Made For You [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Think, Richard Think

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"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
Alan A. Milne

Julia's POV

Chlo. e's excited scream about the prank keeps echoing in my ear and here I'm, still trying to make myself believe that I'm actually going to pull a prank on my friends teacher. It's not even a subject I offer.

Chloe had always disliked her Chemistry teacher, Mr Callaghan. She's always complaining about the man.

At first, I thought it was because of her hatred for Chemistry that she hates the man. But when I think about it, Chloe's been lately getting help from Becky, Shawn and even my brother. Yet, Mr Callaghan, like Chloe would say and I quote, "He's never satisfied with whatever I do. He hates me."

So, she's been meaning to teach him a lesson. She had always thought of it, and anytime she's full of rage towards the man, she wants to yell or scream or much worse, pull a prank on him. But we always find a way to cajole her from doing that.

One thing you should know is that, last week Saturday was a different case because all my effort to stop her from pulling a prank on her teacher was to no avail. On the other hand, Becky and Shawn didn't even bother to dissuade her from doing anything.

But I still tried...

I felt a tingling pull on my hand.

"Hey," I looked up to see Richard looking at me. I quickly pulled my hand out of his grasp. "You okay?"

"Hmm... Yes," I shrugged out.

Looking at him now reminds me of Friday. Shit! I averted my gaze and looked at my note.

"About Friday," he started.

Oh no!

"What about it?"

"Well, nothing much...," he paused.

I hope so.

"I'm joining you..."

"I told you I don't need assistance or help from anyone," I cut him off.

He chuckle lowly and I almost did not hear it. This isn't funny because I just told him off.

"Seems you're mixing words up," he said.

"What do you mean?" I glared.

A soft smile appeared on his lips. "There's a difference between joining and assisting. Isn't that right Kitten?"

Kitten!

Now he has that breathtaking smirk of his that leaves me speechless on. I wish I could wipe it off his face with a slap.

Just a slap that will make me stop feeling things.

Unfortunately, there are no slaps that stops feelings from coming.

I pushed back my thought and found the courage to say something

"You don't have to join me, I've been doing this thing on my own for a very long time." I stressed 'very',trying as much as possible to not let my emotions show in my words or face.

"And why is that?" He was looking at me intently and I just wanna hide from him.

No no no, what do I say?

"I don't know. Maybe because I don't want history to rep..." I stopped when I realized what I was about to rant out. "You know what, all I'm saying is I don't want people hating you."