CHAPTER 9

❤️❤️❤️ Jennifer' POV❤️❤️❤️

              ❤️NEXT DAY❤️

"Your writing skills are stunning...."

I halt my way at the sound of this sentence when I was in front of my classroom door, not believing what he just said and what it means. I turn around to look at him, standing on his spot with his leather bag in his hand and his strong arms on which is hung his black jacket, and he's staring at me with his pitch-black eyes that always have a strong impact and power on me, no matter the expression and emotions they exude, I'm always enthralled. 

                "What did you say?" I hold my breath back, feeling certain pressure onto my shoulders just to imagine him reading my notebook and my personal story. " I like the way you write." 

        He comes closer to me and said," If you want to retrieve your notebook, meet me tomorrow before my class starts." 

"No" I answered looking into his eyes and controlling my tears. 

"Then you won't retrieve your notebook anytime soon." he sends me a dirty look and walks away.

Is he serious? how dares he talks to me that way after he did?

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           LUNCH BREAK.

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"HEY, Jennifer" Edward wraps his arms around me as I'm walking up to Jimin sitting on the usual bench we use every day. "Hm?" I look up at him, his boxy smile brightening my soul. "Do you know our math teacher likes you ?" 

"Y-Ya! why would he likes me?" I said sitting on the bench. 

"Yes he do Jennifer" Jacob, I thought he's my friend tells the same, Edward. I huff and glance away. 

"Maybe you both are just obsessed with him, but he doesn't like me, alright?", 

"Why are you getting mad?" Edward smirks at me, knowing how I react. 

"Because I don't like your bullshit."

    "Hmm. ... yeah..." Edward lick his lips and looks away.

"What I find pretty odd in Timothy's behavior is that since you and I have been closer, he's been looking at me with hate in his eyes...... And when I'm close to you, he always intended to get me away.... isn't it odd?" 

       "Don't know, why the hell there would be something odd?" I said stuffing my mouth with rice.

"Because he looks at you differently," he pitches back at me. 

"Edward.... seriously...." I sigh and roll my eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about, alright? I'm just a random poor girl among all his students so why the hell would he look at me differently." 

"You shut up. You're beautiful and different from all the girls in here, alright? The faces you see everywhere, they all act slutty and bold just to attract all boys attention only because they think if they act that way, this will bring guys to their feet, they drool over men without even paying attention to what the teachers say. This is the damn reason why he could be interested in you. 

"Boys are like that too. A sexy girl walks in the street and they all start drooling on her. alright? I said.

"They are not all same!! You're not one of them, and I'm not one of those either but whatever!" he puts an end to this, his voice that raised. 

"We're not talking about this subject, we're talking about that teacher who isn't acting with you the same way he does it to others. His eyes are too often on you. So, I'm going to act way too close to you, I'm going to act clingy, touch and kiss you, then we'll see if is showing any kind of jealousy or not.

"Alright,.... we'll see...." I shrug 'cause I too want to know about his feelings.

"Yes, we'll see."

The bell rings, meaning that our next lesson is Math. This is going to be hard as hell now that I know Edward and Jacob are suspicious about Timothy's behavior.

I hurry to stand up and walk towards the building, but Edward grabs my wrist." Are you that eager to see him? hm?" he smirks but passes his finger through the spaces of mine, to intertwine them with mine. 

I follow Edward dragging me with him into the building as Jacob isn't missing a step we're making. 

After a short second, we arrive there and Edward purposely gets right in front of the line made of students, to make sure that Timothy will see us obviously as he hasn't let go of my hand. 

"You sit down on my side and Jacob is going to get on your chair, alright?" He speaks out as other people are talking loudly. "No, I work more efficiently when I'm alone on my desk."

"Yeah, that's right. It's better that way, like this I'll be able to analyze his behavior towards you and compare it to when he's with other stude---" he stops as his eyes focus on something behind me, at the same moment I felt an arm brushing against me, with the familiar scent of male fragrance passing through my nose. I check up on him but see his eyes peeking at my hand interlaced with Edward's one. "We're at school." he raises his deep eyes and to set them into Edward with extreme firmness, " Let go of her hand." he opens the door of the classroom and walks in with some wrath. 

"What a way to act as a simple teacher," Edward clicks his tongue and raises his eyebrows, smirking at me and entering the classroom without releasing his hold on my hand as Timothy told him to do. 

I try to set my smaller hand free from his clasps but this man is way too strong, he brings me to his desk and sits me down on my chair, exaggerating all his actions towards me right in front of Timothy that I can feel glaring at us. Edward passes his hand through my hair and presses his lips on my forehead. 

I take a look at Timothy to see his reaction, as soon as my eyes meet his big threatening ones, his jaw clenching, I glance away and take out my stuff.

"Open your book on the last page we were on yesterday and make the exercises by yourself for now." he drops a pile of papers down on his desk aggressively. " You can call me if you need any help." his furrowed eyebrows as he took hold of the papers he almost slammed on the desk and steps aside to start handing them out. 

"Mister Holden, can I ask you a question?" Edward speaks out trying to provoke him. "What" he answers a bit bluntly, not acting the way he should be with students. "Can I work with Jennifer? She's-- " 

"No" he shot a simple blow of air. "That's for individual" and he goes back to his activity. 

After some time I was fidgeting on my seat, trying to sort out my mind about why is he behaving like this, why is he jealous? does he really like me? as he was checking on some students who asked for his help, he comes right up to my desk and without thinking about what he's doing, he bends over me from behind and sticks his chest to me, his veiny hands coming with insight and flattering on my table. 

"Are you playing with me" he murmurs in my ear in a harsh voice, his veiny hand turning red from anger. "We'll talk about this tomorrow morning before the class starts, and you should come if you want to retrieve your notebook. understand?"