Chapter 6 || Egoistic Nature of Yours

Unedited. /// Yes, it's slowwww but it will pick up soon💞 I find it exciting to write about challenging men♡

EGOISTIC NATURE OF YOURS

I had been looking forward to our class on Monday.

So much, in fact, that I chose to come to his class thirty minutes early during lunch time. Because I wanted to know Mr. Williams better, and what better way to do that than by talking to him?

Alone?

As I enter the classroom, Mr. Williams' blue orbs zap up to look at the intruder. His expression turns livid when he sees me, and I can't help the small pang of hurt.

"Oh, it's just you." He turns back to grading his papers, pen dashing over each sheet with remarkable speed.

Well, not a good first impression, but I'm not going to let that ruin my mood.

I move towards the first desk, hopping onto it.

"Hello, Mr. Williams!"

"What are you doing here? It's still lunch time."

"I wanted to keep you company."

"Go play with your friends, I don't need company. Especially not you."

"I'm not a child, and I already told you that I don't have any friends. And fine, I'll just keep myself company."

"What about that girl?"

"She didn't come today."

"So you choose to barge into my class to give yourself company?"

"This classroom doesn't belong to you. You should be in the staff room with the other teachers anyway."

I tilt my head, my long hair falling to frame my face.

Mr. Williams stops what he's been doing, skims his eyes over me, leans back in his chair, and rubs his face.

"Why are you so difficult?"

"I could ask you the same question. Why don't you open up to me?"

"Why must I open up to you? I can kick you out of my class right now if I wanted to."

"Then, why don't you do it?"

He halts the motion of his pen, visibly caught off-guard.

I hop off the table on autopilot, strutting towards his desk.

"It's because, no matter what you say, deep inside you actually enjoy our conversations." Where did this confidence come from?

His blue, brooding eyes move to stare into my brown orbs, as if to ask me the same question.

I look away from his scorching gaze, knowing that I can keep talking if I don't look at his beautiful face.

"Let's face it, Mr. Williams, we both know you've never had a student quite like me," flicking my locks away from my face, I turn back to stare into his blues, my gaze scavenging his emotionless face.

Should I add more fuel to the fire?

No-if I do that, he's really going to kick me out of his class. I can't cross my limits anymore than I already have; at least, not right now.

"Bold of you to assume I haven't had any students like you. And even bolder of you to assume that I enjoy conversing with you. Perhaps this egoistic nature of yours is what hinders you from getting friends."

Ouch.

But honestly, such a comment from him is to be expected.

"Perhaps it is. I'm sorry. But this lonely girl has no one else to talk to, so she wants to keep you company. This lonely girl won't disturb you, she'll mind her own business and let you do your job properly. All this lonely girl is asking for is some company, and that doesn't have to include conversation," I say simplisticly with a small, baby voice.

Mr. Williams runs a hand through his hair, before his sharp blue eyes swivel onto me. God, what he does to me...

"Fine."

One word, detached, but the sole fact that he let me stay creates a sense of euphoria inside of me as I move to take my seat.

The rest of the half hour is spent with me drowning in English homework as he does his own work. I don't look at him; not even once. I was afraid he'd accuse me of distracting him.

But throughout the lesson, I feel his gaze on me.

And it's got to mean something; the fact that he'd looked at me.

More than once.

I narrow my eyes at the harlot - Charlotte- as she enters, waltzing in with a big fat pile of papers in her hands- her homework.

I roll my eyes.

Bro, who's going to read all that?

"It's an essay, not a fùcking biography," I hear someone murmur from my right, and turn to see a boy eyeing Charlotte tiredly.

Daniel, I think that's his name. I never really pay attention to the other students in my classes because of Charlotte's sabotage, but maybe I should. Because it looks like I can make a friend, since Daniel seems to hate the harlot as much I do.

You know what they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"She just wants to kiss his áss."

Daniel looks surprised when I speak to him, green eyes moving over to me.

He raises his eyebrows, "so you can talk to people."

I give him a dirty look, "silence, or I shalt not waste my breath again on thee."

His eyebrows raise in confusion, before he casts me a dimpled smile, "ah, that was a clever one."

"Now you see why I don't talk to people."

"Yeah, I don't think speaking Shakespeare will make people like you."

"Good to see you understand my humor."

"Of course, I'm not as dumb as the rest of this class. If only you'd give me a chance, nerdy princess."

I give him a shy glance at the compliment, unable to hide the redness that seeps into my brown cheeks as I laugh.

"Aw, I made you blush? How adorable," he cooes. I feel my cheeks light up again.

Damn it.

"Namora? Daniel? Can you both please tell me what you both find so interesting that you're disrupting my class for it?"

I gulp, looking back at Mr. Williams with a guilty expression. He glares back at me with narrowed eyes.

He's not going to spare me.

"We were only discussing our answers for today's essay, Mr. Williams," Daniel moves in to save me with a smooth tongue, and I thank God silently for his presence. Otherwise Mr. Williams would've devoured me like a shark devouring its last meal.

His eyes move from me to Daniel, and I can feel the murderous intensity from where I am.

Daniel does too, because he shivers as a reaction. He turns his glare back to me, his scorching gaze burning, seeping into my brown skin.

He's displeased, and it shows.

"Let's hear what you have to say regarding both your answers, Namora and Daniel."

Charlotte turns to look back at me, mouthing, "you're dead," before making a sign of death with her hands.

A few snickers resound.

I look to Daniel, and find him struggling to come up with something to say.

Oh well... I guess it's on me this time.

"Well, Mr. Williams, since you so dearly insist, we were debating on whether or not Romeo and Juliet had had sex. I began by saying that Romeo and Juliet were entangled in Juliet's room, on her bed."

I take a deep breath before continuing, "we saw that they spent time together and now they didn't want to separate from each other. Daniel told me that we should see it in the way that they just had sex because of the way the scene began. He also told me that that's how the scene would be understood, and most people would agree. Still, I refuted, saying that maybe that's what it's supposed to show but there's a huge chance that..."

I stop myself from going further when I realize that the whole class is silent, most of them staring at me with wide, inquisitive eyes.

Charlotte glares at me, mouth forming a thin line. Belle looks at me with a small form of resentment splayed over her face.

Even Daniel is awe-struck when I swivel around to look at him, and I frown. Why are they looking at me like that?

Mr. Williams clears his throat from the front, and I suck in my cheeks as I look at him from underneath my eyelashes.

Then, noticing that most students are still looking at me, I shield my face, knowing that it's turning very, very red from all the attention, "can you... look away please? I'm not used to all these stares." My voice shakes a bit, and then murmurs resound before everyone gradually faces the front.

"Did you see how red she was?"

"That speech?"

"Coming up with that on the spot?"

"Oh please, she's such a nerd."

"An attention-seeker."

"Annoying."

"Weird."

I smooth my hands over my hair, inhaling shakily. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

"Hey, are you okay?" Daniel whispers to me from my side, and I turn to him with teary eyes. His expression softens.

"Everyone, quiet down now!"

Mr. Williams' booming voice reverberates within the room with such intensity that everyone is stunned to silence.

I shakily lift a hand up to wipe the small tears that have escaped my eyes, and I see Mr. Williams quickly spare me a glance with furrowed brows.

I look away, hiding my face behind the mask of my long hair.

But the fact that he did that for me, even if it was something so mediocre...

It warms my heart.

As much as he denies it, deep inside, I know.

He cares.

And I'll be damned if I think otherwise.