How I Met Mr Jinn ✔️

Chapter Sixteen

Demon Season

"Ruqaya," Professor Frida spoke as she placed a paper on my desk, "Great work, I'm looking forward to reading more essays during this semester."

"Uh, thanks." I smiled.

I gave her an assuring nod, knowing deep down I had cheated a slight bit. But It wasn't what most people expected when hearing the word 'cheat'. Instead of the images of multiple ways of cheating that might find themselves in your head, my definition was far different. To me, it was doing something different than the way you were expected to act. And disappointment was always an expected outcome for cheating. No matter how you cheat. It always leads to one line.

She returned the nod, then continued her stroll around the room, while passing out our graded work. Marisol, who was sitting beside me, took my paper without warning and began to stare at it with confusion. While doing so, she would glance at me every time she had the chance to. It took me a while to realize that she wasn't going to give it back anytime soon, so I decided to take a look at her paper instead. "A 'B', That's a good grade," I stated.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Ok." I shrugged.

"An A? When where you this good at writing essays?" She questioned, slapping the paper onto the desk.

"Hey! Be careful," I warned, "Its an important paper."

"Important?!" She laughed, "Its just a paper with words in it."

I shrugged, "Well... Maybe I worked hard to write down those words."

"No you didnt," interrupted Nick, who sat in front of Marisol. 

Marisol wasn't shy to not glare, she was fierce, honest and most of, she hated this jerk. "I could bet you she told someone else to write it for her." He smirked.

"And how do you know that?" I mocked.

He raised an eyebrow, "Is that even a question?" He laughed.

"Guess it is," Marisol replied boldly.

"Now turn your face. Don't you have other things to look at?" I asked, taking a glimpse of the paper on his desk. "Like.. for example, that C..?"

He was about to reply when Professor Frida yelled from the other side of the room, "Quiet, please!"

"Sure, whatever," he muttered to himself before turning around. As for me and Marisol, we gave her an innocent smile to erase the suspicions creeping in from the back of her head. She paused for a moment, studying the silence before yelling, "Detention! After school, today."

"What? We never did anything." Marisol replied.

"You didnt, but Ruqaya and Nick, if you do not come to detention I'll have to lower your grades." She explained, crossing her arms under her chest.

"I understand, proffecor.. but-" I tried.

"You've been talking a lot lately, even the staff had noticed." She explained, "As for nick, please put your shit together, you have more vocabulary mistakes than a fifth-grader." The last sentence got a few people to laugh, but everything faded away after catching the notice of Fridas frown, the thick brows that were as sharp as her look, and of course, her classic red heels.

"Now.. did everyone see their grades?" She spoke loudly, her voice and footsteps echoing behind her, as she walked towards her desk.

"Yes, professor." We all responded, like mindless zombies. And that we were. The coffee machine right down the hall was broken by Harry Hillard, according to the rumors this morning. To be honest, I don't even know who the guy is, but I was betting it was that tall blonde guy who always wore the same shirt. He looked like he was stupid enough to pull it off. Getting revenge on the whole college, I mean.