I chewed the end of the pen in my left hand, quietly as I watched the Maths Professor explain an equation that none of us could solve then jotted down quickly with the pen in my right hand, just the way I had been doing since the class had begun.
I tuned the Professor's voice out, thinking about last night's soccer game.
A frown instantly covered my face when I remembered the blackhead player.
I couldn't help but wonder why he stared at me like that.
Did he know me from somewhere? Had we met before? Well, that would be impossible as I barely went anywhere.
Now, I regretted not saying something to him. There was something about him that intrigued me and made me want to know more.
I sighed as the Professor's voice drifted back into my ears.
Focus, Kesha.
But that was so hard as the class was boring.
My eyes darted around the large hall, noticing the majority of the class was snoring away.
Just great.
I continued my survey and paused as I spotted a mop of black hair.
What was he doing here?!
I could see his side profile from where I sat. And I suddenly had the urge to see his mesmerizing sea-green eyes again.
I hid my smile and looked away, zoning my attention back on the Professor and silently praying for the long class to be over.
A few minutes later, he dismissed us, and the ever-impatient students all rose simultaneously, causing a stampede in a bid to leave the hall at the same time.
I sighed as I took more time than necessary to gather my things.
I glanced at Mig, again. He was still sitting, his eyes on his phone, oblivious to his surroundings. I couldn't even find any backpack on him.
Ugh. Guess I was doing this.
My heart pounded loudly against my rib cage as I trudged over to him.
I took in deep breaths, convincing myself I was doing this for Sapphira. Once she ended up with a guy like him, she would never be doing one-night-stands again. I was pretty sure about that.
I tucked my cheeks in as I got to where he sat to avoid blushing.
"Hi." I squealed.
If he heard me, he didn't hint.
"Um...hello. You must be Mig,'' I continued, a little loudly.
He looked up at me and I almost choked from how close I could see his eyes.
His eyes flashed for a moment and then recognition swam in them.
I swear, his eyes were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
His eyes dropped to my lips and then wandered down slowly. Lingered on my tits then farther down before resting back on my face.
No guy in a good mental state would give me a once-over like that because the glare I gave anyone before they even thought of starting a conversation that would only deafen my ears, would be enough to make them control their stupid balls and turn the fuck, back around.
But he just did and strangely I didn't stop him and didn't even think of stopping him because his sultry gaze held me in place and for the first time, I felt self-conscious in front of someone. A guy, to be precise.
Oh, boy.
I couldn't help but admire his attractive features again.
He screamed nothing but perfect.
From his ebony-black hair to his amazing sea-green eyes that were shielded by long lashes.
Yep. He was perfect. Perfectly gorgeous.
Or was it his chiseled jaw that was just so goddamn rigid to be human?
Let me not even get started on his toned torso. His muscular arms bulged out from his sleeves, impressively and his sturdy calves completed the look.
Yeah, I knew I couldn't see every one of his body parts right now but with what I saw yesterday? Yeah, he could pass for attractive.
I swallowed when he just sat there, watching and waiting.
Oh my God, Kesha!
You're checking a boy out! A boy.
I groaned inwardly when his stupid attractive lips thinned into a smirk.
" You're that player, right? From last night?"
"Are you looking for something?''
He scowled, looking impatient and uninterested in the conversation.
I could immediately pinpoint an accent. Strange because it sounded neither foreign nor American. Something in between? But it had to be European, surely.
And of course, someone with such good looks just had to be unnervingly rude. What a beautiful mistake.
"Hi," I repeated, clearing my throat.
He shook his head, looking amused as he glanced down at his phone.
"Are you looking for someone?" He drawled, looking back at me.
" Um, I just... came to talk to you. Remember my friend from last night?"
"Hey, are you lost or something?" He snapped, ignoring that whole sentence I just composed. Oh, wow.
I frowned, feeling like a big idiot. How sad those beautiful pink lips spewed out nothing but disaster!
I tried again.
"I just wanted ---"
"Hey, handsome."
A brunette brushed past me and I watched in amazement as she stepped in front of me, obscuring my view.
His eyes glazed over and he smirked at her, ignoring me like I wasn't standing there.
Okay... that was totally rude.
I gave her a quick once-over.
She had dark brown hair and honey-brown eyes.
She had full lips that were colored a dark red.
Long lashes. That was artificial, of course, and curves in the rightful places.
She knew she was attractive and I bet that was why she had no problem, flaunting herself.
I resisted a snort.
" Hey, Chess, been looking for you everywhere."
