My Professor is an Eyesore

Lesson 26

Lesson 26
Figures

Apparently, I have been trying my best to be a good girl in school because according to an asshole named Rodrick Allen W. Ryan, "If you want to work this out, you should be a good student."

Initially, I reasoned out that "I thought dapat hiwalay ang profession at personal life, bakit ganyan?" I want to annoy him at class pa naman.

"You're hopeless," he mumbled. "Anyway, do you want to have lunch with me?"

Nagulat ako sa imbitasyon niya dahil ito ang unang pagkakataon kung sakali. "Are you sure? Uhm, kasi, 'di ba... We are here in school."

May vacant period ako pagkatapos ng isa kong klase at saktong mayroon din siya. He messaged me a while ago to meet him here in the library.

"Yep, we can eat in my office naman." He was casually getting random books on the shelf, opening then returning them one after another.

"Hindi ba makakahalata yung colleagues mo?" Nasa kabilang banda naman ako ng shelf. Kaya kung titingnan kung mula sa malayo parang hindi naman talaga kami magkasama dahil nagmumukhang naghahanap lang kami ng mga libro.

He grinned. "Nah, I already told them I have a student who need extra consultations with me." Sakto namang magkapantay ang mga librong kinuha namin kaya nakasilip kami sa isa't isa.

I narrowed my eyes. "You don't say na ako ang student na 'yun, RR."

"Ikaw nga."

"But they'll think na grabeng slow ko naman for me to consult with you almost every day?!"

"Eh, I want to have lunch with you. Ayaw mo ba?"

"Gus– I mean, pwede naman." Binalik ko ang libro na hawak ko kaya natakpan ang view ko sa kanya. I realized we reached the end of the shelf.

"Okay, starting tomorrow, punta ka sa office ko. I'll cook our lunch," he looked around and when he is sure no one sees us he faced me, "but you're going to wash the tupperware.  Okay?" He leaned close and touched my nose with his index finger.

I sighed. "Ni 'di nga ako naghuhugas ng dishes before but yeah, fine." I rolled my eyes.

The bell rang which means next period na. "I gotta go," I don't know why I did it but since his face was too close I quickly kissed him on his cheek, "bye!"

* * *

"Romulo." Pagkatawag sa apelyido ko kinuha ko agad ang Filipino test paper ko mula kay Mrs. Cortez. Sinilip ko ang score ko.

37/50.

Damn! One point na lang hindi pa umabot.

"Masaya akong sabihing karamihan sa klase ang pumasa. Isa lang naman ang 'di pumasa," anunsyo ni Mrs. Cortez.

I cursed under my breath. Ako lang pala ang hindi nakapasa sa quiz namin.

"Ma'am sino ang 'di pumasa?" Genera inquired.

"Hindi ko maaaring sabihin, Ms. San Lucia."

"Oh, baka si Cheska?" she turned her head towards me. "Ikaw ba ang hindi pumasa?"

"Yes, may problema ka?" I raised my paper and showed her my 37/50. "Masaya ka na?"

Genera seemed to stifle a laugh. "Awww, sorry, Cheska," she fanned her test paper to herself to obviously show her 50/50 score.