“What’s with us?” I asked back to Kyra. I honestly don’t know the answer. I’m still tensed up, knowing Mr. Marcel is listening to us. I’m freaking out inside even I looked calm outside.
“I think there’s a thing over to you and him” Kyra replied then furrowed her eyes at me. I’m shocked at her answer and shivered at the same time.
“Th-there’s not a thing between us!” Oh my, did I just stutter? And the way I said that, it’s kinda loud so Mr. Marcel and Kyra looked at me like I was crazy.
“Anyway, Mr. Marcel, why are you here, alone?” I feel relaxed and relieved when Kyra suddenly drop the ‘Chris and Nica topic’. I looked at Mr. Marcel and he quickly turned away. Wait, Did I just saw him, looked at me?
My heart beats fast like my heart just want to go out of my rib cage. “Nothing, I just want to be here, alone. You know, thinking a lot of stuffs.” He responded then shrugged.
“We’re very sorry for crashing you’re alone time Mr. Marcel, we just couldn’t really take the gaze of the students inside the cafeteria,” this time, I’m the one who make excuse to Mr. Marcel, it’s my fault on the first place. I suddenly walked here not looking if there are some people.
“It’s okay Nica, I don’t mind if you were here.” Mr. Marcel replied eyeing at my direction. He abruptly smiled at me, showing his perfect white teeth and his dimples. Oh gosh, he is such a cutie.
Oh wait, did I just call my teacher a cutie?
That’s not weird, I just called him a cutie. That’s all. There’s no authentically meaning.
I returned the smile. “Thank you Mr. Marcel, and is it really okay with you if we stay here every lunch? I mean we wouldn’t want to ruin your privacy,” I retorted still looking at him.
We talk as if we are just the one who is in here. I broke our eye-to-eye contest by looking at Kyra to see if she was okay.
Yes, she is. She’s playing through her phone or I don’t know, possibly texting?
I furrowed my eyes at her, wasn’t she pay attention to our conversation with Mr. Marcel?
“No problem and yes it’s okay with me. I’m alone too though,” he replied then looked at his hands. While he was speaking, I’m gazing at him.
*riiiinggg*
There you go; the bell rang signaling the lunch break is finished.
I fixed my outfit and stand up. I don’t want to look trash inside the campus or in the eyes of the students. It’s the first day of school, the first impression is important.
But I guess it’s not, for some reasons.
Like the incident of Mr. Marcel and I and now we’re good. I think.
We said our goodbye’s to Mr. Marcel, and walked inside. Many students were looking at our way while we’re walking on the aisle inside the campus. We’re going on our lockers to put my French book inside my bag.
After that, I went to my next class, which is French.
I went on the third row and sat near a window.
“Bonjour, Mon Cher (Hello, My Dear)” I quickly snapped my head to the side because I heard the most exquisite voice I want to hear.
Chris, it’s Chris voice.
Seriously, he is the one who came to me and sat beside me.
Am I dreaming? Or maybe, he wants to look outside the window too if the discussion is boring?
“Bonjour il Chris (Hello there Chris)” I replied with a smile on my face.
He chuckled and look in front because Mrs. Stan stand there looking strict as ever. But I like her, since she’s so nice to me. I turn my head to the front also.
The bell rang again, the warning bell I may add.
I don’t care about the other students anyway, I looked at Chris again and saw he’s already staring at me, he just smiled awkwardly and looked away.
The discussion is getting started and I’m getting bored. I looked out the window, I look above the sky and notice it’s cloudy like it’s going to rain soon.
I sigh; I put my head on my hands and drifted off to sleep.
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I groaned silently when I felt someone was shaking me and whispered, “Nica, time to go home”
Then, someone lightly tapped my shoulder, I groaned again.
I saw Chris above me leaning in front of my face. I look around and notice it’s just me and Chris inside this room.
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Seducing Mr. Marcel
أدب الهواةSeducing someone is hard, for you, I think. For me, it isn’t. In fact, I like it. I love the way I'm doing it. However, I am not a ‘slut’ or a ‘whore’ nor whatever you called it. I seduced them because I want to make them mine. Make them my boyfrien...
