Chapter 3 Meet me in the office...!

Juliette's point of view...

"Were you the one in the staff room earlier?" he asked and I froze.

But still, my subconscious mind forced me to think another way.

Who the hell is he to ask me?

I rolled my eyes over his handsome face and attractive body and blurted out in my straight attitude.

"Who the hell are you to ask me? It's none of your business...!" I smacked while turning around to run away to my class.

Though he is not a student, he isn't a professor either. Who on hell works as a professor with that face and body?

Rushing towards the class, I didn't even bother to turn back once to face him. If I do, I may fall for him.

My my...he was...ugh...!!

"Guys time to play...!" I announced the moment I stepped in. Everyone started screaming in joy.

Getting settled, I started working on the reports and Scarlett started writing her notes.

It was afternoon already and two consecutive periods of arts, I mean leisure was like candy for the kids.

They were shouting, playing, enjoying their time until the door of the classroom flung open revealing Mrs. Jackson, the principal, clearing her throat. A sudden silence spread across and everyone stared at her unusual visit.

It was common for the principal to keep on a watch but she seldom enters any class. I thought she was here just to peek and would leave once done with her check. I ignored her completely.

But...!

"May I have your attention please?" As a chunk of chalk floated in my direction, she spoke. I lifted my gaze only to notice that she was already inside the classroom and all the other students in my class were on their feet. I was the only one on my butt.

Shit...! I cursed myself and stood up immediately.

My heart, however, fell when I turned to face the teacher's desk and saw a familiar pair of piercing blue eyes that reached straight to the core of my being.

In the entire universe, that was not my favourite sight.

What was happening, seriously?

It was the same guy that I bumped into earlier. Did he just complain about that thing to the principal?

I dropped my pen and stood staring at him. He rolled all around the class before settling down his gaze on me. A frown appeared on his fair forehead and I felt my palms numb.

It was obvious that he was furious since he had his arms crossed in front of him. Grabbing my pen back, I gulped.

No man...!

I was damn sure he was here to vent out his ego that I just rumpled.

Should I just run away?

Mrs Jackson moved closer to the desk and forced a smile after setting her glasses.

"Well, I am here to introduce someone to you all!"

She said and turned around to see the man behind her,

"Meet Mr. Richard Solmon, your new art teacher" the class reverberated with a loud 'wow'.

Girls were more excited than the boys anyway. But I was like hit by a huge ball in my face.

Dumbfounded...!

Is this true...!

How could it be, God...!

How could he be a teacher?

I was still speculating the things that turned out to be more than anything to take for my brain.

A good girl, a class topper, and more than anything, an image of a teacher's pet everything just got demolished. I talked to him so rudely and I am sure from his look that he is going to hold grudges against me for the rest of his life.

Mrs. Jackson left the class and everyone settled except for me.

Still gaping at him for any excuses to run out of his class immediately so that at least he won't kill me with his sexy eyes.

He turned around sharply to face me,

"Do I have to announce specifically for you to sit down?" he grunted and I flopped on the seat.

"Oh my god...! Is he a teacher...! I mean look at him man I can do anything to get to touch him" Scarlett nudged while whispering in my ears. I hung my head in disbelief avoiding everything going inside my ears other than what Mrs Jackson had just announced.

This can't be true...! How could I have a fate like this?

"Hmm..." he groaned. "Let's begin," and with that,

he turned around and walked back towards the teacher's desk.

"Okay, today-," he sputtered taking out some sheets from an envelope beside him.

"I thought there won't be a class for the fourth year today but destiny wants us to meet" his words were common but I do feel like they were cornered to me.

Was he talking about the changed schedule? Destiny...! My foot...!

It was all done by me...!

I regret doing it though.

He gave me a sardonic eyebrow raise and spoke the words,

"I have heard great things about your class, but I do not think it is full of geniuses."I took a deep breath as his eyes fixated on me and that wasn't a friendly gaze. I could see that he was aiming daggers at me.

I instantly slumped over my desk and tightly closed my eyes, attempting to ignore the blood rushing to my cheeks.

This is going to be so hard to deal with. I have to apologize or he will surely make it hard for me.

As I didn't lift my gaze, he continued to take his class and I sat motionless as if I wasn't even present at that place.

My phone began to vibrate and soon after I took it out, I nearly let out an enthusiastic cry.

"Wow..." but soon I realized that it wasn't me alone whose attention was grabbed,

"That's enough...!" he grunted.

What the hell...!

I had already written my name down in his odds when he approached me, his hands pushing back his hair. He was irritated and that was evident on his face when his jaws clenched.

"What's your name?" He tapped my desk with his fingers and asked me a caustic question. I instantly sprang to my feet, but my head slumped down.

Will he report me to the principal if I tell him my name, this time?

No shit...! Mrs. Jackson will definitely call Mom over this time.

"Sir, I...a.. m sorry" I stuttered but he gritted again,

"I asked, what's your name...!" I gulped down as his anger was dreadful. I don't have a way out.

I successfully got on his nerves.

"Juliette...!" I replied in a very slow tone. He raised his chin and released a warm breath, almost snorting irritatingly. I was ready for whatever humiliation he was about to subject me to, but luckily, a bell rang to spare me.

"After class, meet me in the office..." With a knife-like sharpness, his comments were delivered.

I am done for...!

"Yes, sir" I murmured staring at the ground.

What is he going to do? Why did he call me to the office?

I better apologize before he can vent his anger on me. But...!

Will I get the chance to do so?

Ugh...! Why is life so hard?

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