I Love my Bully

Chapter 4 : Thieft

Lovely POV

I glanced at Yohan, who was struggling to stay awake; he was dozing off in his seat. HAHA, he deserves it. One by one, I handed out the test papers while Yohan remained slumped, utterly exhausted. After a moment, our teacher noticed him and approached. Poor kid—he's going to regret challenging me.

"Yohan!" she called out, shaking him awake.

Yohan POV

I jolted upright at the sudden sound of my name.

"Yes, ma'am," I responded, quickly standing up. All eyes in the classroom were on me. Great, just what I needed!

"Why are you sleeping?" she asked. I gulped nervously.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I was feeling drowsy because I only got three hours of sleep last night while reviewing," I replied, even though I hadn’t reviewed at all because of Lovely!

"And? Are you sure you can perfect the exam with only a few hours of study?" she countered.

"No, ma'am, but…" My mind raced to come up with a response. Lovely was grinning at me from her seat! “I’ll use everything I’ve learned to score well.”

"Yohan, please, I don't want this to happen again," she said, and I could see Lovely's smile fade. Not that she cared! "I'll allow you to take the exam now."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said, returning to my seat. Suddenly, Lovely raised her hand.

"Yes, Lovely?" the teacher asked, smiling at her.

"I saw Yohan taking an answer key from your table yesterday, ma'am," she said with a smirk. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over me. What was this new stunt?

"What are you talking about?!" I exclaimed, anger bubbling up inside me. "I've never cheated, not even in my previous schools!"

"Really? I heard you were transferred here because you were caught stealing an answer key," she taunted, her smile wide. "A thief is always a thief."

My classmates and the teacher turned their attention to me. "I swear, ma'am, I didn't steal anything," I insisted. "I don’t know why Lovely is saying that; it’s not true!"

"I saw him put it in his bag, ma'am," Lovely added, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Can I check your bag, Yohan?" the teacher asked, her tone serious.

"Of course, ma'am. I want to prove that I didn’t steal anything," I replied. The teacher began rummaging through my bag.

"What is this?" she asked, pulling out a crumpled paper.

"Ma'am, that’s it! Didn’t you notice that you were missing an answer key?" Lovely interjected, a smug look on her face.

Frustration and embarrassment washed over me. "Yohan, go to my office," the teacher ordered.

"But ma'am, I didn’t steal anything! I don’t know who put that in my bag; I swear it wasn’t me," I pleaded.

"You have evidence, and yet you're still denying it," Lovely said with a smirk.

"Shut up, Lovely!" I shouted.

"GO TO MY OFFICE NOW!" the teacher yelled, storming out of the room.

I marched over to Lovely and pushed her towards the whiteboard. "I know you did this!" I shouted.

Anger surged through me, almost bringing tears to my eyes. She simply smiled. "Yes, I did it. You really deserve this," she said, a wicked grin on her face.

I raised my hand, ready to slap her, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she just waited for the impact, a smile still on her lips. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

"Why didn't you follow through?" she asked, taunting me. "Go ahead! Do it!"

"Lovely, you're the worst," was all I could manage to say before storming out of the room to find the teacher.

That girl is infuriating!