Chapter 4 Annoying encounter...

Juliette's point of view...

The art class, I chose that subject because I heard that the previous art teacher attended the classes so rarely. It was considered as a leisure period for us but now everything changed.

Why on earth did the school hire an annoying character like him?

A face like a chocolate man and the temper of a hell lord. What am I going to face right now?

As the bell rang, everyone started gossiping about the new dream boy character introduced but my concern was solely on the look that he spared me before getting out of the room.

I have to enter the devil's lair...!

Oh God...! Why?

It's 2.00 p.m. and I'm standing at the door of Mr. Richard's office still hesitating to enter.

Whatever is waiting for me, it cannot be good...after all...!

After standing there for what felt like an eternity, I finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

"Get in," I heard an extremely resonant voice jerking my soul inside.

Pivoting the doorknob and pushing the door open, I peeped inside the room only to find it empty.

Weird...! Didn't I hear his voice?

"Excuse me, sir," I added for confirmation, he can't be some invisible man from any Hollywood film, right?

"I said get in" he groaned, "Are you dumb or you present to be...!" that was rude, bloody scum.

I stepped in and found him setting his things on a shelf beside the table.

No wonder I couldn't see him.

I shifted in my gaze and craned my neck to take a look around, there on the top of his table was a bunch of sketches. Along with them some different kinds of pencils and some coloured markers. Also, the annoying flower vase is a trademark for every office in the school.

I stood silently as he was still busy rustling those stuff inside the drawers.

"Why did he call me if he is so busy?" I whispered in an inaudible voice.

"What?" he asked irritatingly, staring at me with his eyes half open, tired and gloomy.

"That! Nothing sir, I just wanted to ask why did you call me?" I exclaimed as I set my eyes on him.

I noticed how handsome he looked despite being irritated and tired, with the light coming through the window falling on his face as if kissing his skin.

Ugh...!

How could someone be annoying and attractive at the same time?

He stood up dusting his hands and walked near the chair.

Now that he was in his authoritative posture, taking a seat like a demanding king on the throne, I think I can apologize. I had been peeking around his things shattered everywhere in the room.

Staring into the papers still spread on his table, he muttered,

"Quit twittering and close that door, Ms Juliette,"

I was caught off guard.

Though a bit nervous, I walked back and closed the door behind me after recovering from the shock he had given me. I walked towards him meekly

"You asked to see me, Sir," I said sheepishly, as low as I could.

He didn't raise his head,

"Do you have anything to tell me?" I clenched my fingers on my skirt, what does he expect me to tell him?

He lifted his gaze and I felt my heart skipped a couple of beats.

I tried to look away from those piercing blue eyes as I felt his menacing glare and looked around for something to focus on.

Oh...! Yes...! I totally forgot to apologize. Mustering all my courage again, I added with my head hung down and my gaze staring at those papers he had in his hands.

"I am sorry, Sir...!"

"I didn't hear it clear...!" he said, rotating his chair to either side. So arrogantly.

Rude bastard...! Gulping down the lump, I repeated rather loudly,

"I am sorry Sir..." Taking a deep breath, I added lifting my gaze, "It won't happen again...!"

He didn't reply but a satisfied smirk tugged on his face.

As I finished my words, I looked up at him, wondering what he would say. But looking at him that way, my heart fluttered. He rolled his shirt over to his elbow. It might be because I was pissed off by his arrogant attitude that I felt my throat dried up instantly.

Was that so...!

Nothing came to my mind except for his alluring features.

Why on earth does he need to have such a good appearance?

Is it not common for an adolescent to drown in the sea of those blue, unfathomable pits in his eyes?

I chewed the inside of my cheek to divert my attention as soon as I realized I was out of breath. But it still didn't work for me. I started to get intimidated once more.

There wasn't any particular expression on his face except for his arrogant smirk. There was not the slightest trace of compassion in his eyes, which were limitless and empty.

Ruthless...! At least, that's what I saw.

"Are you done staring, Ms Juliette?" he grumbled, bringing me back to earth, and it was at that moment that I realized he had got up and was standing quite near to me.

Annoyingly close...!

Regaining my composure, I took a step back. Glancing down, I forced myself to calm down and took a big breath.

"What were you staring at?"

Of course, the chocolate boy in front of me. You...!

"No... I mean nothing at all, Sir," I said, averting my gaze.

"Mm-hmm." he nodded, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, what were you doing in the staff room earlier?" He leaned back on the wall, placing his hands on either side of his hip.

No shit...! The disaster really arrived!

I gulped once more, as my mind went blank. His infuriating glare was causing me unnecessary anxiety. I just could not come up with anything else, even though I tried so hard.

"I am waiting," he cried vehemently, tormenting me with his unceasing suffering.

"Sir, I ugh..." Everything but his sharp blue eyes caught my attention as I gazed around the room.

I seriously forgot why I was there for...!

How stupid can I be?

"I...!"

"Were you there to tamper with something?" he snapped as he crossed his hands over his chest.

Crap...he got it.

"Of course not..." I exclaimed in a hurry, did he possess any superpowers?

How the heck did he guess that?

"Then...!" he said narrowing his eyes.

"What else...I mean, I was there to put the files for Mr.Thompson" I blurted out immediately.

Yeah...!

That is what I was doing in the staff room.

He didn't respond, instead, he had been staring at me with those narrowed eyes.

What now? Is he going to enquire about it?

Is this an interrogation?

Let him...! I just don't give it a damn.

Smacking the weird silence, I added,

"Mr. Richard, if there is nothing more to ask, can I go back?" despite my irritation, I managed to be as calm as I could.

Talking so respectfully to a man like him was already a hard task for me.

"Hmm" he nodded and I turned around in a hurry but it wasn't over yet. My hand touched the sheets on his table and they fell on the ground.

"Ugh...! I am so sorry, Sir" I jolted collecting them but my eyes flung open as I saw the content in them.

Heat curled up on my cheeks when I saw naked people and erotic postures on every sheet. Drawn with passion in pencil.

Each sheet consists of the weirdest positions that I could never even imagine.

Ugh...God...!

Damn...! Is he a pervert...!

Suddenly, my head slumped, even though I was afraid and raised my sight to scowl at him.

"No...! Let it be...!" he jerked back at once.

But...! What is done is done...!

It was so embarrassing.

I didn't dare to lift my gaze to look at him again. He hurried collecting them from my hands to put them back.

And seriously my hands and legs got numb for a few seconds. All that I could think about was to run away from that room as soon as possible.

I hurried to the door, but he was still muttering,

"Hey listen...! Listen to me...!" I gulp down rushing out.

What the hell!! listen to him!! I can't believe Idare too turn around and say,

"Sir, please don't worry, I promise to keep it a secret," I added, as my gaze was still on the floor.

"It's not what you think...," he was trying to explain but I was in no mood to listen to his perverted explanation.

"I won't tell anyone," I repeated with my hands extended and immediately walked out of his office.

My hands and legs were still trembling...!

What the hell was that?

My God...! How could they find a perverted teacher for us?

I know his secret now. Will he make it hard for me?

What an annoying encounter that was.

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