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The English teacher seems nice and for some reasons, all the guys can't get over her. She's pretty. That should probably be an understatement - She is the undoubted meaning of freaking gorgeous. I would say an extra from a Wild n' Out episode but let's not be hyperbolic.

"Brook, please submit the notes for marking and I'd like to see you," Miss Betty says and I nod, keeping my note aside so others can submit.

They boys quarrel about her not considering them responsible enough to submit the notes but she chuckles with three fingers over her mouth and her nude coloured nails leave an impressed smile on my lips. She walks out of the class.

Everyone passes their notes to my table and I count them in twos. One person is missing. "Please submit!" I announce as I stand up and look around. Kamsi stands up and hands his note to me, looking a bit perplexed. He wipes his sweat with the back of his palms and shuffles his legs back to his seat.

Kamsi is the same guy that met me at the field on my second day in Crimson. The one that said the guys have been gossiping about my round butt. Yes - That Kamsi.

I head out to the staff room but stop at the corridor. He's probably tensed up because of the classwork. I open his note to see what he wrote but he got everything flawlessly. His handwriting is even worth every mark, even if he got the question right or not. And his answers are somewhat better than what I wrote.

Then what's wrong?

I'm about to close the book when I see a piece of paper by the second side. Probably a rough sheet, I think. I open it up and it's a letter. Which letter exactly?

Dear Miss Betty,

Sorry for coming in this tragically. I know it's absurd, stupid and kinda hilarious but I've got something important to say to you. I may not be able to prove it but it's true.

I really like you. Not as a teacher - something more. It's sort of foolish, I know. But then I can't keep it to myself anymore. I tried but I can't get my mind off you - It's hard to concentrate when you have your worst distraction swaying her hips and biting her lips in your front. And it's even harder knowing you can't do anything to express how you feel...

I don't know what I expect but I'd love to ask you out if you don't report me to school authority.

Kamsi...

Whoa...

Like, wait a minute.

Think.

Process.

Kamsi has a freaking crush on Miss Betty. What the hell is he thinking? She'd agree to date a high school teenager who's very much indecisive and can't tell his left from his right. Is he crazy?!

I'd be insane to profess my love to a teacher. What is he expecting? A kiss on the lip and a yes from her? Damn, he's even stupider than I expected - if that's a word. She'll definitely report him to school authority. It's unbelievable.

To save his precious little reputation, I fold and place the paper meatly in my skirt and run off to submit the notes. I knock lightly and walk in. Her phone plays Bounce by Ruger and she sings the lyrics effortlessly with her matte nude lips opening and closing lightly to each word.

She looks up at me and bats her lashes with a smile. I smile back.

"Did everybody submit?" she asks, her finger scrolling through her phone. She's on WhatsApp and I notice a name with a lot of hearts on it.

"Yes ma," I reply and she nods. I realize she doesn't tap her phone with her thumb - as usual. She uses her rung finger and it's even way graceful that way. She uses an iPhone twelve.

"Nice phone," I compliment and she can't help the laughter. I smile at her charming nature. Her dimples reveal themselves lucidly in vision.

"My Dad got it for me," she replies an I nod. Why was I expecting something else?

"I'd like you to keep an eye on Kamsi for me. He hasn't been himself lately," she says, looking up at me. I admire her grey contacts but then she looks down at the phone again.

"Okay ma," I reply and leave the office. I walk back to the class and head towards Kamsi's seat at the back.

"Miss Betty is calling you," I say and he shoots his face up at me immediately, leaving the gossip he busied himself with.

"W - why? Is she marking the notes now? Has she marked mine?" he asks hurriedly, standing up.

"No- I mean, I don't know. She just told me to call Kamsi and so, she's calling you," I say firmly and he gives Noah and Nonso a stare and they shrug in unison. He heaves a deep breath and drops his pen on the table, following my lead.

When we're at the corridor, I pull him back and he jerks. "Why are you being so scared?" I ask.

"What? What do you mean?" he returns my question with his and I hiss.

"You know what I mean. You know you aced the test so why the perplexity?" I ask once again and he stares skeptically. "What are you up to?" I ask.

"Nothing," he shrugs.

