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Mr Dante's dilemma

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Natalie Jackson sat at the back row as usual.

She slowly wrote jargon on the white sheet before crumpling the paper and throwing it far away.

She took hold of another piece of paper, glaring at it angrily before also crumpling it and tossing it at the entrance of the class.

Today, she was wearing black denim pants with a black hoodie sweat and black sleek sneakers.

Her black raven hair was tied in a neat bun and she had black mascara coated on her eyelids, making her look alike to Angelina Jolie due to her cheekbones and facial structures.

She popped a gum again as the time went by, wanting to get the last period over with.

She didn't like coming to class because she didn't see the need.

She actually had liked attending classes before—at least till a year ago— but since she overheard her parents talking about sending her to school in Netherlands, she didn't see the need and started acting up.

She didn't want to leave New York for a country in another continent just to continue in endless tortures of stupid studying.

Who even loved school anyway?!

She had heard her mom asking her dad if she would become the CEO after graduating or if her younger brother would take the lead and her dad had replied with a positive.

She would end up being the CEO either-freakin-ways!

What was she reading for when she wouldn't deal with comprehension passages or algebraic equations in her plush looking office?

Yeah, nothing.

So she made up her mind and decided.

'I'm going to act up and not be the sweet little girl they know. From now on, I'll be a little brat and also treat people like the bitches they are.'

And that was what she wanted to keep doing.

Her parents decided to leave her with them so she wouldn't turn into a permanent bitch if she left New York and the thought pleased her.

There was not going to be a person that could stop her...or dared to, as a matter of fact!

All except...a whiny voice sulkily reminded her.

She took a deep breath in and muttered a low curse when the devil himself entered. Just when she was thinking about his pathetic ass.

Mr Dante.

She looked up at him in utter disgust and roamed her eyes around his frame, from top to bottom.

Broad shoulder, slender in six feet four, with biceps that suited his height and hard muscled chest. Plump, rich lips. A godlike structured face that pissed the hell out of her. 

Natalie did an eye roll and took her eyes off the man.

She felt like clawing her long nails over his face in irritation.

So he wouldn't look that pleasing, that handsome.

The man was the only one that made her do all her assignments and the only one that kept up to his threats— if she didn't. He cared nothing for her bitching ass.

Mr Dante looked over to her just when the class was about to end and amusement swirled within his orbs, as if they were both having an inside joke.