No Ones Pov
Like, seriously?! she fumed, her footsteps echoing angrily down the corridor as she stormed toward her classroom. First it was dinner, now it's breakfast! Next, he's going to demand lunch, then he'll tell me to be his full-time personal chef, and then he'll probably make me clean his entire mansion! What am I to him? His babysitter?! His wife? She spat a quiet curse, utterly frustrated by how much of her time this man was hoarding.
Finally reaching her classroom, she slid through the back door just as the professor started writing on the board. Vivien slumped into her usual spot- the very last row. Tuning out the lecture, she folded her arms on the desk, laid her head down, and let her eyes close. She didn't care about the class material anyway; this was the perfect, peaceful spot to catch up on her desperately needed sleep.
After what felt like hours, the loud ringing of the campus bell echoed through the hallways.
