CHAPTER 8Although unsure of my answer, I still handed over my professor’s pen after answering the question on the board. I couldn’t remember the last equation to use for this problem. I studied it last night, but I just couldn’t recall the last equation I needed. I had too much on my plate last night and lacked sleep, that’s why I probably forgot which one to use.Ma'am accepted the pen I gave her, and then looked at the board to check if my answer was correct. I didn’t expect to feel so nervous when I saw her squinting and furrowing her brow, a sign that maybe I solved the problem incorrectly and she didn’t get it.That thought made me really nervous, and even more so when I saw her approach the table to grab a book. She looked back and forth between the board and the book before finally releasing it from her hand."How did you do this?" she asked me, referring to what I solved on the board."Sorry?" I asked, still perplexed."I said, how did you get this equation?"I became nervous
"Jeanshe!""Spencer!"Shawnel and I looked at each other as we both exclaimed those words. The emotion I saw in her eyes was the same emotion I could see in mine - a deep concern and worry.We were all stunned by what we saw. We were all frozen in place as we witnessed Spencer fall to the ground, hit by bullets from behind.Our worry for Spencer dissipated when we saw him crawl towards Jeanshe. We breathed a sigh of relief because we thought he was going to die from those bullets. But it seems we were wrong because in the midst of his suffering, he still managed to crawl towards Jeanshe. The perks of being a tough weed. When you're a tough weed, you can expect to live a long time even if you're close to death.But our reduced worry returned when we saw Vildamir aim his gun at Spencer. While Spencer continued to crawl towards Jeanshe, holding onto her hand.When our eyes met, I nodded at Shawnel. A nod that meant it was the right time for us to execute our plan. Shawnel seemed to under
I turned around at the sound of it, and there I saw Vildamir holding something black in his right hand, which I guessed was a remote control. On his left was the wounded Lucille whom he was supporting.Behind the two of them was our traitorous friend, whose face showed no sign of regret. On either side of him were his assistants, both holding guns. And all those guns were pointed towards us."I told you to let us pass because if not-"It didn't even finish what it was about to say when Shawnel suddenly interrupted. "-Because if not, you'll blow up Speare?" Shawnel asked sarcastically, which made me turn to look at him.I had a puzzled look on my face, wondering why he was being sarcastic towards Vildamir, knowing that the idiot was holding Speare's life in his hands. If the stupid guy got offended or annoyed, the bomb attached to the child's body would surely explode, and the only thing that would trigger that bomb was Vildamir himself."Do you really think that we're that kind of stu
"Sir, positive sir!" The police officer informed us, which made us alert. We were all alerted because his statement had only one meaning, that what Vildamir said was true, that there was a bomb in the entire place, and they were just waiting for Vildamir to detonate them. At first, we did not believe that they planted ten bombs in the entire place because we did not see anything during our hours of stay there. Chief sent someone to check if there really was a bomb in the area, and based on his report, there was, which caused us to be slightly worried. But we did not show it because we knew that he would use it against us in a way that would mock us."See? I told you," Vildamir said with a proud smile. It seemed like he was proud of himself because he had unlocked another achievement that he could boast about, that he had fooled us for the first time and made us look stupid. I was furious at the thought and my jaw clenched, and I balled my fists. When I looked at my colleagues, I was
"Shit! Why did you do that, Shawnel?" Deon angrily asked Dashiel while we were still hiding. Shawnel remained silent, lost in thought. When Deon saw how serious she was, he stopped talking too.Minutes passed before the shooting stopped, and during that time, all we did was duck and hide, as we couldn't find the time to do anything else.When we finally stood up, we looked around to see where the barking dogs were and why they had stopped. I was shocked when I saw that they were all in the SUV, except for Lucille, who was struggling to climb into the vehicle.Before she could get into the SUV, I targeted one of her feet and kicked it, causing her to stumble and fall. Vildamir cursed loudly upon seeing Lucille fall."V-ild help me," Lucille groaned, wincing in pain.Vildamir was about to get out of the SUV to help Lucille when Shawnel fired shots again, causing him to step back and swear.We emerged from our hiding places, holding our guns and aiming them at the enemy. I approached the
CATCHING my own breath, I woke up from another freaking nightmare.I was bathing in my own sweat as I got up from my bed. I don't know why I was sweating so much, as if I was being showered with my own sweat even though there was an air conditioner. The room was cool due to the air conditioning, but here I was, drenched in my own sweat as if the place was burning hot.I placed my hand on my chest and felt how my heart was pounding so hard. It was so strong that anyone who hears it might think that I'm having a heart attack or my heart would burst out of its cage.Shit, what's happening to me?! And why do I keep dreaming about that tragedy even though I've buried it in the past multiple times?Out of frustration, I grabbed my forehead and roughly ruffled my hair.Damn! What's happening to me and why do I keep dreaming about that tragedy? For Pete's sake, it's been a freaking year since that tragedy happened and supposedly I've moved on, but why? Why am I still haunted by it, using my d
I released an annoyed sigh in front of the man in front of me to hide my blushing face.I heard him chuckle slightly at my actions, which only irritated me more. His laughter was annoying, like he was teasing or mocking me. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like that was his tone.Instead of stooping to his foolishness, I ignored him because I knew that in the end, I would be the only one to lose out. Obviously, I would be the only one who would get annoyed in the end. So instead of confronting him, I just bent down to pick up the scattered papers on the floor.I didn't expect that as I bent down, the damn guy also did the same, causing our heads to collide. We both groaned in pain."Ouch!""Fuck!"We groaned in unison as our heads collided, causing us to fall to the ground. My butt hurt from the impact.I couldn't help but hold my head when I felt a slight pain, and I didn't expect it to hurt even more when I touched it. I had touched the sore part of my head. I was stupid to think that t
Who are you? Why are you late?" His thunderous voice echoed through the whole room and made me shiver.At the same time, I froze in my place and felt a cold chill. The professor stopped speaking because of his words, and the whole room went silent. Later, I felt the scrutinizing stares of my classmates, which made me more tense, and I gulped."I said, why are you late, miss?" he repeated the question, and I couldn't answer his first question, which caused the mountain of anxiety in my heart to double.If the anxiety I felt earlier was normal, now it grew even stronger, intensified, and my knees were shaking even more than before. I held onto the window sill next to me, as I felt like I was about to fall at any moment.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and get rid of the trembling in my knees.I didn't know why I was so nervous. I didn't know why my body reacted this way, even though it was just a simple question. But it seemed that his aura had something to do with it.