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Sorry for not updating yesterday! The wifi crashed for a whole day but I wrote this chapter last night, and don't worry I'll still update today! XD

Kyron

"I'll lend it to you."

Looking at me quizzically, she jerked her arm away, her face still red. "I think I'll take them from Ma'am." There was a hint of apology in her hesitant smile as she pushed her chair away and walked to the front, shoes tapping the ground with every step she made. I stood there, watching her make her way to the teacher, pushing away the effects of rejection when she outright refused my offer. The teacher was holding out a pen and writing paper like me, but the only difference between us was that she had someone receiving it, whereas no one was accepting mine.

"Oh no you don't!" the girl sitting at the table next to her squealed, pulling her back into her seat. "You don't leave this poor guy here standing like an idiot! Take it and thank him!" Instead of the indignance of her calling me an idiot, I surprised myself when a rush of gratitude filled the insides of my nervous caterwauling stomach.

Emma sat frozen in place, body rigid, unsure of how to react. Her hands moved to the corner of her seat where she grasped it and began to tighten, knuckles turning white as the blood vanished from her veins.

"Accept it!" the girl ordered, seeing that Emma was not making a move. "Accept it!"

"Accept it, accept it, accept it!" Everyone was standing up now, clapping as they chanted loudly for the neighbouring classes to hear us. I saw her face get redder as she looked down in her seat, not speaking a word. Inhaling slowly, her demeanour wasn't calm at all as air rushed into her lungs in an attempt to subside her growing displeasure. I was sure she couldn't blush more powerfully when she suddenly stood up and faced me, anger blazing in her eyes.

"Fine!" she snapped, snatching the pen and paper (both hair-manifested) from my hands. Too shocked to move, I stared unblinking into her eyes as she sent hate plummeting down my gutless body, clanking against my Grade-F quality bones. "I'll take it. No thanks." Placing them harshly on the table (poor me and my pride), she spun around, her gaze fixed on the teacher as she bowed her head a little. Apology was clear in her voice as it rang out in the classroom, sounding less rude than when she was spitting at me. "I'm sorry Ma'am, I'll take his- "she jerked a finger at me, "- since the whole class practically demanded me to take it. Thanks anyway."

Ignoring the stares at her, she sat down, bending over her paper, starting to write her first sentence. After the first word, she stopped, still holding her pen and staring at the floor as if she had a revelation. Looking up, she glared at everyone, prompting them to do whatever she was trying to send over telepathically. Nobody got her clue, making her slam her pen down on the table with force.

"What are you still looking at? Show's over, get back to your work!" The class scrambled back to their seats as they picked up their writing instrument, hunching over their desks and too, began writing. No one dared to speak under the dirty look she was giving them. At the corner of my eye, the teacher was trying not to laugh, because Emma just mimicked her and got the class to do what she in the first place had wanted to yell at them to do, saving her energy. Already, Emma being the Literature teacher's pet was evident.

I sat back down onto my seat, glancing at her from time to time as I began to jot down nonsense. It wouldn't matter if I got it wrong anyway, I would just simply bewitch the teacher to thinking I'd written the best in class. As I glanced up at her for the tenth time since I started to write, her eyes met mine, stopping me in doing whatever I was doing.

"Am I very pretty?" she asked sweetly. Her question took me aback as I stared at her, mouth agape. Was she going to kill me with her sweet talk? I couldn't form words in my mouth as I thought of what to say, my brain instantly functionless. "Uh, you are...?"

When she looked at me with that 'seriously?' look, I knew I had said the wrong thing. "Stupid idiot." She whacked me with her pen (my hair) on my head, getting the revenge from what I did to her this morning. "Don't try to flatter me. What I meant was, stop staring at me with your hideous eyes. Don't boys ever get the meaning?" She rolled her eyes. Ouch. I held my hand to my chest in mock pain as she rolled her eyes again, smacking me once more.

"Do your work. I still haven't forgiven you for trampling on my grass and humiliating me in front of the whole class. That's two crimes already." She pinched her lips together, her look now both annoyed and amused. Waiting for me to put my pen back to paper, she tapped her foot softly in a steady rhythm, her impatience apparent. "Go on."

I sighed dramatically, making a face. However, I complied, switching my focus back to the useless piece of work that I was forced to do. What's the point of doing this, I lamented to myself. My hand was getting sore already.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Her foot was still unwaveringly tapping on the ground, never once faltering. I risked looking back at her, expecting her to threaten to whup my butt for not doing my work, but her mind wasn't paying attention to me. She was still rapidly scribbling on the paper, filling her second page with alphabets.

I listened to her foot tap with amazement. Her mind was actually doing work on one hand and tapping her foot on another! That feat surprised me, someone with bad coordination. I constantly tripped in the palace as if I had two left feet, back when I was still serving the king, sending him reports of the global happenings.

Considering whether to warn her, I stared at her for a few more moments then quickly changed my mind. I ignored my subconsciousness's nagging about how her mind must be working overtime doing work simultaneously and whatever. All I cared was to hear her tap her foot, the rhythm soothing to the ears, putting my still churning stomach to calm and my heart to a slow, normal pulse. I know, I'm a selfish brat and everything, but hey, I was just like that.

A selfish brat and a stupid idiot. My favourite two personalities.

The shrill ring of the bell interrupted my thoughts as the teacher clapped her hands, signalling for everyone to hand up their work. The class filed up in a single row and gave their papers to her, chatting as they exited the door. Emma stood up, joined the queue and waited for her turn while I sat in my chair unbudgingly, still imagining the tapping of her foot. As she passed the teacher, the teacher gave her a small smile and told her something, ushering her out of the door as she giggled at whatever she said. Something about being a teacher when she was an adult and consulting her if she ever needed help.

But she didn't leave the classroom. Emma called out to the girl sitting at the table next to hers and invited her to lunch break, which completely surprised me since she sort of 'helped' me in the drama fiasco (and called me an idiot). The girl agreed and without paying me any heed, they strode out of the room leaving me and the teacher alone.

The teacher took her time collecting her lesson materials and placed them immaculately in her bag, arranging them in an OCD way. Zipping the bag, she stood up and took the bag in one swift motion, walking briskly to the door. Just as she was about to exit, she halted in her tracks and whipped around to face me.

"Aren't you going to go for lunch break?"

I shook my head. "Nope. I'm going to spend my time here."

Hearing my words, she couldn't resist grinning. "Why is that so? When you closed down my offer to give Miss Young the writing materials, you seemed quite desperate to be the one to help her. Why not chase her?" Winking, she stepped outside the classroom, adding, "She's an interesting girl. Catch her before the pretty butterfly flies into the cocoons of others, because just in case you didn't notice, while she was playing cheeky your peers were all goggling at her like infatuated pigs." Smiling, the tail of her coat swished with the wind as she left, deserting me with the unknown bomb she planted and my overbearing hormones spiking jealousy within my puny soul.

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Chapter 2 is out!

Since it's the May holidays here, I'll have a lot of time to write my books! I'll update a chapter every day from now on. Thanks for reading my story!

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