Austin's POV
i've been feeling anxious these past few weeks. I don't like what i'm becoming, and I blame Hope for everything. This version of myself today will definitely make cara and julia man.
I admit, hope is fun to be with so as her friends, but their influence was not good for me. I've been skipping class, and always drunk. I don't really smoke, but because of them, I started smoking atleast twice a day. Hope always wants to make out, and I always give in whenever i'm drunk, but I make sure we don't go as far from making out. I'm not gonna do it with her,nor with anyone else as long as i'm not married.
"Austin, come with me in the faculty room," our professor said. What is it this time? As far as I know I didn't do anything nor with anyone.
I quietly followed him inside the faculty where some of the other professor were.
"Sit down," he said as he sit on another chair. He looked at me, and I was quite unsure of what we were talking about.
"Do you have any problems at home?" he looked at me with concerned eyes.
I shake my head with a furrowed brows. "no, we're happy at home. why did you ask, sir? Is there anything wrong?" I asked.
"So if there's nothing wrong in your house, why is your grades dropping? You always skip class, and now I can smell a cigaratte on your uniform. Mind to explain?" he said in frustration.
I shook my head as I don't know what to say.
"You've been my student too last semester, but you were doing great that time. I was just concerned because I know you can do better," he explained.
"I'm sorry professor, it seems like my new found friends were to blame," I sighed.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, It's hope" I admitted.
"Oh now I see. Did you know that Hope failed two subjects last semester?" He said, intently.
"No, I didn't know about that," I looked at him this time.
"If Hope can influence you in a bad way, why don't you influence her in a good way, it's for the both of you,"
"Yes, sir. I'll try my best. I'm sorry for disappointing you. I'll do good from now on," I said, and shook my head in embarassment.
The next thing I know is I'm messaging hope.
"I'm not coming with you, I still have class"
Then she bombarded me with messages, saying how kj and useless I am for not accompanying her in a party.
I spent the day at class, paying attention. My last class was with Julia, so I sit next to her.
She greeted me with annoyed face.
"What's with the face?" I asked her, scanning my notes.
"You're here, nice to see you again in this class, Austin," she said in sarcasm.
"Yeah. Our professor talked to me, and I was so shy because of my action," I said.
"That's nice," she said, then hope came inside the room.
"Oh you're girlfriend is here," she smirked.
"Austin! Come with me!" Hope said in her irritating voice.
"No, I still have class,"I said in annoyance.
"No, you're coming with me," she said.
"stop bossing me around," I warned her.
"I'm the only one who doesn't have her boyfriend there," she said, stomping her feet.
"Leave now, our professor is coming any minute now," I said.
"No! You're coming with me," she said, and pulled me away.
We are outside our room now, "Stop it! not everything you want will happen," I said, as I'm really angry with her attitude.
"C'mon, Austin! We're gonna have fun there," she said in a calm voice now.
"No, let's end this here, hope!" I said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I don't want this anymore, I'm becoming a person I never wanted to be because of you. I'm doing things I shouldn't" I said, and that's the truth.
"You're breaking up with me?" she scoffed.
"I am," I said, sternly.
"Stop messing around, austin! Let's go!" she said as if I am joking.
"I'm not joking. We're done," I said, then left her there standing in the middle of the corridor.
I went back to the room with Julia.
"I'm impressed," julia said, smirking at me.
"I ended the relationship. I'll make things right, and I'll be back to who I was before," I said.
That was good to hear. I'm proud of you, my friend," she laughed at me.
"Anyway, there's one thing i'm not proud of you," Julia said.
I looked at her confused,
"You put the wrong tagged last time on the orders that carlon delivered,"
What? What did I do?" I asked her, confused.