Eleven

Lenora

I was so angry that my breathing grew noisy, and I gritted my teeth to stop myself from exploding. I needed to start hating CJ so badly. How could someone always like to see me cry?

A rational part of my brain reminded me that he was a lecturer and was just doing his job, scolding me that he probably didn't mean to hurt me with his words.

It didn't help, and I couldn't shake off the fact that he'd hurt me badly. He was doing this intentionally because there were classmates who answered questions wrong and didn't get such belittlement.

"Come on, Lenora," Killian tried to make me smile. "You did very well. Our lecturers aren't our friends, and what they say doesn't matter. What matters is our grade, right? And we should be happy because we scored the highest."

"Whatever," I murmured, my heartbeat pounding, and all I did that morning was to cuss out CJ in my mind. He was a foolish old man with a fat ego.

Shame on me for lusting after someone so annoying, a jerk, an arsewipe.

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