CHAPTER 1

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Hera took a deep breath as she looked at the gate where her dad said it was the school where he had chosen to study. This is the first time she can step foot in that area. First time studying in a school and no longer at home schooling. After she woke up that day four years ago, she found out the reason why she didn’t remember anything and even pronouncing the words she had difficulty with. That was because he had been sleeping in that bed for a long time since he was five years old. 

"W*-ter ..." she hardly uttered as her dad and the one he called 'Doc' were talking.

 They immediately gave her a glass of water and it did not fit the girl, she also immediately asked for another glass until she had four glasses of water. After that, she felt a little relief in her throat.

 After a few weeks of observing the girl, the Doctor also said that she was fine. From the beginning, her father helped her how to walk like a child when she was just starting out. From walking as well as speaking until someone a 'Tutor'  – his father took so that she could study. 

In three years, all she did was study. Tests were put on her to accelerate and keep pace with the learning of her peers. And today is indeed that day because she passed all the tests.

 "My daughter, my reminder to you. Never go with anyone,"  her dad reminded her again. 

This was not the first time she had left the house. Whenever her father was out of work, he always took the girl out of the house to learn how to get along with other people. 

"Yes, But papa, when someone talks to me, what will I do?" she asked as she recalled the first incident when someone asked her one day at the mall where C. R. was. 

"MISS where's the way to C.R?" a lady politely asked her. 

‘Why did she immediately ask C.R?’ Hera thought. She should have asked first where our house was because there was a C.R there.

 "At home. There's C.R," the girl replied with a smile.

She also looked around for her father. He said he would buy Ice cream for her.

 "Huh?" 

She looked up again at the person asking her-who was now looking at her as if in disbelief.

 Its lips are still slightly open. "Are you kidding me kid?!"

Hera also frowned. "Oh no! No ah. You're asking so I'm answering you properly. Because Dad said when someone talks to me I'll talk to them properly because I'm a good girl. But you, you're bad because you're shouting at me," the girl was still calm. 

The lady just stared at her then muttered "Such an Idiot!" Then walked away. 

"What happend baby?" Her father asked worriedly as he returned and  caught her child frowning at the receding bulk of a female 

'bad girl’. Hera called in her mind. 

 "Someone asked me, papa where the C. R is," She answered while still frowning. It is unacceptable that someone tormented her. She was used to her loving father always smiling at her.

 "What did you say?" Her dad asked with a smile. 

Alas! If he only knew that the woman just stared at her instead of saying thanks. 

"I said the comfort room is at home," Hera replied while looking up at her father. 

She could clearly see how the smile on his lips was erased as he slapped his forehead. He immediately explained to her daughter that not only in their house there is a Comfort room but in all the places they can go, including the mall. 

 'I'm the badgirl uh-uh' Hera muttered. 

"Of course you talk properly. Please baby be GOOD and make friends," Her father answered. 

 The girl immediately understood what her father meant. She also learned a lot. She now knew what to do. 

'Yes self you know everything!' 

"Bye. Take care," she said goodbye and kissed her father on the cheek before and her father said goodbye too and went back to the Taxi he was using to earn. 

As she walked, the girl's eyes also rolled around. From the wide gate she had entered earlier there was a hidden extra -spacious school. On the front of a building is written here ... 'DONOVAN UNIVERSITY'

 Holding the paper which contained all of her schedule for that day and her section, she continued walking to find it. 

Fortunately after about five minutes of searching she found it as well. 

When she went inside, there were many students with their own world. In one corner were men gathering at its cellphones. On the left side are women talking happily while some of them are busy putting make-ups on their faces.

She quickly looked for a seat but there was no vacancy in the front where many women were sitting there, she had no choice but to sit in the back, mostly men. 

Maybe it's okay. The important thing is she has a seat. 

As she walked to the empty seat she did not know what to do, especially since someone was looking at her. Others are still smiling especially the men who used to gather on their cellphones, now staring at her intently, someone is even whistling at her.

 'Hmmm.. maybe they want to make friends?' Hera thought as she passed them by. 

 "She’s nice dude. Is she new here?" She heard the question of a man with a playful smile on his lips. 

'Who does he refer to?' Hera wondered. 

