JULIE"Whose shirt are you wearing, Jules?" My dad asks, cocking his brow at me. I sigh and plod over to the couch and flop on it with a tired sigh while I throw my knapsack and the bag on another couch. "It's Mr. Taylor's shirt, dad," I say, almost tiredly. I rest my head against the headrest of the couch and take a deep breath. "Oh," he nods in realization, "Did he come to drop you off?" He asks again and I give him a nod, turning my head in his direction. He looks slightly worried and I do not find the reason. "Yeah, because the Bradley siblings already left. I checked your text late, dad. So Mr. Taylor gave me the ride. I was already wet so he let me have his shirt, too," as I continue to tell him, he keeps nodding on what I say which makes me notice that he is willing to know the reason, and so, I continue with my story, "He has a wardrobe in his car, dad!" He chuckles, shaking his head. I chuckle with him but a question pops into my brain which my tongue lets flow out. "But
NICHOLASI slide open the window of my mate's room and cannot help but sigh when I notice that she does not even close the window of her room.Though I know she lives in a high-class society where stealing is not possible but it is not impossible either. And she is not even a bit afraid. Cool, I wanted my mate just like that. But I won't even like her pushing herself into trouble out of curiosity and misunderstanding that she can fight any problem. Well, it is not the time to run my mind and skip the time. I am here to look at her. Just a glance and nothing more. I step inside carefully, not wishing to make noise, and wake her up. I do not want her to scream when she sees me intruding on her room like a darn thief. As soon as I am inside her room, I let the window of her room stay open and look around, checking her room leisurely. I am not surprised to find it white and pink. Just like she is in reality. She looks like a nymph already so I am not surprised to see her choice of dec
JULIE"Well, thanks, dad! Once again I wanna say that you're the best daddy in the world!" I utter with a grin on my lips and my dad just smiles. Like an angel, he smiles. That smile is short but beautiful, one that he passes whenever he sees me or when I am going somewhere. "Because I've gotten the best daughter in the world," he says and leans in to kiss my cheek. This time, he does it. "Aww, thank you! Well, I need to go now! Mr. Taylor's must be waiting for me," while saying that, I cringe inwardly because I know it can have different meanings as well. Dad chuckles, nodding his head. "Yeah, sure! Have a great day then!" He waves his hand and I get out of the car. I wave him goodbye and then make my way inside. Blue and Jeremy are already waiting for me. She is wearing a red one piece and Jeremy is dressed up in jeans and a white shirt. Wow! Ever since Mr. Taylor wore blue jeans and a white shirt, this has become my favorite outfit on men. Every man or guy looks good in it but
JULIEWhen he enters the class, abandoning poor Ms. Hudgens behind, all of us greet him. He greets back and goes to put his stuff on his desk. I watch his every move and so does Jeremy. We wait for Mr. Taylor to grab his chair but he just drags it under the table and stands straight, eyeing each of us. This is his habit. He is setting a target but what is the use? His target is just me. "You," he points out and I follow his gesture. Margaret — she is the target this time. I blink briefly and keep chewing on my gum. "Sir?" She asks, clueless, just like us. And there behind her, Nicole is snickering. I do not think there is anything funny. Maybe she is mentally disturbed. Why does he not scold Nicole and her swine gang? "What's your name?" "Margaret, sir." "Margaret, this is just morning, besides, I don't allow my students to have lunch or breakfast in my class." Wow, what a cool and ruthless teacher he is! "Okay, sir." She takes a tissue paper from her bag and puts it before he
JULIE"Look here," he says and I listen to him carefully. I try not to zone out while listening to him, though his deep voice starts to work on me magically. It soothes my nerves and I want to keep listening to him forever. There will be no end of my satisfaction yet he would be enough for me. Well, having him as my future partner is not a bad plan at all, right? I would live with him if he tried not to scold me every time. But with that amazing fresh scent lingering around his body, I can forgive his angry side, too. I would be a wife like 'whatever you say, honey' because I know he will convince me easily. I sigh, putting my face in my palm as I perch my elbow on the table placed in front of me. Life with Mr. Taylor would be amazing, no? But I cannot believe I am thinking about my future with him. He is an ass, I won't lie. He keeps scolding me like I am a darn immature kid who needs to learn even how to walk or knock. But with that attractive personality, he can earn my forgiven
JULIEWith that way of beholding me or staring at me, I thought he would say something to me — more like scream something to me in his loud and deep voice, so I stayed silent, looking back into his eyes, not daring to look away once I looked deep into them. The silence between us feels great but makes me nervous at the same time. I am not able to understand what is the look he is giving me because maybe this is just the mask that he wears usually. As I start feeling comfortable under his gaze, our moment is interrupted by some footsteps approaching us and then a female voice that runs to converse with Mr. Taylor. "What's that, Ms. Hudgens?" He asks calmly, looking away from me, giving that lady the attention. Never in my life had I felt this disappointment when someone averted their gaze from me. I feel like Ms. Hudgens came to ruin that peaceful moment between us though I understood nothing from his mysterious gaze. Yet I cannot help but frown bitterly, looking down because Ms. Hu
JULIEWhen I do not speak, he starts telling me everything. "Ms. Hudgens had our test papers and I stole them. Look, now we already know the questions. We will study them and get good marks. Then no one will be able to fail us!" He grins and I cannot help but roll my eyes. That was a bad idea. And I am not shocked to know that this is Jeremy's idea. His head can cook any plans. "Hey, Jules! Please, don't do it! You're the only one I've told about this. Blue doesn't even know that I have the damn test paper. If I had told her, she would have gone and complained about me or would have started scolding me midway. You won't—" he is about to complete when I show him my palm, interrupting him. "What you did was wrong, Jer, I'll tell you the same; return the question paper. We'll study hard and get good marks. We don't have to steal a paper and cheat!" I tell him quietly, wishing he would understand that language because I know Jeremy tends to run away when someone yells at him. This is w
JULIEI stay silent. Even I breathe after thinking. I have noticed already that his senses are too sharp. He would easily catch me if I breathed too loudly. I peer at him. He moves to his desk while drying his hand with a small white cloth, and does something on it like collecting the sheets from there. He grabs them and then puts them inside a register. Oh no! My eyes widen like they will pop out of the sockets because the register in his hands is not his, it is Ms. Hudgens' register. And what makes me breathless is that when he looks inside, he puts the sheet away and takes the test paper. He looks confused, his eyebrows knitting together. He scans it, his frown is deep and I know he is thinking about how suddenly he found the test paper. Of course, it would make him suspicious. Because suddenly how can the sheet come back in the register? I swallow, praying while looking at him carefully, and then suddenly, he turns in my direction — more like the shelf's direction. I freeze