My Insane Obsessed Stalker was my Teacher?

Chapter Fourteen

There were confusing questions lingering on Kenya's head.

What was his purpose on calling her out in the class and giving her some kind of punishment?

Why does she feel like this person has a lingering attachment to her whenever he looked at her?

Why did he touch her that time?

What was going on inside his head?

There were more questions but those were the ones she kept having on her mind repeatedly. It would be for the best if she could have just forgotten everything so that she could avoid him filling her mind with different kind of thoughts.

When they reached their destination, Kenya flalingly hesitating to enter the room. She was scared like a little puppy entering a lion's den waiting to devour her. Mr. Imran stopped and look on his left side. She could not see what he was looking at but his expression was visible. He looked annoyed at someone.

"Hey hey hey! what's up my friend?" A man's voice echoed throughout the room. Mr. Imran replied in a displeased face to the one he was looking at. "You will never get to have a girlfriend with the grumpy face of yours"

Mr. Imran touch the ridge of his nose like he was having a headache by just hearing the voice of the man in front of him. "You left for two weeks without a notice, left a load of works then expect me to cry in happiness to see you?"

"Come on, its not much" The man's voice appears to be unaffected by Mr. Imran's annoyed rants. "And, I have a good news, next year it will be official"

Mr. Imran expression abruptly change because of the few words that the other man uttered.

In sheer pondering Kenya snuck in her head inside the room and there she saw a tall man, almost a same height as Mr. Imran. The head of the man slightly turned towards her direction, his wondering gaze pierced through her, so she step back to hide her already known presence.

"Now I feel guilty for leaving this school in your hands, just what will I do if you terrorize all of students here and they left?" The man's voice sound like sheer snickering and not guilty at all. "Hey, come on in, I am not like this tiger of a man"

The man that Kenya saw was pertaining about her. The man wanted her to step inside the classroom. Although she was reluctant, she decided to step inside the room after she had a deep breath to calm her self. Her eyes automatically befall to the man who invited her to come inside.

The man look like in his mid twenties. He has a very cheerful smile in his face like he does not care about anything in the world. This person has a good physique and face that can be the same level as Mr. Imran but in different preference.

"Woah, I you look like a perfect school model for the new school uniform" The man exclaimed

Kenya was surprised by the man's sudden indirect compliment. She was astonished to even think of doing such thing. She was a very introverted person so revealing her presence to a larger crowd would be suffocating but also sound exciting.

"What's your name my precious customer - I mean student?" She looked at the man puzzled about his identity. This person must be a teacher or somewhat in high position in this school.

"I'm Kenya Heartfilia sir, a senior high stude-" Her words was cut of by Mr. Imran's sigh.

"William, Stop pestering my student"

The sound of Imran's voice was firm and threatening but of course, the man, William Thylex Patterson was unaffected at all, instead he was thinking very seriously as he ignore Imran's whim.