Now, it was Chess?
Oh, well... Sapphira, I tried.
I glanced at them again. She was straddling him without shame and they were making out, oblivious to their surroundings.
Jeez... hormonal teenagers. Multiple emotions swam around in my stomach and I bit my lip when I realised my thoughts.
Oh my God, it isn't your business!
Great. Now, I was obsessive.
I rolled my eyes and slung my bag properly on my shoulder.
I huffed under my breath at how easily this guy was able to get me riled up when we had barely talked for five minutes.
He held her back a bit, her arms still locked around his neck and his around her ass with both of their gazes on me.
"You were saying?''
He smirked, looking amused.
Fuck you!
"Never mind,'' I snapped, glancing around to see if anyone had been watching our drama.
"Sorry I was being a bother,'' I drawled before turning around and heading for the exit.
I made sure to put extra effort into sashaying widely before I walked out of the hall.
Asshole!!
*****
"Hey, bitch.''
Sapphira smiled at me as I took off my shoes, rubbing my feet.
I smiled back.
"So?" She started.
"How was your date last night?'' I filled in, bringing out my notes and textbooks from my bag.
"Oh."
She chuckled, rolling her eyes.
" He was fun and oh, he's French. His accent is amusing and beautiful."
She smiled, cheekily.
I giggled at the way she turned red.
" Monsieur Français?"
"Oui, oui.''
She smiled and we made it three seconds before we dissolved into laughter.
"His name is Pierre, though and he's really nice. I think I like him."
She chuckled again, looking away.
Oh, wow, she was blushing and from the way she was trying to be so subtle about it, it looked like she was gonna stick around a little longer.
I put a hand to my chest dramatically.
'' Oh my God, did Sapphira just agree to settle down?"
"Not promising, though."
She winked.
"Okay, because Miguel's taken.''
She gasped, fluttering her long lashes.
"How do you know that? Stalker, much?''
She glared at me like I had stolen her last piece of candy.
I raised my hands in defense.
"No, jeez. We just share the same maths class.''
She glanced at me, warily.
"Seriously? I wouldn't ever concentrate in that class because I would be too busy passing out... I mean that boy's a piece of gorgeous shit.''
I raised an eyebrow.
"And Monsieur Pierre? ''
"Oh, never mind. He's cute though.''
I laughed as I zoned out, flipping my textbook open.
*****
Well, a week had passed and things were still on a normal note.
Not that I was complaining.
I emptied my milkshake cup and closed the textbook in front of me.
My classes didn't start until later so I was planning on spending my time in the library.
I packed my things quietly when I heard the door open.
I glanced over and saw a blonde in a leather jacket.
He looked like someone who liked having girls lick his feet and those were precisely the kind of boys I hated.
I frowned when he stopped by my table.
I pretended to be busy with the zipper of my bag.
"Hey."
I could hear the smile in his voice as he pulled out a seat.
I mean, what was funny?
I nodded, not even looking up.
"You look new.''
"I'm a fresher,'' I muttered, non too excitedly.
"That makes two of us.''
He chuckled, quietly.
Could he just leave already?
"I'm Donovan.''
Didn't ask. Didn't care.
He looked at me, amused at my strange behavior and I looked up at him, impatient for him to pass his message.
"What?'' I snapped.
He frowned, probably wondering why I was acting like an animal.
" Well, it's just, you're acting like you don't know me and I'm surprised you're being so nonchalant. I mean, most girls will be begging for my number already!" He snapped back.
Okay, that did it!
"Firstly, I don't care and I'm not like other girls. I don't even like stuck-up boys like you who think the whole female population is supposed to worship them. I've never heard the name, Donovan. So, trust me, you're not that popular!"
His mouth fell open and a satisfactory smile covered my lips.
I grabbed my bag and stood up.
''Okay. I'm sorry. Let's start again,'' he mumbled, obviously hiding his bruised ego.
I nodded, hiding my smile.
"I'm Donovan.''
"I'm Kesha."
I shrugged, uninterested in the conversation.
"Let me pay for your drink?"
I chuckled and turned the empty plastic upside down.
"It's already paid for. Good day.''
I smirked as I walked out of the câfe, leaving him speechless.
Okay... who knew Kesha had some mean streak in her? I mean, she totally shut the poor Donovan up. I would love to hear what you think of this chapter.
And is it me? Or Miguel is goddamn rude?!
That makes two of us...😎
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Is Donovan going to get his piece of revenge or leave it be?
I think the next chapter is where we should get our popcorn.
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