Ashed!!

"Relax Rachael.It is just coffee. If I was to ask you out on a date,it would be to sweep you off your feet and out through the window."

"A girl can dream,I wonder how that would feel,"she said.

As the words left her mouth,Ash knew she  had found a thread to pull .One way or the other,he would find her vulnerability and manipulate it .Its funny how human beings, I mean girls  reveal their deepest of desire over coffee or popcorn in a few sentences. Rachael wanted to be loved.

She was just a few hours into campus.It was politically incorrect to be unravelling herself to Ash seated opposite looking at her with a penetrating gaze that pierced her soul, as though he was trying to read her mind .In her head,Rachael was replaying the last conversation she had with her church sister.She knew that she should be warry of the devil and his deviousness. What they didn't tell her is ,he had a  handwriting: cute boys that exuded charm and an aura of confidence ,you can't help but be intrigued .

Even without the sermon, she knew that in those two minutes they were together, campus was about to get interesting. Wait,she hasn't even unparked yet but here she was deciding the course her life would take over coffee!!!

Rachael had a roommate called Mispar.The reason she had not unparked,was she found her deeply rooted in pursuit of the eleven minutes of pleasure. She gave her a look as though to suggest, "don't be so dense,this is campus."

When she came back from being Ashed, she found Mispar lying in bed, out of this world.Rachael tried to make it clear that she will not fall in sync nor subscribe to peer pressure .Mispar was certain that she wouldn't need to.It was a default around Atlas university. For her sake,Rachael hoped she was programmed differently,.she could not picture herself sleeping around, or even worse, sleeping with anyone.

Rachael's alarm went off at 6.She jumped out of bed only to hear Mispar cursing at her .Was she a primary school child or on a tight leash? .As she got ready to leave ,Mispar turned and looked at her .The laughter that left her lips made  Rachael quiver,it was definitely directed to her.

"Where are you going dressed like that?" Mispar asked.

"Class of course!" She retorted

"If you step out like this,you are about to become a meme!You sure need a wardrobe change"

The mirror screams pretty and my aura spells modest.Rachael clearly could not feel she was overdressed .

"Don't you think its ironic, that you're a fashion major but your dressing screams ramapithecus?"

That was harsh. But Rachael can be ratchet and she could not believe someone had the temerity to hold her up on her fashion, the girl was literally dressed in little nothings. She grabbed her books in one hand and gracefully walked away.

That was the first day .More were yet to Come,would she shed skin ,grow wings like a butterfly ,she didn't know.All we have is time

Let's walk with Rachael. 

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