As soon as I entered my Home Econs class, everyone began snickering at my costume but Miss Maddox didn't notice because she was engrossed in her magazine like always.

My eyes met Noah's and he raised his brows at me. I gave him a lopsided grin and walked towards Miss Mad. She was leaning her cheek on her palm with her arm on the desk.

"Hello, Miss Maddox." I greeted her sweetly.

"What can I do for you, Miss Wolf?" She asked in a monotone without taking her eyes off the magazine.

"I wanted to ask that since we don't have any practicals this week. Noah and I are free from 'detention' right?"

"Yes, Miss Wolf." She sighed and deliberately looked up at me. "You're free this we-" Her hand slipped making her head jerk a little and she gaped at me.

She observed my dress from head to toe with her jaw dropped. Satisfied with her reaction, I gave her a mischievous grin and bobbed my head.

"Thank you, Miss Maddox. I just wanted to confirm."

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish, not being able to say anything. I whirled on my heel and bit my lip to stop my laugh as I walked towards my seat.

"You're evil, you know that." Noah gave me a once-over in amusement.

"What?" I shrugged and glanced at Miss Mad, who was still gawking at me. "It's teacher day and you're supposed to dress like a teacher."

"So you dressed as... Miss Maddox."

"Yup." I gave him a toothy grin as I smoothed my blonde wig. "What do you think of my hair?"

I wore the same brown gown I had seen Miss Maddox wearing a lot of times. I also got the same wired glasses she had. And to make it more realistic, I got a blonde wig that I tied in a bun.

"You're crazy." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Tell me, Noah." I leaned towards him and batted my eyes. "Do you like me more as a blonde?"

"No." He laughed at me. "I prefer you as a brunette."

"Good to know." I beamed and settled in my seat, observing Noah. "Who are you supposed to be?"

He wore a plain black jacket with a white shirt and light blue jeans.

"No one." He shrugged.

"Oh, I didn't know we had a teacher named 'No one'." I scoffed then narrowed my eyes at him. "Why aren't you dressed up, Noah?"

"Because I think it's a waste of time." He said nonchalantly.

"No, it's not!" I gasped, putting a hand on my chest. "It's fun and don't tell me you didn't dress yesterday either."

I was really curious to know what Netflix character he went with.

"I didn't." He smirked, and I glared at him.

"You're going to dress tomorrow. Understood." I huffed with crossed arms.

"That will not happen." He gave me his charming smile, looking amused.

"You will." I sternly looked at him and blackmailed him. "Or else I won't talk to you... Ever again."

He raised his brows at me and I whirled my head towards the front. Miss Maddox finally got out of her shock and began the class.

I will not talk to him, not until he says yes.

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Miss Mad kept giving me side glances during the class and in return, I gave her my angelic innocent smile. As for Noah, he tried to talk to me but I kept ignoring him until he finally give in.

"Fine. I'll dress tomorrow." He groaned making my lips stretch into a huge grin.

"I knew you would give in."

"You're indeed evil." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"What can I say?"

Out of habit, I flipped my hair... Well, I tried to but failed because they were tied in a bun. Noah chuckled making fun of me and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"What do you want me to dress as?" Noah put his arms on the desk and leaned toward me.

Tomorrow we're supposed to dress as our favorite singer.

"It's singer day so... Surprise me." I smiled which he returned and nodded.

"Alright."

We fell into silence and listened to Miss Maddox as she describe various types of cuisines in different cultures. My brain clicked to Homecoming and I peeked at Noah.

"Hey, Noah," I whispered, keeping my eyes on Miss Maddox because I was done with detentions.

"Yeah?"

"Who are you taking to Homecoming?"

"Why?" His brows knitted.

"I-I'm just curious." I shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"I'm not going."

Blinking my eyes at him, I processed his words and jolted from my seat as soon as they hit my thick brain.

"What?!" I shrieked, slamming my hands on the desk.

