Canteen buzzed like a hive of low-level chaos. Calla slumped into her usual seat, tray in hand, still floating somewhere between pride and confusion.
Her two best friends, Pia and Jennie, immediately pounced.
“Ninety-five?!” Pia gasped.
“Did you hack the quiz or sleep with the demon himself?” Jennie added.
Calla nearly choked on her rice. “WHAT? No! I studied.”
“With Satan hovering over your shoulder?” Pia teased.
Calla smirked. “Maybe.”
They leaned in like hungry crows.
“Okay. Fine. I had a private study session. Saturday. Four hours.”
Jennie squealed. “Alone?”
Calla just sipped her drink and smiled.
Pia narrowed her eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Maybe.”
“What did he wear?”
Calla grinned. “I have something to show you. But I’m not sending it to your phones. Swear it.”
“SWEAR.”
Calla unlocked her phone, angled the screen.
Cue synchronized screaming.
Jennie slapped the table. “WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO LOOK LIKE THAT?”
Pia drooled. “Black t-shirt? Jeans? BOOTS?!”
“He looked like a hot villain in a Netflix show.” Calla muttered.
“Send it. Please.”
“No. If this leaks, I’m dead.”
They whined, pouted, pleaded. She stayed firm.
But what she didn’t say?
The hickey banter.
The girl who “wanted to eat him alive.”
His actual laugh.
His visit to her apartment door.
The group of men teasing him like boys.
She couldn’t tell them. Not yet. The teasing would be lethal.
But inside?
She was smiling.
Still... something tugged at her.
Who was that girl?
The one who left those marks?
Jealousy surged, uninvited.
He didn’t seem like the type for casual hookups—but hey, four hours with her on Saturday... bumping into her at the café... visiting her apartment on Sunday... that didn’t sound like someone with a girlfriend.
Maybe it was a one-night stand.
Boys would be boys.
Even cold, untouchable ones.
But did he like hickeys that much? He hadn’t tried to hide them.
She sighed.
“I’m doomed,” she whispered.
Pia raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”
“Nothing. Just... academic burnout.”
“Sure, sure. Academic with ABS.” Jennie giggled.
Calla hid her face behind her cup.
But her smile didn’t fade.
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Sir (Lecture like a weapon)
Romance📘 Title: Sir Lecture like weapon. Cold. Control. Precise. He doesn't touch. He doesn't smile. He doesn't break rules. Until Calla Reyes walked into his classroom... and his control began to shatter. Calla Reyes is the quiet heiress no one sees comi...
