YOU ARE MY BLOODY VALENTINE

CHAPTER 9: YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM, DON'T YOU?

In a blink of an eye, it was Monday again. With a weary sigh, Barbara peered through her half-opened eyes, greeted by the incessant beeping of her alarm clock. Reluctantly, she pried herself away from the cozy embrace of her bed, shivering as her feet touched the cold wooden floor. As she stumbled into the bathroom, the sharp scent of mint toothpaste filled the air, awakening her senses. She carefully selected her outfit for the day, which was her school uniform. However, there was a glimmer of anticipation in her heart. The anticipation of the upcoming physics test tingled in her veins, bringing a twinkle to her eyes and a spring to her step. With a renewed sense of purpose, Barbara swiftly gathered her belongings and dashed out the door, excitement propelling her forward like a gust of wind on a crisp autumn morning.

Barbara's steps quickened with an air of anticipation as she entered the bustling halls of the school. A bright smile adorned her face. Amidst the sea of students, her eyes locked onto Liam, a magnetic presence with an undeniable charm. He stood amidst a cluster of girls, their laughter mingling with the echoes of the hallway. As if drawn by an invisible force, Liam's gaze met Barbara's, and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Hey stranger!" his voice rang out, cutting through the chatter. A surge of warmth filled Barbara's heart, and she eagerly quickened her pace, each step fuelling a nervous anticipation that danced within her like a million butterflies.

Wait what? How could she feel butterflies for a guy she just met twice? It doesn't make any sense.

"Wow," Barbara whispered under her breath, eyes widening in surprise as she hurriedly sidestepped Liam. This was his very first day, yet it seemed he effortlessly commanded attention, rivalling the popularity of Joel, the long-revered heartthrob of the school. The waves of whispered conversations and giggles that followed in Liam's wake were evidence of his instant magnetism.

Liam excused himself from the girls surrounding him, with a charismatic smile that effortlessly disarmed them. As he made his way towards Barbara, the air seemed to crackle with anticipation. In the midst of fading chatter, Barbara caught a snippet of a girl's jealous remark.

"This pauper somehow manages to attract hot guys." Though the words lingered in her ears, Barbara chose to rise above the negativity, her focus shifting to the warmth that radiated from Liam's hand gently resting on her shoulder.

"You don't have any right to touch me."

"Huh?"

Barbara's gaze shifted from his hands on her shoulder to his face, searching for a trace of understanding.

"Oh, je suis désolé." Liam apologized and Barbara pushed his hands away from her shoulder and walked away.

As the classroom door swung open, the teacher walked in and her eyes landed on Liam. With a smile, she pointed at him and asked him to introduce himself to the class.

"She didn't smile when she asked me to introduce myself." Barbara thought.

"Oui." Liam said as he stepped in front of the class, with a charming smile spreading across his face.

"Good morning, I am Liam Hunter." Liam briefly said with that radiant smile still stuck on his face.

"And?" The teacher intrigued, leaned in and asked. Her voice carried a hint of anticipation, urging him to continue.

"Oh right, I am the son of the richest business tycoon in town. You see, my family's wealth has been carefully passed down through generations, and my mother, ma chère mère, she inherited a magnificent fortune." His voice held a touch of pride, reflecting the grandeur of his lineage.

"I just bought a Bugatti La Voiture Noire last week, and I love physics." Liam said and went back to his seat. Everyone in the class was clapping including the teacher, captivated by Liam's tales of opulence and the allure of his latest prized possession.