“HE LOOK so handsome, sissy!”

I look at Nethra after i heard her whispering, “Everyone knows that, Nethra.”

She chuckled, “Earlier—you were as if fangirling over him. Now, you're bitter? Why so fast?”

I shake my head as i listen to her teases. Using the tip of my ballpen, i pointed the board, “See that? There's plenty of words on the board that our notes needed.”

She growled—already complaining when she hasn't started anything yet, “This is why i hate literature! There might be just easy things to do and understand but there's plenty to take a notes!”

I shake my head i smile, teasing her. My hands move fast as i take notes on my notebook for the subject that being discussed.

“So, he's our professor for two subjects?”

I hummed and frowned at the end, “Isn't it three? I mean, it's Mathematics, Literature and Science. Isn't it?”

She teased me using the way she looks while grinning, “Now, who's what, seriously?”

I grunted, “You were asking, Nethra! Do you expect me to cry over your question?”

She laughed as she shake her head yet her teasing grin didn't change. I tsked and shake my head, Nethra—really?

The sunrise of the morning sun rays on the windows on our side—left. And because of that, it hit me which lightened my shadings.

It's not hot though nor cold. It's the exact warm i would want. I look at our professor again. His hand move as he write something on the board.

“Now, what is Simile?”

I cleared my throat as i secretly hide myself from being questioned. This happened when i didn't review! I want to scream loudly and cry because if ever i was the unlucky one chosen, i'm deadly doomed.

“Bethany Nethra Victor? Who's that? May you answer my question?”

I look at Nethra who got her eyes widened as she gripped on her skirt with a teasing smile.

“So lucky, sissy.”

She jokingly hit me under the table which made me almost laugh.

“Y-Yes, sir.”

She stand up as she cleared her throat, i could see the little shiver she's having.

“What's Simile, Miss Nethra?”

She smile in bitterness. She look like she's about to poop which made me lipped as i try to stop myself from laughing.

“I-It's one o-of the i-imagery i-in literature, sir.”

He frowned, “Pardon me, miss Nethra?”

I pinched Nethra's thigh which made her eye widened on me, warning me.

“Just kidding, sir,” she cleared her throat again and look at the board, “I-It's comparing, sir.”

“Hoe does Simile compared something?”

She scratch on the tip of her nose in nervousness, “Uses some phrases such “as” and “like”, sir.”

He look so serious and snob when he look at her again and tsked as he give her a signal to sit down.

“You may sit, miss Nethra. So, in conclusion, class—Simile is something that compared one another as if it's another.”

He walk towards the board again as he speaks, “That being said, Simile includes “as” and “like” in the sentence, making it appeared what it meant to be.”

I nodded as i take notes and look at Nethra who's now taking notes. Time passes as well as his lectures, thankfully—i didn't get bored. Maybe because he look so hawt and new for my eyes to take.

It's time for our break time.

“So, what will you buy in the canteen?”

I look at Zendra, “Where have you been?”

She chuckled, “I was late so instead of taking the class, i just roamed around the buildings.”

I tsked and pinched her cheeks, “You silly girl! What if the principal were roaming around too?!”

She grinned, “Then, we're roamers.”

Nethra laughed, “Roamers, huh. Go tell that on his face, i bet—he will jump on you which crashed you.”

I tsked and unbelieving shake my head, “Stop badmouthing him now, will you two? Let's go buy something. I'm craving for something spicy right now.”

When Nethra saw Camila walking towards us while her arms are wrap around my ex-boyfriend's arms, she bitterly with a hint of disgust smile at me.

“Oh, i thought you crave for something itchy and disgusting as we saw them suddenly.”

Zendra tsked and fixed her side bangs, “That would kill our best girl, sissy. Why don't we just eat outside? We're allowed to, right?”

Someone coughed behind us. It's the professor.

“Yes but make it fast because after break time, it's Mathematics time.”

Again, his cold baritone voice sounds like my favorite song even if it screams coldness and ignorance towards the one he's talking to.

His eyes have no sparks as he speak, it remained dark, serious and cold. As if setting a barrier around him. He's guard is surely up. But he look so familiar that i find it odd.

“Yes, sir. Thank you for the answer. Please eat well and enjoy the break time,” i answered since the two seems to be lost in their fantasies.

I grabbed their arms and pulled them with me as i walk away, “You two surely need to calm down yourselves! He's our professor, okay?”

Zendra laughed, “He is?! Had i known it, i would still take class even if i'm million hours late! I would not care if i'm gonna go guidance for hours!”

I tsked and looked at Nethra, “What? You also got something to said?”

She giggled and nodded, “I think you will fall for him.”

Now, that makes me laugh.

“He is handsome, sure. But he's just my type to have a crush on not someone I would be likely to settle on with!”

They suddenly share such teasing eyes that it made me want them to burned them.

“Why are we even in this topic! Let's eat, can't we?”

They grinned again, “Okay, let's eat now, Zendra. Our bride might get hungry.”

“Bride?”

We stopped when Camila suddenly asked.

Zendra snorted, “It's not your business, itchy queen.”

“I'm just harmlessly asking!”

Zendra rolled her eyes.