I Hate Her

“The art of getting things done through people. Planning, organizing, leading and controlling..." And so she defined. Yawned... I was yawning again and so I heard her...

"Social unit in which two or many people interact to achieve a common goal on a set of goals..." There she goes and a chalk landed straight on my head.

"You come on here and define management.”

"Huh... What the hell???" I mumbled.

"What did you just say?" She looked straight into my eyes. Without any smile, of course.

"What the hell, miss, " I responded decently.

"Well, get the hell out of my class!" Hence, I took my bag and made my move out of the door.

"Fucking old chick...!" I moved around as I fed her a sloppy little look.

Feeling amused to skip her boring class, I left happily to the café and bought me a coffee, before I walked straight to the park, where I took a place under the tree, resting my heavy brain.

On the spur of the moment, my eyes set on the parking lot, as I saw that shiny black Volkswagen of hers. Ha-ha... That's indeed a pretty great idea. There I go, talking to myself again. Quietly I made a move to the parking lot where her car stood while my sight cautiously watching around, to be sure there’s no eyes observing my action. I reached my backpack, searching for my motorbike's key from its compartment. There it is. I took it out with a smirk. Now... Let me instruct you a lesson or two, Miss Rina! This is the original definition of the management. Without giving a second thought, I marked --- “I Red heart Rina for Management..." right on the driver’s door. There... A line scratched on her machine. She certainly will going to find out and punish me after this, for this, I was very sure of it, nevertheless, I didn't care if I must confront...

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...er hand inside my jeans' pocket. Oh...No...

"Ha-ha..." She laughed and held the keys to my eyes. Surprisingly, she pulled my head close to her and kiss my lips... for a few seconds, before she let me go and then she said...

"And that's for being fucking impolite to me all the time."

At that point she added, "You really want to play a game, huh? Let’s play... Andrey. This is merely a beginning..."

She grabbed my helmet and started the bike as she threw me a flying kiss before she drove away. I couldn't believe my eyes that the bitch just went away with my beloved bike and I did nothing to stop her...!!! What am I??? A coward or something??? She left me standing there alone with pairs of eyes still looking at me with grins and smiles on their facial expressions. And me??? I had to catch a bus home. What a bloody shame!!!

Consequently, that was how the story begins.