The sky is still little gray when I look at it. Maybe because of the rain last night. I saw a few students stretching at the field. I arrived early at school without eating my breakfast. I also don't know why I'm so early, looking forward for something or someone to be precise, I guess?
It's friday and I'm wearing my jogging pants with white uniform shirt on top. I let the time to passed by walking down around the school. It's quite big, so I chose to just look somewhere near to my classroom. I was on a second floor when I spotted someone walking on my direction.
"Ms. Marcos..?" I whispered under my lungs. I hid myself by entering to an empty room. She walk passed by where I was hiding while peeking my head on the window. I look like a creep stalking her.
I took a relief sigh and put my hand on my chest. That was close. Why am I hiding from her? You're too obvious, Ariella.
After that incident I went back to my classroom and wait for Catherine. My classmates slowly filling the classroom and their voices ringing all over the room. I took my phone and secretly take a look to Ms. Marcos picture. This feels illegal but feels good tho.
"Stop being a creep." Catherine whispered to my ear that made me jolted. "You son of a—" I didn't continue my words when Ms. Marcos entered the room.
"Good morning." She greeted just like her usual day. Cold, plain, and didn't show too much emotion. I'm curious what's life she have behind her personality.
Everyone stood up include me and greet her. She didn't even bother to look at me. Such a snobby, Ms. Marcos.
"Everyone, you have a new classmate. She's from other school and I'm asking you to be kind at her." I mentally rolled my eyes when she can't even show kindness to me. Do we look like a war freak? The heck, I won't ever dare to touch my hand to some cheap people. Don't get me wrong, I'm kinda good.
And wait? It's almost second semester, I don't think that's the good idea to transfer.
She went to the door and open it for the new transferee. She's a girl. Her almond eyes and her face is well-shaped. I must say she's pretty.
"New target?" Cath whispered. I just glare at her to stop. She introduced herself from everyone and guess what? She sit on the vacant seat beside me. She's hella pretty, I won't complain.
How many times did I say she's pretty? But still, no one can compares to the woman sitting in front of us. A smile plastered on my face but I suddenly became serious when she glanced at me.
The discussion went smoothly, and Ms. Marcos kept on glancing to Margaret, the transferee. I'm jealous. After her discussion, the bell rang already. Everyone stood up to their seats to went on their next subject. Catherine hurriedly excused herself to go to the restroom. I was putting my stuff on my bag when I sensed a presence behind my back. I turn my back and saw Ms. Marcos standing there.
I couldn't read her emotion nor her body language. "Yes, ma'am? You need something?" I asked. She walk closer and stand too close in front of me.
"Give me your hand." She said without looking at me. Her sight seems like passing above my head. She's quite tall, plus she's wearing black stilettos. Hmm sexy.
"No." I firmly said. I'm just being careful. What if she put something in my hand that will scare me? She's beautiful but it won't change the fact that I'm scared of whatever she's planning to do.
"Give me your hand." She said again while looking straightly to my eyes. Goodness, am I in heaven? All I see is angel disguise as Ms. Marcos.
"I said no. Ayoko in tagalog." She look at me and raised her eyebrow.
