❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞
❝You think I'm attractive?❞
❝Fuck no!❞
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Dangerous, wild and rebellious.
Calm, cool and collected.
Darya just wan...
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I slam my locker shut, throwing my bag over my shoulders as I walk to the class I had.
The sound of my boots hitting the floor echo throughout the empty hallway.
My phone vibrates; indicating a new notification but I just ignore it, turning a corner.
It vibrates again and I halt, pulling the phone out of my back pocket.
Kaito - 10:53am man where are u? the teacher keeps asking me abt u eth? LANCELOT!
I roll my eyes, typing out a response with a small smile on my face as I continue walking to the class.
I step right in front of the door, watching how only few people were listening to whatever the teacher was saying and the others were either pressing their phones secretly or just dozing off.
Turning the knob, I place my headphones on my ears, trying to tune out any scolding the English teacher has to say while I maneuver my way around the desks.
Slumping down on the chair at the back of the classroom, I lift my eyes to see half of the students watching me.
Mind your damn business.
My gaze shifts to Lucy, whose eyes were trained on mine from the other end of the classroom. She scoffs when our eyes meet and I just wink, making her hide her smile behind her book.
Easy peezy.
I push my legs forward, leaning back on the chair, rolling my head as I try to find a comfortable position in these stiff seats before I finally settle down with my eyes closed.
This is why in every class, I always and will always opt for the back seat which was out of the view of the teachers and consists of only few people since everyone wants to pick the front seats.
The tables of this class are always arranged neatly in rows, each table seating two people side by side. Another reason why I love this class? no one dares to sit down beside me.
Now, with my headphones blasting one of the songs from my playlists - loud enough to ease me to sleep and low enough for me to hear all what the teacher was saying - and the air conditioner whirring lazily in the background, I let out a sigh of relief.
Time passed slowly as I finally ease myself to the peace of the environment and the sleep that comes along with it until the door swings open and I jolt up by the sudden noise.
My eyes circle at the cause of the noise and my face hardens at the sight.
Petrov stands at the entrance of the classroom, completely ignoring the glare of the teacher and stares of our classmates. Her dark brows creased as her hazel eyes search the room for something before going impossibly bright as her gaze lands on me.
