Trapped

Chapter 2: Her Suitor

Samantha's POV

Every day, I will just tell my driver to park our car not quite far from the school because I don't want my schoolmates to see me coming out in a Bentley Flying Spur Speed and bring suspicion and most importantly, attention.

I started walking to the entrance of our school gate when I suddenly remember what happened yesterday. I can't help myself from blushing thinking how awkward and embarrassing yesterday was after Isabelle pulled my hand from almost a death sentence from our classmates.

Yesterday...

I am still looking at our hands together and my cheeks are now turning into a darker shade of crimson.

'How can someone's hand be this soft and just too perfect?' I ask to myself.

We are now almost in our seat and I thought Isabelle will now let go of my hand.

I suddenly felt sad and disappointed thinking about that.

We are not sitting in our seats but Isabelle's hand is still holding mine and I couldn't suppress the smile that's forming now into my lips.

I am just staring at our hands without minding our classmates and teacher who is still busy arranging our seats.

'Let this moment last' I pleaded while my eyes are closed.

Don't get me wrong, I am also straight but this moment is just too good to be true.

Maybe Isabelle noticed me smiling like an idiot so she traced the direction of my attention and she saw our hands together.

She arches her eyebrow at me and I just wanted to die right now when I saw her lips curve forming a mischievous smirk.

"Happy much? Fantasy is over, princess" Isabelle leaned closer and whispered into my ear and abruptly pulled her hand away from mine.

'I am really good at embarrassing myself' I said to myself sarcastically.

After that, I tried avoiding everyone's gaze especially Isabelle's as I am still so embarrassed with what happened and with what she said.

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I stayed glued in my seat despite seeing my classmates exiting our classroom because it is already break time.

Isabelle glanced at me, still with her blank expression.

I looked at her too, confused as to why is she still standing and looking at me.

"W-what" I ask her, mentally cursing myself for stuttering.

She just arches her eyebrow at me and without saying anything, she exited the classroom.

I endured the growling in my stomach because I can't push myself to go to the cafeteria without my best friend who did not attend the first day of school and I have no idea why.

"Miss Miller?" said by Mr. Davis, our biology teacher as he entered our classroom again. He was our last teacher before break time.

"Yes sir?" I replied.

"Are you busy? He said.

"Not really sir, how can I help you?" I asked.

"I am thinking if you could help me from sorting the names of your classmates together with their scores in our activity?" He said.

"Sure sir, where are the papers?" I asked again.

"In the faculty, please follow me" He said.

Well, at least I will do something to distract myself rather than seating and wishing that someone will give me some food which is beyond ridiculous knowing the fact that I am probably hated by our classmates now.