My Boss Is My Son's Dad

III. I Don't Give A f**k

Sapphire

    The sun was beating down on me when I got out of the cab and passed through the gates and in the hallways. I was nowhere else, but in one of my comfort zones. College. Most people looked at school like it was hell, but for me, it wasn't. I loved learning things and studying. 

    I stopped when I saw the hallway to my first class packed with students. 

    Am I early?

    I glanced my wristwatch. It was still a seven- thirty. I looked ahead again and still, there were so many students. Like any other typical schools out there, our school was also composed of a variety and group of students; students of different looks, attitude, reputation, background and personality. Of course, typically, same look, same attitude, same reputation or background, and same personality flock together. 

    My eyes scanned my surroundings. On one side was a group of girls, or rather, women, wearing very sexy outfits that showed off their long legs and protruding boobies. Yup, they were the Wonder Girls, as I liked to call it, aka, the Cheerleading Squad. I must admit they were beautiful and indeed sexy, but sadly, their personality didn't match their beauty. No offense. Too bad. Who was I to judge? But, it was very true and I wasn't going to lie about it. 

    Next stop, my eyes landed on the next groups of students on the other side. The jocks; the basketball team, football, soccer, and some lacrosse practitioners. I wasn't really friends with them. Nope, I didn't have any friends from those groups.  They were too famous, but I didn't know any of them. In short, I DON'T GIVE A f**k. And I didn't want the attention. I hated it a lot. 

    Back to the right, I saw the most hardworking students when it came to academics. In short, they were the nerds. They always had their glasses on and always brought their books with them. They made their family proud by excelling in academics and getting high grades. I actually liked them, but nope, I wasn't one of them. That was all I had to say. They were great people. 

    Last, but not the least, my eyes landed on the group of guys in front of me, at the far end of the hallway. Too bad, they were already looking at me.  The bad boys or the playboys, they called them that. I didn't call them like because I liked to call them a big fat 'FUCKERS'. From the name that I invented, itself, they loved s*x. That was all they I wanted. They slept around with different girls every night and every party. They were ruthless. 

    I wasn't trying to be rude, they had broken so many virgins and poor hearts. Poor girls. Not because they looked so hot, sexy and handsome as hell, you all going to let them your innocence.  Not being judgmental, but I knew almost everything in this college and its students. 

    But, who am I?

    I am no other than, the badass nerd in this college, Jasmine Sapphire Collins. 

But, people call me Sapphire. No, I preferred to be called by my middle name. I grew up in a family of all boys; my two elder brothers, Jackson and Julian, my baby brother, Jared and of course, my amazing Dad, Jaxx. Basically, that was the reason I moved, dressed and acted like a guy sometimes. I was still young, around four years old when I lost our Mom, Jasmine. She died after giving birth to Jared. That was how I got the first name Jasmine. I was named after my Mom. It was devastating for us to lose Mom so early. We missed her so much. 

    I didn't want to be called Jasmine because it reminded me of my mother. I knew it had been a long time already, but it still hurt to think that. 

    Letting out a breath, I clutched the straps of my black Jansport backpack and walked ahead. 

    I was confident in my black high-cut converse, white V-neck tee and ripped black skinny jeans. The rip was very open on my left thigh and one on my right knee. I flipped my curly hair and adjusted my black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of my nose. I never took my eyes off the fuckers when I walked straight ahead. 

    I didn't think the other students noticed me. Only the fuckers did, since they were already looking at me the moment I stepped into the hallway. Surprisingly, I knew all of them. There were four of them, all hunk and around six feet tall. First on the list was Ethan Williams, a dark- haired guy with beautiful green eyes. Second was Luke Henderson. He looked the same with Ethan, only was that his hair a bit lighter and he had huge tattoos all over his arms. Next was Harry Stephens. He was the unique in their group because of his curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. Last, but not the least, was no other than my most enemy in life, Sky Theo Butler. 

    "Look, who has arrived?" He smirked as I stopped in front of them. I said I hated the attention and I wasn't intentionally wanting any from them. They were blocking my way, the door to my first class. It was midterm already and I wished I could survive this semester with these assholes. 

    "Get away from the door, Butler." I wasn't glaring at him, just staring. 

    "Why? You're already late, Collins. The teacher is already in there. Why do you think we would be here outside?" He kept smirking as his friends laughed.