"I guess," replied their companion. 

She just ignored them, because they didn't talk to her or ask her questions. They are still prophesying

 "Hi, is no one sitting here?" 

She looked up when someone asked her a question. 

The woman smiled as she asked “why?” she could see her white teeth and her slightly red lips that made it even more beautiful. 

She couldn’t help but be amazed at how beautiful the woman are.  She didn't know if she would answer or just stare at the girl's face. In the end she chose to just stare at her first. 

"Uhm ... miss?" the woman asked again. 

She just sighed, she’s still staring at her. "No one is sitting there," she simply answered, before continued staring at the woman. Hera noticed that the woman didn't seem comfortable.

 Hmmm. Why is it? 

"Why were you staring at me earlier?" The woman asked.  It's a bit of an awkward question.

 "I'm sorry you're pretty," she simply replied while smiling. 

Only now did she see a new person again. She always sees only his father's face, from sleep and waking up, he is what she always sees. 

So it was fun to know that she would be out of the house every day. she will finally meet other people. 

"Is that so? ... Thank you," the woman wryly said. 

Why is it? Doesn’t she happy the she look pretty? Hera’s questioned on her mind. 

"Aren't you happy that you're pretty?" She frowned while asking.

 "Oh! Oh! No, It's just your so..weird," 

Does she seem weird? She was blown away by what the woman said.

 "By the way, I'm Tiffany Rodrigo and you are?" The woman introduced as she held out her hand in front of her. 

She quickly understood that she was getting to know her so she immediately smiled. 

‘I will finally have an acquaintance here.’ Hera thought. 

 "I'm Hera Lopez," Her gently introduce herself while happily shaking hands.

 "Are you new here?" Tiffanyn asked it again.

 "Yes, in fact this is my first time going to school, it's a good thing I've accelerated," she replied cheerfully.

 Tiffany nodded her head .

‘She didn't seem to need to explain much because Tiffany already understood what she was saying’.

 "So you are not a regular student that's why.”

She replied with a smile while still nodding. With her thought ‘ Tiffany probably smart gir.’ 

 

"—Girls, I heard we have a new professor and guess what?" the woman in the first seat almost screamed.

 They have many groups. "C'mon, Sofia spell it," the woman with her was almost unmoved by the urge that they almost look alike because they have the same make-up look.

Hera think it's too much. But they are obviously beautiful.

 "There are rumors that their youngest son Mr. And Mrs. Donovan will teach because he has finished studying about their bussiness," the woman named Sofia said, she seemed very excited.

 "Wait..wait ... You mean Clinton Niccolas Donovan the most hot and gorgeous man we met in the club last week?" Big -eyed unbelievable question of one of them. 

But wait, aren't minors forbidden in the club? Why those group can enter? 

She did not realize that she was listening to their conversation. Her dad also said not to listen to the conversation that she was not with. 

She turned to Tiffany when she touched her. "Why?"

 "Do you know who they're referring to?" Tiffany asked her. 

"No eh, Why?" Now she got curious too.

 Whose this new guy ... she mean, new professor their talking about. 

"He is the son of the owner of this university. And he said that he wanted to teach for a long time, that's Mrs. and Mr. Donovan let him to studied their business first because one day he will be the manager of Donovan Inc. The Donovan Shipping line went to his two older brothers," Tiffany explain it to her. 

It turns out that this new professor they are referring to is rich. 

"Why are you telling me?" She innocently asked when she recovered. ‘Should she recognize every professor here at this university?’.  Not sure. 

"Seriously? .. You're not interested in knowing Who’s Clin— i mean Sir Clinton?" Tiffany seemed unbelievable to her. 

 Why does this new Professor seem so famous? Why does everyone seem to like him? 

While she and Tiffany were talking, those women in the front row didn't stop talking too, which is still the topic; CLINTON NICCOLAS DONOVAN.

 "Eh! I don't know, eh,"  How can she be interestd? she has not yet seen what these professors they are referring to.

 "Wait until you meet him," Tiffany smiled. 

 "He has a class with us?" Hers asked.

 "Yeah, You didn't read the schedule note. There has his name. But it's just a subject, alas," Tiffany said while pouting. 

