#Flirtationship

chapter fifteen : noob

My mind has been circling around thoughts of Kitty last night. I barely slept thinking about what she was not telling me.

I checked on Lance and she wasn't lying. He was still in New York. I thought of asking Lance about Kitty but pushed the thought away. Lance will never tell me what Kitty has been hiding. He's a part of it.

I entered my room and sat beside my friends who were busy chatting about their sex life with their girlfriends. They asked me to open up about mine. I just gave them a shake of head.

"He has no sex life because he is too focused on his studies," one of them said, rolling his eyes at me.

"You should get yourself a girl, dude. At least have some fun before you graduate."

"You can't stay a virgin until our graduation, dude."

Then they laughed at me. After a few more chatter, our professor has arrived. Some of them went back to their seats. I fixed myself on my seat and prepared my notebook for note-taking.

Our professor greeted us before starting with our lesson. After an hour of discussion, some of my classmates began to yawn and sleep, ignoring our professor's cold stare. I couldn't blame them. I kept pinching myself just to stay awake. His subject was a major one so I couldn't sleep in his class.

My sleepiness and of my other classmates was interrupted by the creak of an opened door. Our heads -- including our professor -- turned to the visitor who has just arrived.

My brows raised up at the sight of her. My friend sitting beside me made a sound in awe of her. She was indeed pretty. I couldn't blame him.

She gave the class a nervous smile before she met my professor's cold stare.

"And you are?" asked my professor.

"K-Kaitlyn C-Calloway," she answered in a soft voice, stammering.

"Are you sure you entered the right class, Miss Calloway?" my professor asked.

"Y-Yes?" She wasn't sure. "This is.…This is…Psychology…and…and you're Mr. Noah Smithson, right?"

I stifled a smile as I watched her speak. She managed to remain pretty despite of her nervousness.

But what was she doing here, studying? I thought she's studying in Barcelona.

"You're an hour late!" Mr. Smithson yelled.

"I had to run an errand," she replied. "Sorry."

"This won't happen again!"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Take a seat!"

One of my friends has volunteered the vacant seat beside him but she rejected his offer. My friend beside me has volunteered the seat next to his. She has flinched when she saw me.

"You're taking much of my time, Miss Calloway. Take the seat next to Porter. Move!"

She had no choice. She walked her way to her seat. She has glanced at me before sitting beside my friend. She has winced when my friend leaned to her -- too close that my fists automatically closed and tigtened.

"I'm Mark Porter," he introduced.

"Kaitlyn," she answered.

"And my friend beside me here is -- "

"Ethan," she finished.

"She's my childhood best friend, Mark," I explained.

His mouth formed an O before grinning.

"Oh! Your lovely Kitty!" Mark exclaimed. "Wow. She really is pretty, man. I get it now why you are so ob --"

I nudged him to stop him from talking.

He frowned at me. "What? Am I right? You said her pretty face kept you from -- "

I nudged him again. Kitty was already frowning at us, surely wondering what's going on.

"What the hell is your problem, man?" Mark hissed.

"Listen. You don't want to be sent out again, do you?" I said, trying to act cool.

He grunted and focused on our professor with his lips compressed in a thin line.

I peeked at Kitty. She was also peeking at me. I winked at her and smiled before returning my attention to our professor.