You're the reason behind my S.M.I.L.E

Chapter 5

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Jennifer

I'm trying hard to not look at him.

Being in mathematics class feels like hours. Ask me why, well for starters, the incident in the hallways yesterday still lingers in the back of my mind. Then in the class he kept looking at me the entire time. I tried to ignore him as much as I could. Only looking up when he would be explaining the topic or calling my name for attendance.

I still can't get over the fact that I almost kissed a professor and then proceeded to step on his hand with my heel.

Like WHY HIM?

That's not even the problem that is bothering me the most. It's the way everyone keeps talking about him as if he's a god.

I know, he's somewhat handsome but that doesn't mean you go around worshiping him, boosting his already big ego if the alleged incident of how he straight away ignored Professor Jass's invitation to show him around is true.

I can see girls who aren't in our class roaming outside just to get a glimpse of him. All of this makes me thankful to the gods who taught me to never indulge in such nonsense.

Devil was once an angel so he has to look charming, cunning, and nonetheless as Taylor once said a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Mr. Reynolds was looking at his laptop, probably making a list of people who had been successfully enchanted by his charms.

I tried to imagine red thorns on his head, black wings, tail and a trident in his hand instead of the marker.

A chuckle escaped my mouth and I covered my mouth with both my hands. Kathy nudged me and I noticed him and everyone else looking at me. I cleared my throat.

"What's so funny, Ms. Winget?" He raised his brows and crossed his hands.

Think. Quick. Idea.

"It was a hiccup." I replied and fake hiccuped afterwards.

He bit down his smile, "A hiccup? That doesn't sound anything like that."

I was about to reply when Kathy stood up and shouted, "There's a rat in here." I jumped and stood on my desk followed by many students doing the same. A few seconds ago, the class was so silent that I could hear a pin drop but now it's utter chaos.

"Where?" I kept blabbering but no one answered.

"CLASS!" Mr. Reynolds' voice sliced through everyone else's to get our attention, "Settle down in your seats." There were a few protests and people like me were still standing on their seats. He advances in our direction and once he was right in front of us, his attention was focused on Kathy.

"There's no rat. I was just trying to help my friend. Shock works like a charm on hiccups." Kathy explained while the sound of someone typing furiously on their laptop echoed.

"What?" My mouth was wide open at her revelation. I quickly got down from my seat.

"Look, you don't have hiccups anymore." I gave her a side-eye.

"You could've said something less chaos-making." Mr. Reynolds remarked as his eyes settled on the person beside me, preciously, Monica.

"What might you be doing Ms. Monica Rodriguez?" He asked, looking perplexed. I noticed that Monica was the one typing furiously on her laptop. On Mr. Reynolds' question, she looked up innocently and uttered, "Oh my gosh. Is something wrong? I was so engrossed in finding out more about the topic you just covered that I didn't notice what was happening around."