IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

28: The fart matter and etc.

ANYA's POV

I didn't moved from my seat. Afraid that if I will, they would laugh at my face. All eyes around our table just continued gawking at me like I had grown a music box on my forehead. Music box playing a beat-box sound.

Bloody Jul!

Even in his table, no noise can be heard from his officemates. My clasped hands before me started to sweats. Sweating like I had put up a bloody faucet on it.

What to do? I know they think I was the bloody culprit of that! Oh geez.... now my Calvary had began. Good thing that his beat-box doesn't smell anything hellish, just purgatorish. I should've kill Jul when I still have a chance to d! But now since it was done and we're all done if we can't think something brilliant to solve this problem.

Think, think, thin, Anya..

I fumbled with the right excuse to say, squeezing out my mind till it had dried out. What to do, what to-----

I mentally paused when a light bulb with wings appears in my head. Then a small smirk curved in my mouth with that. Though it was crazy but I just gladly grabbed it without giving it a thought. Being choosy is not an option here.

It's now or never!

With a straight face and my self-proclaimed Oscar's awards in acting, I took my phone in my bag with ease, feigning to check it then swipe, swipe, swipe. Good thing Nacho had sent me lots of texts after his 10 missed calls. Opening his damn text message, I faked a smile when I had read it though in reality, I was cringing with it.

'Hello, babe. I just want to talk to you. Please, answer your phone. I was sorry that I've cheated on you... I still love you.'

I quickly send a vomiting emoji as my reply to his text. Then I gazed up around and found them still looking at me, now with grimaced on their faces. I frowned at them. Inspecting each of their bloody faces with a big question mark on my face, feigning like I have no bloody idea what's with their faces when I know they have feces on their foreheads.

"What's with your faces, people??" I asked with my eyebrow almost rose vertically on my forehead.

They just groaned. Some just rubbed their noses with their fingers with eyes gazing at me with accusing stares. I averted my gaze to the 4-footer man earlier when he cleared his throat like he had something on his throat before he met my eyes.

"Ah..W-We're just.." now my eyebrow had rose vertically, expecting him to spill whatever beans he had in his mouth, causing him to take a deep shaky breath then feigned a cough.

"W-We're just wondering if you had just..."he paused, looking hesitant with his next words.

tsk, tsk.. I didn't know I have scared him earlier with his balls being threatened.

I mentally smirked at that thought.

"I had just what?" I asked him with impatient voice, feigning innocence.

He gulped then avoid my eyes glinting with threat.

"We'rejustwonderingifyouhadjustfartedMs.Monriz.." he uttered in a tongue twister.

Oh God. I didn't know I had really intimidated this specie. I was really ready to bursts into laughter with that but I stopped myself. I don't think it was the right time for that.

I furrowed my brows with eyes dancing with mirth.

"Can you say it a li'l bit slow, please? I don't think I've got your message clear as you have say it in a tongue twister." I playfully commented while shaking my head and a small smile curved in my mouth.