Fuck This Shit
Point of view: EMARA STONE
It’s been seven minutes and twenty-seven seconds since I have started analyzing the syllabus, planning from where to start traversing through this evil labyrinth ‘Introduction to Java’.
But I don’t want to be introduced to Java.
I shake my head and focus on my motivation note in front of my study table,
o Clear this semester
o Get a job
o Get a boob-job
I close my eyes and take deep breaths to calm my mind and align all my seven chakras as Naruto does.
Inhale... Exhale... Enter... Exit...
After a few seconds of deep meditation, I throw my books, notes, pens off the desk as I feel no inner spiritual powers kicking in.
“Fuck this shit.” I kick the table and abruptly stand up as hardcore frustration builds in me.
Suddenly I sensed a rich aroma surrounding me, I couldn’t help but take a few sniffs in the air. *Sniff* *Sniff*
Probably that chair fell. Like I care. Huh!
My tiny legs walk fast in a flash as the smell gets engulfed in my head and my taste buds start to leak saliva in my mouth. As soon as I enter the kitchen, I witness a shirtless guy whose shoulder muscles keep bulging out as he flips the pancake in the air.
His boxer is hanging so low on his hips that I can see a quarter of his buttocks peeking out the bands.
What’s this lousy piece of shit doing here?
That’s the first thing that came into my mind but after watching him making pancakes I control my sass.
“Ethan, my favorite brother! I knew you loved me boo.” I shriek in excitement as I see chocolate spread on pancakes. Oh my god! Pancakes with Nutella.
“I am your only brother, Em. And this is for my girlfriend waiting for me in my room. You can exit.” Ethan replies crudely. Not only do we share the same birthdate but also the attitude. Probably from our mother.
I fist my hands tightly as I feel like to slam that same hot pan on his face, then run away with the pancakes. No one is above food.
“I thought you might be celebrating your awesome graduation party in some fancy hotel.” Though he is just a minute older than me, he has a brain of a robot and here I am stuck in the seventh semester from the past one year.
“No, we are going to Europe as a vacation. Party is so cliché.” Ethan smirks as he turns around to give me a look. And wink.
This son of a biscuit!
His audacity to wink at me when he knows that I have an exam tomorrow, although I should be graduating with him if I had passed. If. I. Had. Passed.
I’m not a complete idiot, I just don’t have any interest in studying and scoring appealing grades. Getting a degree is so mainstream nowadays. Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg, Steve Jobs nobody has a degree yet they hire people with Harvard degrees.
It’s not about marks, it’s about creativity. And I am creative as fuck.
“Em, mother again showed me a guy’s bio that fits for you. If by next year you didn’t graduate or get a job, she will force you to marry that businessman. And I won’t be able to do anything to stop her. So, focus on your exams.” Ethan’s voice sounds soft while his eyes show concern for me. He takes Nutella in one hand and the plate with pancakes in another and walks away silently.
Ethan’s words felt like a huge pinch in my chest. I don’t want to be a pawn in a deal or marry some boring aged businessman who doesn’t even know sex positions more than just three.
I keep wondering why he took the Nutella when he already spread it on the pancakes. Wait... Oh! Ewwww.
I shake my head as images of his girlfriend Lucy covered in Nutella dances in my head. His words float like helium balloons in my mind as I walk out of the kitchen with no pancakes.
I need to get a job. I need a degree. But first, I need to pass.
My legs automatically take me to my room. I see my clothes, books, towel, papers, and pens on the floor lying freely which makes it even harder to search for the floor.
I bend down and pick my books, notes, pens off the floor and keep it on my study table. I pick the chair and dust it which I had kicked a few minutes ago then slam my ass on it.
“I can’t fuck this shit. I need to graduate.”
I remind myself that I am doing all this for my freedom, for money. I need to pass. I need to graduate.
And I need to buy a new Nutella jar too.…