Chapter Four

"So, I'm starting to ask myself what else are their properties," I sarcastically said as I play with my ballpen. It's been like 5 minutes since Ms. Yda Go dismissed the class.

 "You really want to know?" Sophie asked as she plays with her iPhone.

 How I want to have an iPhone.

 I sighed, "You seriously don't know how to detect sarcasm on someone's sentence." Sophie put down her iPhone and looked at me. "But, well. If you know and if you could share what you know. Why not?" I said, raising my hands and doing these weird as fuck gestures I do whenever I feel worried and… you know, ashamed of my stupidity.

Fuck it, Kath.

Why are you so indecisive?

 "Well, aside from this school and Punder's café. They own Chicklit—a well-known shop for dresses, outfits, shoes and accessories for ladies and women. They also own Crust—a famous restaurant for its delicious Pizza. I think they have at least 20 chains in Brampton and 34 in other cities. They—" I immediately cut her by putting my index finger on her lips.

 "I don't want to hear it anymore," I said and messed my hair. "Freaking oreos, it's frustrating me." I sighed.

 "Oh my God, Kathrina?" I tilted my head on my right and there, I saw Lyza with her friends. I honestly think she'll be a model someday, or Hollywood's daughter (what I mean is a young actress at Hollywood). Who knows?

 "Uhm, hi," I said and waved my hand shyly. I feel so ugly when I see her. She's so beautiful and all. She smiled at me.

 "I just want to say sorry in behalf of my boyfriend, Drey," she said with a timid smile. "I swear he's always hot-headed but he's really a good guy. He may be a pain in the arse sometimes but I swear, he's kind." I rolled my eyes heavenwards mentally. Yeah, yeah, he may be a pain in the arse. Quack, quack. Tss.

 I tried to show a genuine smile at them and I hope it worked.

 "Uhm, it's fine," I said. "He's so lucky to have a girlfriend like you." Lyza chuckled.

 "You mean, I'm lucky to have him as my boyfriend," she said.

 What the freaking oreos. That's just the same. Is she high or something?

Why am I even feeling irritated?

"A-ah, yeah." I faked a laugh. "Anyway, you're a Psychology student too?" I asked.

 "Uhm, nope," she said. "Actually, I really came here to give this box of cookies to Sophie so that she can give it to you as our peace-offering." She showed a red box that has a big pink bow on its top. Honestly, my heart was touched.

 "Aw," I said and smiled. She gave me the box and showed me a very genuine smile, of course I accepted it. "Thank you for this. What's your degree program, by the way?"

 "Law," she said. “Yeah… I’m actually kind of old now,” she said, laughing.

 "Wow," I exclaimed with a smile. Lyza smiled back at me and checked her wrist watch that has so many diamonds, I can't count 'em all.

Privilege.

I wish everybody has access to it.

 "Anyway, I'm sorry but we need to go. We might be late at our class, see ya!" she said and went outside of our room. I looked at Sophie who's currently checking her newly polished nail.

 "She's rich?" I asked.

 "Filthy rich," Sophie said. "She's a daughter of a multi-billionaire." My eyes enlarged.

 "Wow. I feel so small and cheap," I told and bit the end of my ballpen.

 "Hey, guys. I'm back," Mila uttered and sat at the chair beside me. I just smiled at her and closed my eyes. "Hey, cookies! Can I have some?" I nodded and gave Mila the box of cookies. I feel so weak, depressed and sad. Imagine, my friends can afford an iPhone, a sushi platter or whatever expensive but me? I can't even buy myself a decent blouse from a mall nearby my apartment. Eehk, that creepy apartment. I'm just thankful to my brain that it's quite intelligent and I passed Irdium Colleges' scholarship test.

Minutes of chit-chatting had passed and a handsome guy wearing a tucked-in, violet longsleeve with a purple necktie entered our room. He looks like a god that came down from Mt. Olympus to show his sexiness. Ugh. I think this is love at first sight.

 "Your mouth, Kath," Sophie said and pushed my jaw upward.

 "T-thanks," I said. This is the first time I saw a hot teacher like him.

 "Okay class. I'll be your teacher for this hour. I'm Janthony Go but you can call me Professor Jane." My eyes enlarged and I swear every girl that is containing their orgasms almost shouted at our professor for being a... gay.

But anyway, what’s wrong with that? We all have our preferences and choices. It’s a free world.

 **

 "He's a trap! A trap!" my anime geek bestfriend—Mila, said as she dips her nachos on its sauce. She was so affected that she even doodled the name of Professor Janthony on her notebook with a big and bold T R A P on every side of the doodle.

 "Will you please stop, Mila? You're getting annoying," Sophie said as she swirls her fork on her carbonara.

 "Annoying? Am I annoying to you, Kath?" Mila asked. I sighed.

 "I need to say yes," I said. "Just eat your nachos and shut up, alright?" I said irritably. It’s lunch time and we're here on a restaurant who serves quality and expensive meals. And yes, it's my first time to eat in here.

 Mila pouted, "I hate you!" I chuckled and shook my head. I was about to sip on my lemonade juice's straw but then my ears heard a booming cackle that echoed in the whole restaurant.

 "Why is he here?" I asked. "Don't he have his own café and restaurant?"

Sophie swallowed the Carbonara inside her mouth and sipped on her Lemonade juice. She was about to talk but the king of the jerks slammed the table (but not that really powerful unlike the other day that made our foods fell on the table down to the floor) and left a five-dollar bill.

 "The three of you can't understand huh?"

 "What? That you're the king of jerks and dirtballs, huh? We do understand that, Mr. Drey 'king of jerks' Jackson Punder," I said and smirked.

The game's just starting, king. It's now or never. I swear you'll regret messing with me, asshole.