His Irresistible Ways

Chapter 19 ☾

Chapter 19 ●

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(Remember: Lucas Scott: her ex-boyfriend)

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Several things happened at that moment- I just realized some. My face was on fire, my arms lost the little strength they had and my breath fell completely to the ground. I averted my face, but I could still feel his gaze piercing my body. Involuntarily, I moved slightly myself- feeling imprisoned on those blue eyes- I took a deep breath and stood with my eyes fixed on the floor.

I want to get out of this auditorium. I want to get out of here so fast!

The more I tried to insist with myself to forget that man, sitting behind his desk behind me, more I thought about him. His smile, that perfect face, his hair, that blue suit so perfectly adjusted to his body. I feel so bad. What can I do to stop having these thoughts? I wish there was an easy and simple way to do so!

I thought you had already passed through puberty, Jenny. But, I know, my mistake.

Please, shut up. I don't need another war on my mind.

I will do it, but only because you promised to go eat at McDonald's today.

Thanks. You will have my eternal gratitud-

"Jen?"- I heard a distant voice.- "What do you think you're doing? Trying to find your brain?"

I raised my head immediately, restoring my mind.- "Next time I won't wait for you!"- I gripped my bag with even more strength.- "And I don't even know why you chose to say that in particular, because who needs one is you."- I rolled my eyes.

"You got me."- Alex laughed as we made our way out of the auditorium.

I was about to insult him more but something told me not to do so. And something else caused my body to turn back. I regretted it almost immediately. Why? Nobody was there. Mr. Storm was not there.

I don't know why that discouraged me, but it did. And I couldn't help but feel that way. Not because I liked him, or something (which I do not), but because it seems that now there's something missing- something to excite me. And, if that thing is he, whatever: I may want him.

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I hate him with the intensity of a thousand sun's heat; I hate him as much as I hate Joffrey from Game Of Thrones (ok, maybe I don't hate him just as much); I hate him with the strength of 400 Hercules; I hate Mr. Storm so much that if my maximum level of hatred were equivalent with the Apocalypse, everyone would be a freakin' zombie!

"I want you to make a research and to prepare a paper, at least 5 pages, on the preservation of older buildings."- I tried to imitate his voice, using a extremely high tone.- "And I want you to sing Eye Of the Tiger and, while doing that, dress up as an apple with a blonde wig and red high heels! Will you do that for me , Mr Storm?"

Unbelievable... This has already become a habit for me! Whenever I don't have any work to do or nothing to study desperately for at the last moment, I find myself thinking "What about Understanding Architecture?", and after a few seconds, "Oh, yeah." Of course! That professor must not sleep only to think about papers to make me do. Why? 1. to make me work and think about my future; 2. piss me off- one of them, I'm not sure which one yet.

"Aren't you going to eat?"- I heard Mary ask outside of my bedroom.

"I'll leave in a bit to get a Big Mac or so." - I replied.