"Miss Wolf!" I flinched at Miss Mad's voice.

Crap! I forgot about her!

"Yes?" I glanced at her acting oblivion.

"Can you please quiet down?" She narrowed her eyes at me. "I'm trying to teach here."

"Of course, Miss Maddox." I pushed my fake glasses back and took my seat. "Please continue."

Rolling her eyes at me, she resumed while I looked dumbfounded at Noah.

"What?" He asked.

"Why are you not coming? I mean it's Senior Homecoming, Noah!" I whisper-yelled at him.

"I'm not interested." He said without realizing he was stabbing my heart.

Here I was already fantasizing about us at Homecoming and he is not even interested in going.

"What if a girl asks you?" I tried a different approach. I wanted to get a clue of how he'll respond if I asked him.

"I'll say no."

My shoulders slumped, and I asked in a low voice. "Why aren't you interested?"

"Because the girl I want to ask is going with someone else." My eyes widened and I peeked into his sad green eyes. "There's no need for me to go." He turned his head the other way, looking downcast.

So my instinct was right. Noah is in love.

For the rest of the class, I remained silent. My mood suddenly dropped from excited to sour. I didn't know why but my heart ached at the thought of Noah being in love with someone.

The voice of Miss Mad in the background began to irritate me and I clenched my jaw, glaring at particularly no one.

Noah is in love...

Noah is in love with someone...

Noah is in love with someone else...

F**k!

I felt my blood popping in my veins and I squeezed my eyes shut. Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm my anger which was about to erupt like a volcano.

Control Lexi.

"You don't have class this Thursday. It'll be your free period." My eyes popped open at Miss Mad's voice and everyone in the class except me began to cheer. "Class dismissed."

I watched everyone scurry out of the class and slowly got up from my seat.

"You alright?" Noah darted his concerned gaze at my face. "You're turning... Red."

"I'm fine." I forced a smile on my face and turned to leave when my eyes caught the sight of a girl I had been searching for days.

"Are we doing it?" Emily asked, glimpsing at the same girl.

"How about we walk to the Cafeteria together?" Darren suggested as he walked up to Noah.

Noah observed me, putting his bag on his shoulder, and waited for me to answer.

"There's something we need to take care of," I answered, clenching my fists in anger.

"Maybe next time." Darren let out a nervous laugh and glanced at us.

Nodding my head, I stormed out of the class with Emily and followed the girl.

"You look mad," Emily eyed me cautiously.

"I'm not in a fantastic mood, Em." I narrowed my eyes at the girl. "And it's her unlucky day."

She went into the girl's restroom and I followed her inside. I slammed the door behind me and the girl jumped in surprise. Her eyes widened when she saw me glaring at her.

"You two." I referred to the other girls. "Scram!"

They quickly grabbed their things and dashed out of the restroom.

"What's going on?" The girl hesitated as her eyes darted between Emily and me.

Dressed as Miss Maddox and furious. I bet I was a magnificent sight to look at.

"Jasmine, isn't it?" I stepped towards her.

"Y-yeah." She blinked at me and walked backward, keeping the distance between her until she hit the wall.

"You know why I'm here, Jasmine." I stopped a few inches away from her. "Don't you?"

"N-no." She stuttered, making me scoff.

"I'm not in a great mood today, so let's skip to the chase. You are the one who posted my video."

I already know it's her. I'm just nice enough to give her a chance to confess, and I'll be easy on her.

"W-what? No!" She denied.

My jaw clenched, and I took a step back shaking my head in disapproval. "Tsh tsh. I'm giving you a chance here, Jasmine. Confess and I'll be easy on you."

"B-but I didn't d-do it." She lied. Sweat dripped off her forehead and she clutched her bag to her chest tightly like a shield.

Why do they always make it hard?

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A/N
Ok...😬
above is the picture of Miss Maddox. I couldn't find the perfect blonde but this is the image I have of her in my mind😂