Chapter two: How did it spread?

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It has been six hours ever since Nama, and the cousins have left.

I couldn't sleep.

My mind felt numb with questions.

How can I fall in love that easily? I just met him, yes!

I know I just met him!

But why? No. I can't fall in love that easily! I have to find a way to forget about him.

The next few days were fine. I didn't see Noah at all, yet I didn't dare to look for him.

A week later, I had thought. I REALLY thought that the day would be ordinary. But, no.
As I entered the classroom, Ru immediately grabbed me straight to the bathroom to talk.

"What the hell? You got some nerve to pull me in the bathroom at six-thirty in the morning?!"

"Noelle! Is it true?!"

"What true? I haven't heard anything. "

"Rumors spiraled from Grade VII to the first year batch!"

My mind was questioned. What Rumors?

Why from the Grade VII to the first batch? What happened? "Ru, this is not the time for jokes!" I snapped.
"Catalina, I'm not joking!"

"Then what are these rumors, Jane?"

"OK. Do you know Grade VII'S most feared bad boy, Noah Armstrong?" She asked.

My brain froze with terror as I heard his name.

What are these rumors? What did he do? What happened?

"Yeah? He gave me a jacket for the rain last week, and I am giving it back now even though he said to keep it. Why? What's wrong with him?" I asked back, my mind still flowing with questions.
What the hell just happened?

"Oh Jesus! So it was true."

"What the hell is true?! What the actual value just happened?!"

"It has been Rumored that Noah, also known as 'boy danger', had 'fallen in love' with his first year batch sweetheart, Ms. Nichols."

She snapped.

My eyes widened with confusion, 'first year batch, sweetheart'? What the hell? Who said I was his sweetheart? I'm not even his girlfriend, like, WHAT? "Ok, calm down.  Those rumors aren't real at all -"
"Not real? Ever since the rumors spiraled last week, his best friend, Timmy, had said that Noah had been acting weirder than he was ever before!" Ru exclaimed weirdly. My eyes read the floor of the powder room, trying my best to stay calm and warm.

I haven't even known Noah yet, I don't even remember his face.

I heard the bell ring and rushed out of the powder room.

The National Anthem would begin any minute, and my sense of humor was already ruined.

As Ru and I walked down the hall, all the eyes of Grade VII students had been glued to me. I felt humiliation running to my knees. How did it happen? Who started the rumors?

My mind couldn't focus all day. My day had been ruined. All I wanted to do was just lay on my couch and cry about it. My Monday has been dead.

After all the classes, I sat on a bench where no one found me. People around me had been asking all day if Noah and I were official. As I sat down, I couldn't stay still. I just want to punch the louche boy danger of Grade VII, even if I was also known in the first year batch as the infamous Princess iniquity, I would have killed that bastard a long time ago.

As I grabbed my phone out of my purse, somebody sat down next to me.

"You better not try to be a call girl while I'm not with you, darling." It was the one and only damn Noah Armstrong.

I looked into his eyes, and my frustration grew uncontrollably as I looked in those hot, burning eyes.

"Hey boy, I'm not a whore like you, so don't try to think that every girl is into you, cause I'm not one of them." I snapped. Noah stared at me with disappointment? Or is it frustration? Yet, he smirked like I didn't even insult his goddamn play boy style!

"Noelle, do you wanna make out-"

"Do you wanna die?! For God's grace and blessings to everybody, you're not my type–"
"Yet I can change that, and I will make you want me,"

Noah winked as he tucked my hair. My inside has gone crazy! What the flip? My thoughts are going mad, It's not right to fall for him, right? I just met him! I can't love him!

After that, he just left me there. I sighed, and my soul wanted to feel his compassionate comfort.

I can feel it...

I'm falling for him...

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