Chapter 6 Such a Beguiler

I got up from my seat planning to go to my first class before the bell starts ringing.  I don't want Adam around me that's why I left my spot on campus.

"Hey! Asmara wait up!" A high-pitched sound that badly irritates my three functioning brain cells. I stopped in my tracks but I didn't bother myself to turn around and check who the hell is it. From her voice and a faint smell of her mixed chocolate and mint scent. I already know the person.

"I was calling your name not just thrice but many times!" she exasperatedly slouched her back while leaning toward my bag, which was kind of uncomfortable I could tell her to get off because I'm starting to like the smell of her perfume or continue walking and engage a small conversation since I don't want to be rude. Time is ticking and we'll be late for our first class so, I'll choose the latter.

"Uh yeah. Hey! We're late for the first subject." I looked at her and smiled and she blushed. I cringe at that idea but I just shrugged it off.

"O-okay let's go, I don't want to be marked as tardy." she chuckled and grasp my bag so I got no options but to go with her. We entered the classroom and as usual, everyone is busy with their loud chatting and some papers are balled into a fist, flying everywhere.  Seriously this is the last year of college and yet some of them act like they're in grade school. We took our seats and I put on my earplugs fast to avoid a conversation but my seatmate here is so persistent to get my attention.

"Holy! Ugh what so funny?" Mira on my side blew some air in my left ear before I got the chance put the other pair of plugs. I frowned at her but she just giggled honesty speaking she is getting on my nerves.

“Asmara!” she even mimicked my voice and it seemed to add to her entertainment.

"Gosh, you're impossible. It's so obvious that you don't want to talk to me?"

good thing you’re getting it, but of course, I stayed quiet. She bit her pen and acted like she was a weeping a cry baby, which I kind of find cute but I won't say it to her face it'll make the situation awkward, if not to her, definitely to me. 

Mira has been the only classmate that I allowed to come near me. She's a cousin of Adam the popular guy that everyone cares about and since this girl is related to him it makes her popular too. Anyway, as if I give a damn about somebody's popularity. Mira is nice and she is academically smart and came from a prominent family which is also one of the school's founders so technically she owns the school too. And on top of it, this girl is weird. She's undeniably good looking and everybody wants to be friends with her when I say a lot I wasn't exaggerating who wouldn't like a connection and she could be an outlet, well except me, again. And that's weird of all people she chose to bug the life out of me.

"You’re spacing out again Luv." there's a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Uh, I'm a bit off today. Lack of sleep." all I could manage to say because I wasn't listening to what she was ranting about or whatever news she saw on Twitter. I did turn off my mp4 and put my earplugs inside my bag. My span of attention is short even in class just a good thing I was able to catch up and that's a stroke of luck. 

"I was saying if we can go out later at lunch,  you know catch up since you're not reachable during vacations I didn't know your address like seriously all these years of friendship." Okay, she’s just too much, I just moved to this small town like two years ago. She sighed the sincerity is evident in her eyes but I wasn't sure if we are friends, I mean friends are open with each other as both of you know each other's whereabouts, and she doesn't even know where I live.

“Uh yeah sure.” and I took a long pause looking at her as if she is expecting that my sentence is not yet finished.

“I’ll think about it.” I awkwardly smiled.

This is my last year in college so I think I’ll make the most of it. With that, she squealed and throw her arms around my neck which caught me off guard, and what surprised me more was the pair of beguiling hazel eyes that were looking at us beside the door frame. Fudge my heart is pounding so hard like it will crash out my chest and the room become so silent I could even hear their breathing patterns. I slowly took Mira’s arms away. 

“Hey, who is she?”  I looked at Mira who is now grinning sheepishly while having a secret eye conversation with the person in front. Mira turned to me.

“She is the new professor that everyone talks about Luv.” she then giggles and rolled her sleeves.  

I tried swallowing the invisible lump in my throat her presence is way more intimidating than any other old professor in these old buildings. I’m reprimanding myself for checking her out. She wears dark blue sleeves and kept her three buttons open allowing these pervs and I wasn’t an exception to peek at her flawless chest. Her auburn hair is tied into a perfect bun and she doesn’t wear too much makeup she doesn’t need those though, she’s simply beautiful yet screams elegance and class and her damn glasses make her aura stricter. It's weird that I am feeling a rush of excitement when she stared at me like scrutinizing the last fiber of my being. Gosh, this is crazy! 

“Asmara you sit down already.” Mira’s voice brought me back to reality. As I sat down on my seat blushing so hard because of embarrassment and decided to hide my face with this book I’m holding as I still feel their eyes on me. 

“Starstruck!” Mira laughed making fun of me. I just give her my threatening look. I went back to the wonderland of how this person looked so perfect in front of us. Does she have a family already? She does look like a middle-aged sexy professor though but still, she’s able to maintain her figure. Tall and lean I think she goes to the gym every now and then to keep that frame. She speaks with grace and eloquence, and there’s this authority in every stress that she makes. God, why is she so perfect? The discussions continued and I think I am just floating inside my head. I am avoiding eye contact whenever her gaze is in my direction. 

“Prepare your recital for the next meeting. Class dismissed” Mrs. Katherine Faustini said with a reserved smile on her lips. Dang, it took my breath away. Every one of us stayed in our tracks watching her graciously grab her things and walk outside the room. My eyes landed on her firm ugh Mira-covered my eyes gosh.

“What the actual fuck Asmara Elizabeth Jones! Stop staring at her ass.” she angrily whispered in my ears. 

“I’m not Mira! Stop! It hurts gosh!” I exclaimed out of pain because she was now hitting my arm. I looked around and only a few are left with us, some are even gaping their mouths open. And with that, we decided to leave and head out for lunch. I have to prepare for that recital shit next meeting, not that I have to impress her but I have to pass this subject. No other motive here. Like seriously. 

 NO other motives, swear! Defensively my brain is making internal remarks.  

Come on convince yourself even more huh.  I hear my brain pissing me off.