Chapter 1
Word count: 1667
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Emma Jackson sat at the back row of the class as usual. Her focus was on her sketchbook, where she delicately outlined the face of a male anime character. She outlined the eyebrows and lips, her focus centered on her piece. When she got to the neck, her brows furrowed.
Turning to the random sheet of paper beside her sketchbook, she picked it.
Then she drew a faceless head and tried to draw the neck. Missing a curve, she frowned and drew jargon on the white sheet before crumpling the paper and throwing it far away.
She took hold of another piece of paper, narrowing her eyes at it as if forming a mental image of what she wanted and then tried to transfer the curve she'd imagined into her sketchbook. After two attempts, the paper met a heap of several other crumpled papers of different sizes at the left corner of the class. Just beside the dustbin.
Today, she was wearing black denim pants with a black hoodie and black sleek sneakers.
Her black raven hair was tied in a neat bun and she had black mascara coated on her eyelids, making her look alike to Angelina Jolie due to her cheekbones and facial structures.
She popped a gum again as the time went by, wanting to get the last period over with. She couldn't get the full mental picture she needed to draw Levi Ackerman, her crush from the Attack on Titans anime. And she didn't want to practice tracing his image out from a sticker. She needed to do it all on her own.
She didn't like coming to class because she didn't see the need.
She had actually liked attending classes before—at least till a year ago— but since she overheard her parents talking about sending her to school in Netherlands, she didn't see the need and started acting up.
She didn't want to leave New York for a country in another continent just to continue in endless tortures of stupid studying.
Who even loved school anyway?!
She had heard her mom asking her dad if she would become the CEO after graduating or if her younger brother would take the lead and her dad had replied with a positive.
She would end up being the CEO either-freakin-ways!
What was she reading for when she wouldn't deal with comprehension passages or algebraic equations in her plush looking office?
Yeah, nothing.
So she made up her mind and decided.
'I'm going to act up and not be the sweet little girl they know. From now on, I'll be a little brat.'
And that was what she wanted to keep doing.
Her parents decided to leave her with them so she wouldn't turn into a permanent bitch if she left New York and the thought pleased her.
There was not going to be a person that could stop her...or dared to, as a matter of fact!
All except...a whiny voice sulkily reminded her.
She took a deep breath in and muttered a low curse when the devil himself stepped into the classroom. Just when she was thinking about his pathetic ass.
Mr Dante.
She looked up at him in utter disgust and roamed her eyes around his frame, from top to bottom.
Broad shoulder, slender in six feet four, with biceps that suited his height and hard muscled chest. Plump, rich lips. A godlike structured face that pissed the hell out of her.
No, she hadn't seen his body in flesh to be able to give an accurate description of what he looked like. The amount of times she'd spent glaring at Dante made it impossible to not know what he looked like.
Emma did an eye roll and took her eyes off the young Italian. He was the homeroom teacher and also their English teacher. She hated that fact.
She felt like clawing her long nails over his face in irritation.
So he wouldn't look that pleasing, that handsome.
The man was the only one that made her do all her assignments and the only one that kept up to his threats— if she didn't. He cared nothing for her bitching ass.
Dante looked over to the young lady glaring at him from the last seat on the first row just when the class was about to end and amusement swirled in his eyes, as if they were both having an inside joke.
With clenched teeth, Emma looked away.
She wished a trailer would run him over or he would go missing. He acted like he was some sort of god, a perfectionist and it irked her.
He also restrained her from clubbing and she didn't know how he even knew she was clubbing in the first place. Or how her going to night clubs ever affected him.
She was eighteen, she could do whatever she wanted!
She grimaced as her mind took her down memory lane.
That wasn't the first time she had been there at that particular club.
From that night when he stormed into the club and towards her direction, he had warned her with so much anger in his tone, 'the next time I see you in any club, I'm dealing with you and you won't like it!'
She didn't know how he knew and didn't even want to. She didn't give two actual fucks. She was a student in the school he taught. End of it. He was no one to order her around.
She mentally cursed at her luck again as she came back to the present. If only her mom hadn't waited one more year before enrolling her into she would've been graduating with her age mates. That fact was one of the reasons Emma didn't interact much with other classmates.
What was there to talk about? She was literally older than them all and a part of her was ashamed of this fact.
Emma groaned as she realized that while teaching, Mr Dante's eyes had been mostly on her. And he was probably the reason she couldn't focus on her drawing.
"What?" She gritted when he moved closer to her desk to hand her a copy of their assigned project.
"Your project." Dante repeated patiently even though he'd made the announcement loud enough for the class to hear.
Of course Emma wouldn't have heard it. He always got her to do things through threats but he intended to change that.
"Well, drop it and get lost." Emma scoffed without looking up at him. Dante's eyes narrowed. He wondered if it was too late to take back his words.
With Emma, threats were what usually worked best.
"I would mind my tone if I were you, Ms Jackson."
"Don't call me Ms. I have a fuckin' name and you know that!" She growled lowly. Her words made Aggie — the girl next to her— spare them a startling glance before looking away and turning deaf ears to their words.
Emma huffed while Dante kept staring down at her like he had more to say. The man was supposed to be concentrating on the whole class, not on her.
"Final warning." He spoke, bending down to whisper them in her ears. His words were more a growl than she would've anticipated and to her horror, Emma felt a thrilling shudder snake down her body to the apex of her thighs.
Eyes widening at the illicit reaction, she shook her head to rid from such thoughts.
His cologne wafted through her nostrils and tickled them. Her nose fought, as if to dive into his shirt and sniff him to its heart content but her rational mind screamed at her that she was being delusional.
Moreover, he was a teacher.
She couldn't do him.
He was too....okay, she didn't have a particular word against him but she still detested the man's guts. She rolled her eyes irritatedly.
"I thought as much." The sexy teacher further said.
Did I just call him sexy?! Emma thought to herself, aggravated.
Emma knew he was pushing her buttons and oh, how well she hated it. She never liked having the lower hand and in this case, she would still have the upper hand.
"Fuck. You. To. Damnation." She seethed, her mascara effect adding spice to the words as she narrowed her eyes.
To her surprise though, Dante chuckled.
"You wouldn't want to do what you just said."
He whispered it slowly.
The sun of a gun.
She matched his gaze in challenge and Mr Dante let out another chuckle, looking amused than what she would've wished for.
"Fuck you." She spat, eyes cold.
"Alright, miss Emma to detention." He said more aloud.
She keep still in her seat, fuming with anger and obvious madness.
"Now!" He thundered and elicited a startled yelp from her and the girls sitting beside and in front of her. As usual, majority of the class didn't pay attention to their banter. It was a usual occurrence. The class rep even rolled her eyes at Emma's rudeness, wondering when she would treat the teacher with the respect he deserved.
To her, the lecturer was such a role model, who at his young age of twenty five already had two degrees and was only teaching there for a short period.
With hands shaking in so much anger, Emma grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder.
Then she scoffed at Dante who still stood a head above her with his handsome face in a scowl. The same handsome face she so badly wished she could scratch with her claws. If she had any nails, anyway.
She was always chewing on the goddamn things before they even grew out.
"See you in detention." Travis, the class joker jested with a snort that was dutifully ignored.
Whatever, Emma thought.
It was the last period anyway.
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Natalie has been changed to Emma. The book will be rewritten. Look forward to updates twice a week. ♥️
