Rather than confronting Sasha and the professor, Chase remained in his corner, hiding as if he was a thief.
As Sasha left, he heard footsteps going in the opposite direction.
He inhaled deeply.
The weariness from running had left him and all he could do was stare at the white wall in front of him.
Any man in his shoes would have confronted them, but he composed himself.
It dawned on him that he had hospital rounds in twenty minutes.
He had no cab fare on him, the university bus was going to leave if he was not going to get to the car park in ten minutes.
He glanced at his watch, noticing Sasha's research papers in his hands.
Though taking the paper with him was the ultimate form of revenge, he could not help but think back to Sasha's character.
She was going to drag him with her, and if the university learned he wrote her paper, he was going to lose his scholarship.
His only life line.
He chuckled, realizing he had risked everything for some unappreciative, dishonest prostitute.
Mostly, he was disgusted with her for making him write her paper when she could sexually buy her grades.
He walked to the professor's door and knocked.
The door opened.
"Ooh Chase, ain't you supposed to be at the hospital?" The professor asked.
Chase gave the man a scowl.
The elderly scumbag was old enough to be Sasha's father.
It was best to report him, but the man was well-connected, as was Sasha's family.
He would lose everything because of a slut.
Travis was right, to her, he was merely a lapdog.
Actually, everyone was correct, but he had been overly preoccupied with his excitement over dating the most attractive woman on campus.
"Chase, is everything all right?" The professor asked.
"Sasha was using my bag and took the wrong research paper," a small voice escaped his mouth.
"Oh, I see. Come on in," the professor said, looking visibly mortified as he took the paper.
Chase was not surprised, the pervert did not check the handed in document.
"You did great… The deadline for submissions has already passed," the lecturer answered. He attempted to strike up a conversation, saying, "I was going through your paper…" but Chase turned and walked out of the office.
The smell of the office was nauseating.
When he arrived at the parking lot, the majority of his classmates had boarded the university bus.
He spotted Travis waving at him in the back seat.
As he boarded the bus, he noticed Sasha in the front row seat, applying makeup.
Her sight disgusted him, so he turned away and went and sat with his friend in the back seat.
"Did the shining armor hand in his princess's assignment?" Travis joked.
Grabbing his bag, Chase took out his phone and started to listen to his music, ignoring his friend.
They arrived at the hospital, and thankfully, Sasha was on a different floor.
Keeping a straight face the entire day, Chase continued with his rounds until it was lunch time.
He walked into the medical cafeteria and joined his friend Travis instead of Sasha.
He always ate lunch with Sasha.
Usually, she paid for lunch while he reviewed her patients' files and fixed any errors she had made.
But now he was done being her lapdog.
Looking back, he felt like slapping himself.
He turned out to be a complete moron, an idiot, and not that intelligent after all.
Gazing at him, Travis asked, "Are you lost?"
Chase Disregarded and unzipped his bag of chips.
Sasha, who was seated in the cafeteria's corner amid a lot of people, stood up the second she saw Chase.
She strode over to where the two men were seated, clearly pissed.
"Chase, are you serious?" She asked.
Chase gave her a quick glance before averting his gaze.
"Hey, I am talking to you, I have four files!" She yelled.
Travis interrupted, saying, "Hey, it is lunchtime, let my dude eat."
"Shut up, I am not talking to you!" Sasha yelled at Travis, gaining the room's attention.
All eyes were focused on their table.
"Sasha, lower your voice," Chase spoke.
"I will tone it down when you move your ass to my table!" She yelled.
Irritated, Chase got up.
Her tone was very disrespectful.
"I said no," he replied.
Travis's jaw dropped.
It was the first time he was seeing his friend standing up for himself.
Rolling her eyes, Sasha asked, "What did you just say?"
Chase answered loudly enough to silence everyone in the room, "I said I am not interested in sitting with you."
The majority of the faculty, staff, and students were aware of their relationship.
"Are you stupid!" Sasha lost it.
"Yes, I was stupid for being in a relationship with you!" Chase spat out.
He could no longer hold in the anger.
Sasha extended her hand in an attempt to strike him, but Chase caught her arm instead.
"Let go of me!" She yelled.
"It's over, Sasha, you and I are done!" Chase pushed her hand off.
The room was filled with murmurs.
Sasha darted her eyes around.
Some people, including Chase, were laughing.
The sheer nerve of it struck her.
"You are dumping me?" She yelled.
"Yes, should I say it again in French?" Chase asked.
"You are such an asshole! You, worthless beggar!" She screamed at his face. "A son of a maid who slept with her boss has no right to dump me!"
Chase lunged at her, but Travis quickly grabbed him and restrained him.
"Dude, calm down" He yelled at him.
"That's right, hit me. You filthy bastard, born of promiscuity!" Sasha growled. "You are a lowlife because your mother, a Baltimore maid, slept with her boss to have you!" She yelled and pointed at Chase's nephew, Xavier Baltimore.
They were both the same age
"We can all ask Xavier!" She added.
All eyes turned to a tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed resident doctor who was sitting in front of the cafeteria, with striking resemblance to Chase.
Xavier slowly got up, having done with his meal.
"Yes, his mommy is our housekeeper; she seduced grandfather," he remarked, evoking laughter from almost everyone in the cafeteria.