𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑭𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

30| ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ɪꜱɪᴍᴇ ᴇꜱꜱɪᴇᴛ

"Now class, today we're going to be talking on application software. I'm sure you guys were taught in Sss one and Sss two so I'm not going to dab into the topic too much."

"Yes ma'am!"

"So who can tell us what an application software is?"

"Justice?"

"Justice I'm talking to you"

"Justice stand up right now!"

"JUSTICE!"

"Yes ma'am!"

I blinked at the angry looking woman and blushed furiously and stood. The fact that everyone was now silent and the whole student population was staring at me made my brain freeze.

"M-Ma'am?" I stuttered, barely composed.

The angry woman glared at me and smacked her cane on the wall.

"What is Application software?"

I stared at the words but nothing came to my head. I tried so hard to remember what it was but I couldn't and it clawed at my insides badly.

For something I've been taught more than once and I couldn't even forma word made me pained as hell.

"I-I don't know ma" I muttered and stared at my shoes.

"You don't know? YOU DON'T KNOW?! How will you know when you've started sleeping around and thinking of things you're not supposed to be thinking about? Do you know how much you're paying as school fees? Should I list it out for you?" She fired at me. I was so very embarrassed, at a corner of my eyes I saw Keisha smirk evilly at me.

"My apologies ma'am" i said softly. All I wanted was to sit down and get rid of all the unnecessary attention.

"Keep your sorry apologies to yourself. Rubbish" she snapped and continued teaching. I sat down shamefully and stared at my note.

Snap out of it girl!

"She's thinking again. Justice what did I say just now?" She asked. I stared at her with my mouth loose a bit.

Why was she picking on me? 75% of the class were not listening so why me?

"See? I told you she's thinking. Stand up!" She screamed. I gulped and stood up. Her eyes were radiating so much hate that even I was surprised.

What have I ever done to her?

"Now what-"

"Please excuse me class... ma'am." A deep voice interrupted.

I raised my eyes to see who the person was and felt the familiar flutter of butterflies.

Amir.

Every girl in the room was affected by his beauty. The way he stood there with his hands in his pockets, staring at the teacher like she was one bored poetry he has to read.

"Yes? Can I help you Headboy?"

"Justice is requested for ma'am"

Every eye turned to me again. I avoided staring at him and contended with receiving death glares from the teacher.

"Why?"

"It was not disclosed ma'am. But her attention is needed seriously" he replied in a bored tone. I began to worry...

Did mum ask for me?

Did my dad ask of me?

Before I could think much further, the hateful woman threw another glare at me and nodded her head.