Chapter 103
- HAZEL -
I hate being on periods. It’s the next thing close to hell a lady passes through every single month. Like a tiny reminder that we’ve got a grudge with nature by not bearing fruits and ‘multiplying’ an already filled up earth.
I roll my eyes. Being pregnant is no different. I have seen a lot of pregnant ladies and I have to say I’m not the least interested in going through that. At least, not so soon, so for now, periods you’re my new best friend.
Just for the five days at least. After then, I hate you.
I’m walking down the hall leading out of my department. I’m done with classes today and can’t wait to head to my dorm. I’m starving. I need to grab a meal first then shower, eat, study and sleep.
My stomach still cramps really badly but these pain killers are helping me a great deal. I dip my hand inside my bag to bring out my phone. I don’t know if it’s just me or everyone gets uncomfortable when walking without their phone in hand, even though the phone is in a bag which is on us or a purse. It just bugs me when I don’t have it in my hand. I always feel robbed of something important especially since the hands are the most useless parts of the body while walking. They just happen to be everywhere and it’s hard to think of what to do with them. Dip them in your pocket? Keep them in front of you or by your side?
At least when I’m holding my phone, I have just one hand to worry about. The one which will hold my bag or purse so I always get both hands covered and occupied. I finally find my phone in the sea of books, pens and writing materials, makeup and pads, a lot more gibberish, and meds and my laptop. My fingers wrap around my phone and I attempt to bring it out when a feminine voice rings in my ears.
“Sup girlfriend.” Carol swoops by in front of me and continues walking by my side. The way we randomly collide in the hallway sometimes is crazily cute.
“Hey.” I say, keeping my concentration on my bag, which hangs by my side from one shoulder as I zip it, and the path before me. Once my bag is fully zipped, I hang it over both my shoulders and look at her. “You good?” My gaze lands on her, studying her from head to toe. “You look good.” I smile then turn my face ahead.