 Because of what Tiffany said, she re -read the Schedule note that she still holds. Her eyes quickly searched for the name Clinton Niccolas Donovan—

History, is its subject to them. 

She has studied this since she became have a tutor, and she can say that the subject of that subject is very boring. And it is the Last ssubjec, really in the afternoon? 

 

‘Maybe no one will listen because  they are all drowsy at that time.’

"But it's also good that atleast he has a senior high handle because he's focused on teaching in college," Tiffany added with a smile. 

Not long after, their adviser also came where she first introduced her and explained  that she was not a regular student so her teacher remind her classmates to get along with her. Which Hera made happy. 

LUNCH TIME came, the she went to the cafeteria together with Tiffany. 

Tiffany is really a nice person, she even treated her to a lunch. They are enjoying their foods while talking about THE MOST TOPIC IN THEIR SCHOOL; DONOVAN. 

She doesn't even know why they are talking about him .... She mean is it alright to talk someone behind their back ... She mean ... geez! She don't know what are they are doing. 

THE Most awaited time came the History subject. Yeah! you read it right the most boring subject became a most awaited. Maybe that’s the reason why they gave History subject to Sir. Donovan, to catch the attention of the students. But actually her classmates are not listening, they are just staring at the man with a deep brown eyes, A tall guy with a well built body. Even she, can't stop her eyes from staring at those eyes that captivated her. He has this cold but dangerous aura sorrounding him while his eyes was roaming around to each of her classmates seats until his eyes board on her. Her heart unconsciously beat than its normal. Is she nervous? Probobly, yes because he is so intimidiating. He didn't look at her for long either. 

"Ok class. I know a lot of you already knew me but I will introduce myself again,  I'am Clinton Niccolas Donovan. Call me Sir Clinton instead of Sir Donovan. And i just want you to know my simple and plain rule,"

Everyone's attention was focused on the professor. No one made a noise but she knew that her female classmates especially in Sofia's group were just preventing their screams. 

"I hate noise. And if you were just going to sleep in my discussion better go out and sleep in your house,"  He said with a warning tone. 

He probably knows that he holds a boring subject.

‘But, What if she falls asleep unintentionally?’ With that thought she quickly raised her hand to ask. 

"Sir, what if I fell asleep unintentionally?" She asked as she stood up. 

He immediately turned his gaze to her. Her eyes were also looking straight into his eyes as if reading his personality. She just bit her lip so hard, regretting why she asked. By the way he looked at her, her legs were already weakening.

‘I  hope she never really asked. I hope she just keeps quiet.’ She is shouting in her mind. Regretting her decision for speaking. Her palms are also cold due to nervousness. 

 "Oh! You wouldn't like my punishment" The professor smiling replied. 

She didn't wait for him to sit her down, her legs lost strength on purpose so she just sat down. She seemed to run away because of too much speed of her heartbeat. 

She gasped for air because she seemed to be out of breath.

 "You heard me. Every mistake there's a punishment," He said to her classmates and there he focused his gaze. 

It's a good thing it's not her anymore, his stares are debilitating. 

But wait ... what? 

Every mistake there's a punishment? 

Why this professor's Terror? As if he all wanted to be perfect, they shouldn’t do nothing he dislike because they might not like its punishment either. 

The discussion continued, and she could tell that none of her female classmates had complained or could not sleep. It looks like they are really listening well but despite those silences are the imaginations that go everywhere with their professor. Mr. Clinton Niccolas Donovan. 

"Hi Hera, let's go together," 

"Whoah! What a dude I'm lucky so I’m going to take her  home,"

 "You know, you go home, I'll do that to her instead of you,"  

Earlier, the three of them had many cases, only the three of her classmates really followed her.

 "Ahm!  I'm sorry but papa told me that I shoul be  going with him,"  Hera replied innocently to the men who followed her. "But if you want, let's go out of the gate at the same time," She added with a smile so that they wouldn't be sad that she couldn't keep up with them. 

While her  classmates who wanted to deliver her looked at each other as if in disbelief. Others were even disgusted because of the girl's inherent innocence that was not hidden while she was speaking. 

"Yeah! much better," One of her  classmate Kyle, mutterer absentmindedly. 

One of the young men who wanted to go home with him now seemed very weak.