    I kissed the insides of my mouth as I sighed and turned around only for my jaw to drop and eyes to turn into saucers. The hallway was now empty. What was going on? They were already getting into their first subject. I looked at my wristwatch and cursed when it still said seven-thirty. "Dang it." It was broken. My eyes landed on the huge wall clock hang near the entrance of the hallway and I realized it was past eight. 

    I forgot to set my alarm last night and my family didn't say anything when we were having our breakfast. Well, they didn't know my classes, what time was my first subject and my last subject of the day. 

    "What happened to your watch, Collins?"

    I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw at Sky's irritating voice. I didn't know why, but I just found him so annoying. He always got into my skin. 

    Blowing out a breath, I turned around and smiled sweetly at him. That caught him off guard, dropping the smirk on his face. "Yeah." I pouted. "I think it's broken."

Like your broken ass.

    I didn't have to be angry at them. It wasn't their fault. And no matter how hard I would try to bang at the door and beg Mr. Harris, our French class teacher, to open the damn door, he wouldn't. He had a strict policy and that was never letting late people get into his class. That old bald man. I was sure he wouldn't take my reason too. He would think it was a lame excuse. 

    My best friend, Caleb suddenly popped into my mind. With that, I fished my phone out from my pocket and opened it to see four unread messages from him. They were asking where I was, what was taking me so long, and telling me that the class was about to start. The last one made me chuckle. It said that the old bald guy was already in and I didn't have a chance anymore. What could I do? 

    I looked up after putting my phone back in my pocket only to see the four fuckers staring at me. "What?" 

    When they didn't say anything, I rolled my eyes and turned on my heels because I certainly didn’t give a f**k.

***

But I did.

I certainly cared.

It was just funny because I honestly cared about the number one fucker. He had been my crush since first year in high school up until I went to college. I liked him so much that I just couldn’t stop admiring him. I was so blinded but I loved it.

I loved the feeling that my heart just kept jumping in my chest every time I caught sight him. He was a living perfection despite everything. I pushed away all the negative words of description about him. He became my inspiration.

I was so crazy in love with him that one thing just had to happen and it completely changed my whole life. And one thing for sure, I realized I never regretted any of it.

“Mama?”

I blinked, calming my beating heart as I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my baby’s voice. Laying on my side, I looked at him and smiled. “You scared me.” I pulled his small frame to me and wrapped my arms around him.

“What are you thinking about, Mama?” He asked curiously, his voice muffled on my chest.

Your Dad.

I wanted to tell him so bad. Instead, I whispered, “Nothing, baby boy. Let’s go to sleep?” I said, running my hands through his soft brown hair.

What hurt the most was that Storm got most of his features from his father. His hair, lips, eyes, nose, and facial shape — all from his father. He looked exactly like him. The only thing he inherited from me was my attitude. Seth was clever like me.

Even though it brought me all the memories every time I looked at my son, it didn’t give me a reason to abandon him. I loved him as much as I hated his father.

Did I really?

I sighed, closing my eyes as I continued to soothe Storm in my arms. We stayed like that for how many minutes until I had noticed that he was finally asleep. I kissed his forehead and whispered a goodnight.

But, I couldn’t sleep no matter how hard I tried to.

The events an hour and a half ago wouldn’t leave my head even with my eyes closed. It was so hard. It was like I was splashed with a bucket of cold ice without any warning. My breath was caught in my throat that I wasn’t sure if I was really standing beside him with my eyes locked into his own. That it was really him.

But, it was Sky. It was really Butler. It was Theo.

He ran after me.

Why, though?

His words while we were in the locker room rang through my ears.

I’m happy for you.

He didn’t know. And how I wished I could tell him about Storm. But, what if? What if it was true? What if I was really married to someone else? Would he really be happy for me? What if it was him who was married? Would I be happy for him? What about Sky? What about us?

I cursed, slowly getting up from bed, careful not to wake up Storm . I walked out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen and got myself a glass of cold water. The wall clock above the kitchen door said it was already 10:37. I wasn’t sleepy or was I just distracted.

He still looked the same after four years. Maybe, a bit taller? That fucker still looked so damn sexy and handsome, especially in that damn shirt. His muscles was ripped.

Fuck, Theo.

Why am I breathing hard?

 I hate him so much.