Chapter 12

I walked closer to the teacher's table. He was sitting behind the wooden table and I stood in front of him. The sturdy table separated me from him.

"I have signed all these documents," he said and shifted things on the table. He put them inside a folder and handed them to me. "I want you to give it to Rogie."

I blinked at what he said. What? Rogie?

I scratched my nose lightly. "Why it has to be Rogie, Sir?" I asked, disappointed.

Teacher Anthony leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms on his chest. He then stared at me longer than usual. "You're blushing," he said in a matter of fact.

I smiled wryly. I knew that my cheeks heated up when I heard Rogie's name. It was an odd reaction and I knew that, but I could not help blushing out of embarrassment and annoyance. I never forgot what he did last Christmas party and I never forgot how that boy stared at me the whole time during class hours. If not because of my seatmate whom I made as a shield from Rogie's stare, I would certai