Don't Mess With A Girl

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

Phoebe's POV'S

He was so annoying.

I thought as I give him a quick glance. The fact pinili nya iyong lamesa na katabi ko proved my point.

Hindi ko alam kung anong problema nya at hindi nya ako tigilan. Why does he always have to annoy me?

Nilabas ko ang notebook ko at binuksan ko ito bago ako mag start mag scribble. I can't wait para mag lunch. Ito siguro yung first time that I am looking forward para mag lunch. Kung hindi ako aalis dito, baka kung ano pa ang gawin ko sa lalaking nasa kanan ko.

Baliw ba sya?, I asked myself as I peeked sa kanya. Meron atang sira sa ulo at may balak pang pagsigawan kung anong nagyari sa date namin. Wala ba siyang kinatatakutan?

After that kiss, I started avoiding him but now... I don't even have a choice but to see him every day, let alone sit beside him for the rest of the year.

I don't think my mind and my soul can take it. I don't think my heart can, either. Bibigyan nya Lang ako ng malaking problema.

And a problem is the last thing that I want.

I looked around sa class namin and noted kung sino sino ang mga kilala ko. Other than Ace and his friends- which is surprising to see na all five of them made it to top ten- all surrounding me, nandito rin, of course, my best friend Faith, some of the members of student council katulad na lang nila Jade and Jin. Ashley as well, with a few other cheerleaders. Barty, who sits on the other side and strangely keeps looking at Ace and me, and other students na wala akong ganang kilalanin.

The door opened with a slam, and a guy wearing a navy blue blazer with a white shirt underneath comes in. He walked with so much confidence, holding a blue book sa left-hand nya. He stopped sa desk in front of the class and cleared his throat.

Naging tahimik ang lahat and ang attention napunta sa kanya.

"Good morning, class one," he greeted with his deep voice.

By looking at his appearance, he couldn't be more than in his thirties. Black hair, tan skin, and lean body, you could tell na he's working out.

"Good morning," greeted ng lahat.

"My name is Paul Gonzalez," nilapag nya ang hawak na notebook sa lamesa nya before looking at us again. "It's Mr. Gonzalez for all of you."

BinUksan nya yung notebook, clearing his throat, he said, "I'll be your homeroom teacher and your teacher in English. I'll get attendance before going over my rules."

It took him no more than a minute to take attendance. He closed the book in front of him bago sya tumalikod at nagsulat sa white board.

"I like him."

Lumingon ako sa harap and Faith smiled at me.

"He's hot, diba?" She whispered bago nya binalik ang attention nya sa harap.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ash frowned.

"Listen up," Mr. Gonzalez stated while playing sa marker na hawak nya. "I only have three rules. Rule number one; speak English during my class, and when you talk to me. I don't care if it's inside the classroom or not, if you wanna talk to me, then better speak English."

Although he sounds strict, nakangiti sya the whole time syang nagsasalita. His looks contradict his tone.

"Number two; Be on time. Every day, I will walk on this door at exactly eight-thirty in the morning, and once I closed the door, no one can come in. You can wait for the next period if you want."