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Chapter-3: Falling...Into His Arms

~Clayden~

Who the hell does he think he is?

He insulted me.

Janet Chanel Clayden.

If Principal Dorkins wouldn't have come, I would've slapped and punched the shit out of him.

After the insulting round, I had to go to the emergency room to get my bruised elbow bandaged.

That devil was present there too. His knuckles were bleeding pretty bad. I must not have noticed it before, because of all the adrenaline rush.

I had just entered the History class along with Sylvia. She has been ranting on and on about that new guy.

"Even though I hate him, but he was a hot hunk. And Janet, hot hunks do have attitude problems." She dreamily pointed out as I sat on one of the desks.

"God! Stop describing him, Sylvia."

"Okay...okay." She lifted her hands in surrender.

The teacher entered the class and started describing World War II.

"The attack on the Pearl Harbour was the reason, USA entered the World War II. And soon after Hiroshima and Nagasaki were attacked by atomic bombs and..." She stopped when a guy entered the class.

I looked at my watch, only 10 minutes of the class were left.

"Yes, mister?" The teacher looked at him, tapping her feet.

"No, Miss." He remarked.

He must be one of those new boys.

"Who are you?" She asked, getting pissed off.

"I'll be whoever you'll want me to be." He winked at her.

The whole class snickered.

And the teacher just opened and closed her mouth like a fish.

"What say?" He smirked cockily at her.

"Detention!" She screamed at such a high pitch that all of us cringed.

The new guy, who had brown messed up hair, just shrugged.

"What's your name?" The teacher asked while signing his detention slip.

"Dante. Dante Mauricio."

But before she could hand him over the slip the bell rang.

He snatched the slip from the teacher's hand and tore it into two.

"The class is over, so technically I was there in the class. No need for detention miss." He smiled confidently at her.

The teacher's face was red.

"You are going to the Principal's office right now!" She spat at him.

Dante just stood calmly in front of her.

"You don't wanna order around Theodore High's trustee's nephew now, do ya?" He smugly asked the teacher, playing around the teacher's desk.