Match Made In Heaven

Chapter 5 ~ Mr Han

"You can call me Mr Han"

Turns out he had been a lot more than just doodling on that paper in front of him.

He was our ART TEACHER!

Hell no! I wanted to scream, but kept my calm as I watched his perfect lips curve smoothly while he spoke.

Sure it was just temporary. He was a substitute teacher while the actual teacher had errands to run. But why him?

Wasn't he a student himself?

The second I saw the art he had been "doodling" I knew why. The guy was talented like a professional.

That was the moment I started to doubt maybe he isn't a actor at all. If that's the case. I'm saved. At least I can have my impro classes without his distracting appearance.

"Ahh... isn't he a dreamy."

I heard some girls sigh in admiration, but I could not help, but get chills.

Uff what a cliche. Students fall for the teacher. I would never. I don't even like the rom coms with such stupid plot twists.

Despite him being quite talented artist I still didn't feel any teacher characteristics in him. Sure he was charismatic and managed to keep everyone's attention on the subject. But he was still obviously only kissing everyone's asses with no authority.

Or was it just me? Was he just annoying me with his confidence and ability to wrap everyone in the classroom around his finger? So I didn't even bother to give him the credit he deserves.

"Is that all?" Suddenly his voice was there right beside my ear and I froze like a leaf out in the cold. Why was he talking to me?

"Fredrika was it?" He then kept speaking scrolling some papers in his hand as if looking for my student information. While I still tried to clear my throat to say something. Just anything.

Luckily no one was looking at us. They were focused on their own drawings. Yet I could barely breath.

"I doubt this is all your potential. How did you even get to this school?"

Now I finally realized what his issue was. He was staring at the messy doodle in my paper. I had been so focused into stalking his doings and interactions with other students I had completely forgot to focus into my own work and just ended up drawing a messy mix of sun and stars on my paper.

"And you call yourself an artist. Yet can't recognize the poetic message in this magnificent visionary of mine." I then scoffed getting my confidence back as his insult despite me knowing was deserved yet got under my skin.

"Now if you excuse me. I need to go to pee or is that not allowed either in this classy school?"

With that said I stormed off from the class leaving him baffled just stand there behind me. As now even other students rose their noses from their papers to figure out what was the sudden commotion about.

I didn't dare to look back, but I could sense his piercing gaze drill into my back. I had left an impact that he won't forget.

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As I got to the bathroom I instantly opened the faucet to wash my flustered face. My heart was still beating rapidly and hands shaking from my own bold actions towards this stranger.

Why was I even acting like this? It made no sense. Why is every word he says piercing through my chest like thousands of knives. I wasn't one to get upset easily. Yet not someone to be rude like that either.

He saved me from awkward situation the first day I came and yet I haven't even thanked him.

"I don't understand myself."

Flopping to sit on the toilet I brought my hands to my face and let out a sigh. How could I ever look him in the eye after this?

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"It'll pass."

Mia's cheerful tone was obviously trying to brighten my mood as we walked to the cafeteria for lunch.

I hadn't gone back to the art class, but gladly next classes was Mr perfect free.

That's the nickname I gave to him after he had the audacity to doubt my talents and well... he kinda was. Perfect looks, perfect abilities. Of course teachers pet too. In anything he was just flawless.

Besides I still didn't even know his first name. And I most definitely would not call him mister Han. It had a nice ring to it, but it would give him the authority I denied he has.

Ahh I had to stop overthinking about everything. But how could I? I barely got into this school and already made a fool of myself.

"He won't even remember that tomorrow. And I think you're right. He's just a student himself he shouldn't have judged you like that."

I know she only tried to cheer me up. Even I would have judged myself. Being in this school was an honor. It was one of the best schools in LA. Not just anyone could even get in. Yet here I was. And the first day has barely gone into half and I already showed the lack of my talent.

Of course she was wrong. Whoever that guy is he won't forget my disrespect towards him. If anything he could actually complain to the teachers or even principal. And considering he was chosen as substitute teacher he is probably even older student with already quite reputation and respect amongst them.

"I'm screwed..."

Sighing I then took the tray of food as I strolled into the table taking a seat beside a window looking out with despair as if this was my first and last day in the campus.

"You're way too dramatic Rika." Mia kept convincing me that everything is fine.

"But don't look now..."

She didn't have to say another word when I had already turned my head around and there he was again. Holding his tray as he chatted full heartedly smiling and chuckling occasionally to the kitchen lady.

"Is he fucking flirting with her?"

I snorted louder than I meant to and grit my teeth. Why was I so irritated about his presence? He wasn't even paying attention to me. Isn't that exactly what I wanted? Yet seeing him act like nothing happened made me fume.

"Haha he knows how to climb the ladder." Mia chuckled mockingly, but I wanted to slap her face.

"I lost my appetite." With that said I stormed off again on purpose pushing through the line of people so he lost his posture for a moment as everyone else started to complain about my rudeness.

"Hey watch out?" I heard someone's juice burst on their chest. I hoped it was his, but didn't want to look back. Yet I felt it again. His gaze in my back. And this time it was sending chills all over my skin.