Chase walked into the university campus, taking long heavy strides, out of breath and exhausted from running.
His phone was already buzzing with hudrend missed calls.
His girlfriend, Sasha Cruz, one of the most beautiful medical students at Boston University, kept calling his phone.
Most male students envied him and chalked it up to luck, because if Chase had not been the top student, Sasha would not have looked his way.
Everyone believed Sasha was just using him.
Chase did not give a damn, he adored Sasha despite all of her craziness.
His sharp mind had landed him a gorgeous girl, so he felt like the luckiest man alive.
Most men landed hot girls with money and no one gave opinions on that.
He was not bad looking though, tall, black-haired, blue-eyed, intelligent, selfless, and always put the needs of others before his own.
His only shortcoming was money.
He did not come from a poor family, instead, his circumstances made him poor.
At age 24, everything he achieved came from his intelligence, which no one was ever going to take away from him the way they had taken away his birthright.
His phone rang again, compelling him to run.
Sasha was going to kill him.
He rounded a corner and saw Sasha pacing around, obviously agitated.
With a stunning slim build, long, curly blond hair, and flawless green eyes, she exuded beauty.
Despite her outburst, she was pacing around Chase's best friend,Travis, who was occupied with a game on his phone, totally ignoring her existence.
Chase hurried over to them.
He apologized and stated, "I am here."
"Where is my paper!" With a yell, Sasha grabbed the papers Chase was holding in his hands.
"I am sorry, I had to run all the way from the Baltimore mansion to here," Chase apologized once more. "There are no cabs in the area."
With cold eyes, Sasha looked up at him, "Buy a fucking bicycle or sign up for a disabled wheelchair program!" She spat out.
Chase dropped his eyes, he had heard worse from her.
But soon they were going to graduate and he was going to afford most of the things a boyfriend was supposed to have, like a car.
"I swear, if I am late submitting this, I will ensure that your paper is also rejected too!" She added before quickly walking away.
Withholding all of his words, Travis looked up gradually.
Sasha's attitude was one of the forbidden topics between the two friends.
"She has at least fifteen minutes to hand in the paper," Chase said with a phony smile.
"Are you aware that writing her research paper on her behalf is prohibited?" Travis enquired.
Chase shrugged him off and sat down.
"I believe I wrote your last research paper," he pointed out.
"Only once, and I was going through a heartbreak," Travis corrected with a laugh.
Chase laughed and said, "You wanted to drop out of medical school, so technically I saved you from becoming a future depressed jobless dependent."
He winked and took some papers out of his bag, saying, "Besides, I know your style and Sasha's writing style, so no professor will tell the difference."
"Well, whatever, but you have become Sasha's lap dog," Travis replied.
"Whatever, as long as we graduate together," Chase replied. "Shit!" He cursed.
"What?" his friend asked.
Chase hastily stood up and handed his bag to Travis, saying, "Sasha has taken the wrong paper."
"How dull is your girlfriend? Didn't she check?"
Chase disregarded him and took off after his girlfriend.
He was already tired, but Sasha submitting the incorrect paper was going to be his fault.
A portion of their final exams included the research papers, which served as their year-end assignments.
She was already furious with him as things stood.
He proceeded directly to the professor's office after reaching the elevator.
He hoped to run into Sasha, it had not taken him long to realize there had been a mix-up before she left.
He therefore had no doubt that she was in the vicinity of the offices.
The corridors were empty.
The majority of the lecturers were either in the hospitals or in class.
As he coughed up, he could hear his heart thumping his chest.
Approaching the door, he walked with more stride.
Before he could knock on Professor Cotton's door, he heard moans coming from behind it.
He took a moment to catch his breath.
It was not long before he recognized the moaning voice.
It was his girlfriend Sasha.
Even from a mile away, he could recognise her moaning.
Travis always joked she moaned like a Japanese character in anime.
His hand gripping the research paper clamped as he swallowed hard, his heart slowing down.
His friend was always warning him about her.
There were also rumors about her with some engineering students but he always gave them a blocked ear.
But he had to be certain, so he knocked forcefully and hurriedly hid in the hallway corner with his eyes fixed on the door.
After a few minutes, the door finally opened, and Professor Cotton walked out, peeping.
"There is no one here," he said walking back into the office.
A minute later, Sasha walked out, her hands busy tugging at her skirt as her eyes scanned the surroundings.
"I heard a knock, are you sure? she questioned.
Chase's heart slammed against his chest as he hid away his world crashing in front of him.