"Really? What if I told you I found this?" I ask and bring our the letter from my skirt, holding it up to his face with a little grin of triumph playing on my lips.

"What's that?" he asks and I turn the front and his eyes widen, accompanied by his droppedjaw. He sucks in a deep breath and stares at me in whoic. Seems reality struck him like a comet. I grin even wider.

"Give it back!" he whines, reaching out for it and I stretch it further away.

"No!" I retort, hiding it at my back.

"Why? It's none of your business anyway," he says rudely and I chuckle.

"Well, Mr. Loverboy, it's very unfortunate I had to be the one to find your love letter because right now, I'm really itching to hand it to her," I project at him and he glares in rage at me.

"That was the plan in the first place. Well, if you didn't ruin it," he responds and I stare at this boy unbelievably. It's the audacity for me. I could have him suspended if it bids me right. But no - the devil's got nothing on me yet.

"Oh, well..." I trail off, placing the letter in my bra. "I'll keep this," I say and he literally scowls so hard, I can feel the heat burn my grin away.

"Don't make me put my hand in there!" he says, threatens rather, and I chuckle. "You know I can," he continues and I shake my head in pity. Poor, poor Kamsi.

He does.

He freaking does.

And he holds it out with a smirk.

The feel of his hands against my cherished babies - He did not just disrespect me. The balls! The nerve!

"What's this?" Mr. Nicholas asks and next, the paper flies out of Kamsi's hands.

"No, sir!" he yells, stretching to collect it back. Mr. Nicholas doesn't let him get it and he opens it up. "Sir, no," he says in a little tone and we watch Mr. Nicholas open it up with a guessing look.

"Oh, for Betty?" he asks and his face doesn't look even a bit pleasant. "Why? You're aware we broke up or... Why the letter?" he asks but Kamsi has no reply. Okay, I was never aware he broke up with Miss Betty... Or that they were even dating... I'm floating.

"I'll give it to her," Mr. Nicholas says and my bottom lip hangs open. What?

"No, sir. I- "

"You wrote it... You intended to give it... So, I'll give it," he says and his voice isn't as bubbly as usual. Now, I'm scared.

"Please sir," Kamsi begs and I instantly feel terrible for being the cause of all this. "I don't want to give it again," he pleads and Mr. Nicholas gives him a doubting look.

"Okay, go now. Whatever you see after this, it's your fault and not mine," Mr. Nicholas declares and walks away with the paper being tugged at his pocket.

"I swear if it gets to her..." he threatens with gritted teeth and shoulders me to tripping before walking away. I feel like I'm in so much trouble already. What if she gets to read it?

I head to my class but I'm bumped into by someone. Great. My stupid brother again.

Tyler.

"You have got to run!" he yells at me and I look behind him at the flock of students headed our way. Without asking another question, I follow his lead and run too. We all head to the auditorium, screaming an laughing but I'm rather puzzled.

The feel of sweaty bodies trying to escape the stinging feeling of a came against your skin. The ecstasy of being among people your age and taking a simple race as far as a life battle - that's what secondary school feels like now. Only, we might get in big trouble. For what? I don't know either.

"Why the running?" I ask, panting.

"The sports master was chasing everybody because no one went down when the bell was rung," he replies in a single breath. Trust me, I heard no bell.

After a brief speech by the sports master about how unserious and undetermined we all are, the principal comes to the stage and starts his own round of yawn-worthy sermons. And finally, updates about the Inigo Literary Summit and tournament.

"On this note, I'd like to call on the Senior prefect. Noah Thompson!" he announces and everyone claps but no Noah comes out. We wait, but still. This should be interesting.

"He's not here," someone takes up the burden of voicing out the obvious. That someone seems to be Tyler. Just great!

"And what about our participants... Netochukwu!" he voices and she walks out. "Jennifer Nnaji," he calls out but no Jennifer walks out. Okay, shit is getting weird. Where's Jennifer and Noah?

"She's not participating," a junior student tells.

"But where is she?" he asks and murmurs follow. Everyone looks around. I see Tristan and Shawnel. Seems Noah and Jennifer are the only Crimson students not in the auditorium. And it seems they're in a lot of trouble for their absence.

Forget the absence, what the heck are they doing?

Alone?

And probably...

Together.

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