely that I put down my fork.
I thought, 'I can't have a normal relationship, and now I can't even eat my noodles in peace. What did I do to deserve this? Why is everyone giving me grief?'
"What do you want?" I asked, feeling a bit ticked off.
"I need to ask you something. My attitude sucks, but don't take it personally; I'm not mad at you," Adam explained, which was rare for him. His expression softened a bit.
I picked up my fork again, grabbed a piece of veggie, and chewed it, asking him with my mouth full, "What is it?"
Adam looked frustrated, like he had no outlet for it. "What's your deal with Amelia?"
Amelia? Why was Adam asking about Amelia?
"Do you know Amelia?" I asked, totally thrown off.
Adam said, "Never mind that. I saw you chatting with her on the bus that day and wanted to ask you about her."
I remembered chatting with Amelia on Facebook on the bus to Forest City. Was that when he noticed her? It's possible. Amelia was listed under her real name on my Facebook, not a nickname. But it still felt weird.
"Why do you wanna know about her?" I asked cautiously.
Adam's face flushed red with anger, but he seemed to hold back. "I just want to know how she's doing, no other reason."
I was even more puzzled. Amelia was a stranger to him, right? But he wanted to know how she was doing? He must have some other reason.
"If you don’t explain yourself, I'm not telling you anything," I said, crossing my arms and standing my ground.
When it came to my childhood friend Amelia, I had to be careful.
"You gotta tell me why you're suddenly interested in Amelia and what you want to do. Otherwise, I'm not saying a word about her."
Adam got really mad. Since I wasn't cooperating, he stormed off.
I thought Adam's sudden interest in Amelia was super strange, so I considered talking to Amelia about it.
But just as I took out my phone to call her, Lillian called.
I hadn't talked to Lillian in a while, so I was pretty surprised. I kept eating my noodles while chatting with her.
I asked, "By the way, Lillian, what's up with Amelia? She was so into Ryan; why'd they break up?"
Lillian and Amelia lived close to each other, and their moms were good friends, so Lillian usually knew a lot about Amelia's situation.
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