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Chapter 3: Five Points

🎬Aeon🎬

It's been three days since I had planned my attack on Henson. Trust me, I go to a state of mind again whenever I think of him.

If you're curious about what kind of 'state of mind' I'm into. It will start with me saying I'll fuck with his head. Then, I'll say no don't fuck with his head. Which clearly didn't do any progress.

I slumped on my chair while the teacher lectures us about a lesson from Calculus, because that's the specialty of our teacher. Duh?

I played with my pen while my eyes were bored, looking at the Mrs. Hathaway. I tried to scan the room, but what met my eyes were a pair of glaring ones.

Jesus! Does he even know how to stop the fuck up?

I averted my gaze at Henson and just tried my best to focus on class. Trust me the fuck, listening to a teacher lecturing you is a lot better than seeing a guy glares at you. Henson is literally fucking with my head. God, I need to avoid him before I totally turn insane by his ferocious gaze.

Fifteen minutes later...

"Alright class, since it seems like all of you were attentive and were actually listening. We will take a quiz!" She cheered as she opens her book to page blah blah blah. Gaaah!

Fuck.

I did not understand a single thing from you ma'am.

   
   
  
  
 
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"So, when are you planning to play with him?" She said while eating her lasagna.

"I don't know." I groaned in total annoyance. Seriously, the last thing I want is to hear Macey cheering for me to play with him.

"Why don't you not know?" She said, clearly amused at me while also taking a sip on her drink.

"Maybe because it's not normal?" I managed to mumble as she had a darkened stare on her. Which is really scary, but I'm not in the mood to be scared.

"My god Aeon! We tackled this up so many dumb times. Maybe you just need to fuck his head away from his body so he would stop glaring at you. Okay?" She said, sounding genuinely pissed.

"Okay, how about this. If he glares at me the fifth time after this lunch break. I'll consider it." I shrugged while eating my fries.

"Deal?" She mused, completing my words for me.

"Deal." Somehow, it came out muffled. Maybe because I put so many fries that I forgot that I am still human?

"Right." She nodded. "If you are confused, just text me and I'll tell you what to do." She reminds.

"M-kay!" I muffled as I tried to swallow every fries that I had stucked on my mouth.

"Haha, you seriously need to drink. You wouldn't want to choke on fries, do you?" She mockingly said as she scowls at me— in a playful manner, might I add. She gave me the untouched cup of softdrink. I happily took it and drank them all down.

"Fuck." I gasped as I laid the now empty cup of softdrinks. I used my left wrist to clean the sodas that dribbled past my lips.

"Tsk, don't you know how to use napkin?" She irritatingly said. I just shrugged at her; I continue the process of taking in dozens of fries into my mouth

"Jock, they never learn." She rolls her eyes while munching on her almost finished lasagna.

"Fuck." I gasped again, already finishing three cup of softdrinks, with not a single water.