*PARKES POV*
'TSK!'
I tsked behind my mind while looking madly at the woman standing in front. It's that Draze again acting like a teacher, tss!
She speaks loud! She makes a death glare to those using cellphones and not doing their activities.
She roam around with her crossed arms and it makes me irritated! I really despise this sour woman!
I startled when a stick stamps on my table.
What the hell!
"Why aren't you answering?" There's an irritation in her voice.
"Why? Are you answering too?" I can see how her lips curved and her eyebrows met. "Don't dictate us if you can't even dictate it to your self."
"You! You----"
"What's going on here?" Finally, our prof is here!
"She's busy dictating me instead of answering her activity, Prof," I said with a high chin. Of course—I'm telling the obvious truth!
"And who said that she will answer?"
My face went to shock and see the sour woman beside me. What the! She smirked!
"She'd already answered it before I left."
"B-but Prof---"
"Pass your papers in front now!"
Damn! I don't have any answer on my sheet. I couldn't get a chance to cheat because her eyes are on me the whole time! Its her fault!
"Don't look at me like that, Parkes. If you forgotten, you're busy staring at my direction for you to cheat. And I'm happy to say that, you deserve that." And she sit in front of me while laughing.
I just passed my paper with only my name written on it. I don't even know if my name is written with full ink and I don't hella care!
Me and my seatmate, Peter shifted our glance to the group of girls laughing hard like a people in the squatters.
The so called Achimmawar Group laugh hard and they even stamp their tables. I stared at the sour woman.
She have those thick eyebrows that can raise if you did something. Those dark brown eyes that can make you shiver when you stare at it. Her nose that is not so pointed. And her lips--- Fvck! Why am I describing her anyway?
I shifted my glance to my phone when it vibrated. It's John Carl calling.
"Bud, I think I need a hard drink."
"Woah! My man is now craving for hard liquors!" My man is in a deep problem, "What time?"
"After class. At your pad—I really need to drink."
I stared at my phone after he cut the line. A smile crept into my lips—a love problem! Tsktsktsk!
