His Love

Chapter 1

Bettany Francisca Steele

I was silently praying that the bald man in front of me, who was busy tackling about numbers and alphabet especially fucking 'x' and 'y' being together, would never look in my direction and notice how I looked like in my hang over state. I don't blame people if they judge me now. I'm fully aware the consequences when I attended a party in a school night. But that opportunity should not be slipped off that easily and should be gladly accepted and seized. Partying is a god stress releiver for a person like me. A pain siddenly shoot out somewhere in my head and I groaned silently hoping Mr. Stuart didn't heard it. My current drunkeness is quietly beyond the drunkeness limitation I can tolerate and bear.

"Ms. Steele, if you like interrupting me in the middle of my discussion, I'm honour to kick you out of this class. We don't need such student like you." Mr. Stuart stated giving me an annoyed look and motion me to pick up my things and get out from this hell hole.

I scoffed but theres noting I could do about it and just granted what he wish for. I silently walk out in the room and went to the rooftop. Stupid bald man. How can I survive this senior year and particularly Calculus if he's always kicking me out of his class? Teachers are hired to help students in terms of their studies and not torturing them. Justice, where are thou?

When I was in my usual spot, I brought out my favorite cigar and lit it up. I'm half way to finished my smoke whem someone grab it out of my hand and simply puffed it on his red lips. Oh! This man again? Can he disappear for atleast a forever? He always spotted me in this state but doesn't stop me. That's the rare one I like about him. He doesn't mind businesses that doesn't involved him specifically.

"Hey! That's my last one dude!" I fumed grabbing it back from his grasp. Who the hell is he to have the right to kidnapped my beloved possesion? I don't buy cigar just to be taken away from me. Hell! I love this more than I love my heartless mother.

The familiar boy in front of me chuckled and I was absentmindedly turn my head towards him. Now that I saw him, he had this beautiful cobalt eyes and a strong firm shape of jaw with a noticeable divided chin I thought a miserable sight but to him-it gives more handsomeness. My eyes travelled from his face to his masculine body and lingered their for a couple of seconds. Seeing Colt Montegue in this greek god looking is not a surprise. But what surprises me is that why do I always notice him and the way he looked like everytime I see him?

"Like the view?" I glared at him and I feel my cheek heated by embarassment. He just caught me checking him out. Ahaim. How obvious am I!

Before I could say some of my infamous remarks again, I notice that his holding a notepad with a pen pin on it. Oh! I forgot that he is the student council president of this school. And that means, another trip of detention. I groaned again. Such a lucky say for me.

"Don't be embarass sugar. I'm used to it. You could have a picture of it if you want." He stated with pure arrogance running like a venom in his voice. Picture my arse.

"Don't bother. I don't need one and I'm sure my next one is more masculine than yours." I replied stomping my left foot on the cigar I just throw. I can't puffed with it. The virus of this boy might be transferred on me.

"Oh really? And why is it I saw some drool on the corner of your mouth?" I absentmindedly touched it and poked my self internally. Idiot, you've been tricked. But dude, i'm good in comebacks.

"Oh! You notice. Probably you are if you're looking on my lips. Why mister? Want to take a taste of it? I'm willingly offer you a fine deal." My mind is nowhere to be found and the one speaking now is another persona of me. I think that a small seduction could give me an entertainment. I like this new persona of me. How come she only just surface now?