Bitches, Hitches And Stitches [ON HOLD]

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Thanks a whole lot guys for making BHS rank #1 in flaws, #1 in superlove and #2 in elevation.

"What am I to be impressed for?" It took all the control I had within me to answer him without sounding foolish.

He shrugged. "I pleased you?" Now he was both sounding and acting creepy.

Why would he want to please me? Why would he even think so? No. Something was wrong somewhere.

C'mon girl, nothin' is wrong. Just on and cruise, Faith.

"And you both...what's going on?" The prep prefect turned and faced us questioningly.

We both answered at same time. "Nothing."

Now, nothing definitely sounded like something. In fact, many things.

I gave him the accusing look of, see what you've caused. And all Mr Long did was shrug.

God, I felt like a legit trouble maker. Now I was mentally calling him Mr Long, I wondered what he called me in his mind too.

"Return back to your seat." The prep prefect immediately ordered Paris with a suspicious eye. The latter winked at her before complying.

"Stop right there," Paris froze midway to his seat. "Get out of the class." Now Paris turned to face her.

"Hey," He chuckled. "I was just flirting." The manner he said what he said was as though he didn't just do something wrong. Like hitting on a senior girl who probably was hitched with some other guy.

There were few comments dropped by his classmates.

"Just flirting?!" The furrowed brows of the prep prefect that was arched finally relaxed. "Meet me after prep then." A sensual smirk settled on her lips.

Hot dang!

Like drum rolls, time passed and it the bell was struck, signifying the end of the night prep. On a norms, everyone was meant to get to their various hostels for night devotion. But SS2A class members falsely busied themselves with one thing or another.

I myself left the senior's side to Helen's desk where we also pretended to be solving some extra maths work.

No one wanted to miss what would go on between our dearest prep prefect and that boy called Paris.

Paris! Not just any boy!

I rolled my eyes heaven ward and Helen looked at me bothered. "What's off with you?"

I smiled a bit. "Simply pissed with myself. Just pass my case."

Helen nodded with a confused smile. "I will." Her smile ceased. "You're doing your introvert thing."

"What introvert thing?" I ran my hands over the textbook that slumped on my laps.

"Like talking inside your head and imagining stuffs. Somehow I'm jealous." Helen opened up but I wasn't pleased with her answer. Perhaps, because I was yet to decipher if it was a compliment or an insult.