Nineteen-year-old Namora Mursings has fallen in love with her married teacher, Mr. Vincent Williams. Knowing the consequences of her infatuation, she still decides to pursue him.
Vincent takes her for a troubled girl still on an identity quest and w...
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I hate him.
I hate him for being so smart, for outsmarting me, for insulting me, for making me fall for him without doing anything.
I hate him. So much.
And that's what I tell myself repeatedly as the lesson drags on, fuming in the background much to Mr. Williams' pleasure.
He seems to get a kick everytime I give him a glare.
Or was it indifference? I honestly don't know. I wish I could say I didn't care, but I sure as hell cared.
"...Lovely, Belle. You can score an A if you keep working like this."
I scowl at the remark I should have gotten.
Is he trying to show me that he can continue his class without my participation? Is he trying to challenge me?
Test my temper?
Annoy me?
The way he's messing with my head is so exhausting but I'm helpless as I watch him, muscles bulging underneath his tight shirt, jawline as sharp as ice, eyes as cold as his heart.
I hate him, I simply hate him for usurping my attention, my thoughts, and my life. Still, what I would give to have him moan my name with that sensual voice of his.
Shut up, Namora.
"...Namora, care to share with us all whatever the hell it is you're thinking about in my class?"
I sit back in my seat when everyone turns to look at me, feeling the blush wafting over my cheeks.
Fúck him. He's going to pay for this later.
"I was just thinking about..." Think fast, Namora...
Thank God Charlotte wasn't here today to witness this disaster.
"About?"
I feel like slapping this blue-eyed Adonis but I'm afraid of ruining his face.
"About how the relationship between Romeo and Juliet is so..."
I attempt to search for the right word, furrowing my eyebrows.
"So?"
"Toxic."
"Toxic?"
"Poisonous. A venom; injected into the bloodstream..." I inhale, "...An addiction. A thirst. Insatiable hunger."
For a second, Mr. Williams only stares into my eyes, while I glare back at him, almost numb.
