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Jennifer

I'm trying hard to not look at him.

Being in mathematics class feels like hours. Ask me why, well for starters, the incident in the hallways yesterday still lingers in the back of my mind. Then in the class he kept looking at me the entire time. I tried to ignore him as much as I could. Only looking up when he would be explaining the topic or calling my name for attendance.

I still can't get over the fact that I almost kissed a professor and then proceeded to step on his hand with my heel.

Like WHY HIM?

That's not even the problem that is bothering me the most. It's the way everyone keeps talking about him as if he's a god.

I know, he's somewhat handsome but that doesn't mean you go around worshiping him, boosting his already big ego if the alleged incident of how he straight away ignored Professor Jass's invitation to show him around is true.

I can see girls who aren't in our class roaming outside just to get a glimpse of him. All of this makes me thankful to the gods who taught me to never indulge in such nonsense.

Devil was once an angel so he has to look charming, cunning, and nonetheless as Taylor once said a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Mr. Reynolds was looking at his laptop, probably making a list of people who had been successfully enchanted by his charms.

I tried to imagine red thorns on his head, black wings, tail and a trident in his hand instead of the marker.

A chuckle escaped my mouth and I covered my mouth with both my hands. Kathy nudged me and I noticed him and everyone else looking at me. I cleared my throat.

"What's so funny, Ms. Winget?" He raised his brows and crossed his hands.

Think. Quick. Idea.

"It was a hiccup." I replied and fake hiccuped afterwards.

He bit down his smile, "A hiccup? That doesn't sound anything like that."

I was about to reply when Kathy stood up and shouted, "There's a rat in here." I jumped and stood on my desk followed by many students doing the same. A few seconds ago, the class was so silent that I could hear a pin drop but now it's utter chaos.

"Where?" I kept blabbering but no one answered.

"CLASS!" Mr. Reynolds' voice sliced through everyone else's to get our attention, "Settle down in your seats." There were a few protests and people like me were still standing on their seats. He advances in our direction and once he was right in front of us, his attention was focused on Kathy.

"There's no rat. I was just trying to help my friend. Shock works like a charm on hiccups." Kathy explained while the sound of someone typing furiously on their laptop echoed.

"What?" My mouth was wide open at her revelation. I quickly got down from my seat.

"Look, you don't have hiccups anymore." I gave her a side-eye.

"You could've said something less chaos-making." Mr. Reynolds remarked as his eyes settled on the person beside me, preciously, Monica.

"What might you be doing Ms. Monica Rodriguez?" He asked, looking perplexed. I noticed that Monica was the one typing furiously on her laptop. On Mr. Reynolds' question, she looked up innocently and uttered, "Oh my gosh. Is something wrong? I was so engrossed in finding out more about the topic you just covered that I didn't notice what was happening around."

Mr. Reynolds looked speechless. What just happened?

"She should try acting." He muttered under his breath before making his way back to the podium. I turned around to notice Monica with a smile of triumph. So she didn't hear that.

"I learned that I need to choose one student for the position of class representative (CR). So interested students can give their names now and if no one's interested then I'll make one myself." He said looking around. Most of the girls raised their hands and not to my surprise Monica was one of them. Kathy and I tried hard to control our laughter.

"Alright. Since there are so many of you, who want to become CR. Why don't we spice it up a little with a competition?" He looked around and his eyes settled on me before they moved to his laptop screen. Everyone in the class seemed curious as to what he was planning to do about it.

"You all will be given one question, whosoever solves it first will be the CR." This is his plan for choosing the CR? I mean is he serious? Didn't he notice that none of these girls pay attention to the class because of his charming looks?

"What kind of question sir?" Carrie, the famous barbie girl asked, batting her eyelashes. Huh dumb.

"The kind of questions you encounter in mathematics." He said in a professional tone, "Those who raised their hands, please come to the front." At least fifteen girls walked to the front. He wrote the question on the board then went to stand beside the first row.

"You can start now." He proclaimed. I must admit that we do know how to solve such a question but the looks on girls' faces tell a whole different story. Ohh boy. 

After what feels like 2 days, the last girl finally said the incorrect answer.

I wrote down the question in my notebook and decided to solve it for academic purposes only, not for the show. I was able to solve more than half of it in quick progression but then I am stuck by an unsolvable equation. Did I miss something?

"Ms. Cooper, I'm sorry to inform you but your answer is incorrect." Mr. Reynolds said disapprovingly, "Now that none of them was able to solve the problem. I want others to give it a try." He said as his eyes settled on me. Me being me decided to look back at my paper to check where I was wrong.

"You all can go take a seat." He said, pointing to all the girls with the dreams of becoming the CR for probably getting his phone number. To be honest, this is the first time I have ever seen the girls getting so desperate to become the CR. How can someone fall for the looks, I mean we just know him for what like two days?

He called the names of a few students who said they didn't know how to solve it.

"Ms. Kathy Peterson," Mr. Reynolds spoke, making me look up, "Try to solve the question." He was speaking to Kathy but his eyes were focused on me the entire time. She looked at me for help but before I could speak anything he told her to come to the front.

"Sir actually I'm not feeling well that's why I don't think I'll be able to do it now. Even though I would have been able to solve this, if I wasn't sick." She said coughing at the end to make it look real.

"If that's the case then it's okay. Now, Ms. Winget." His gaze moved to me with a hint of smirk on his lips.

"I'm not interested in becoming CR so I guess I'm excluded from all of this." I said confidently. Truthfully, being a CR comes with its responsibilities which by the way I'm not at all interested in.

"If you don't know how to solve it then you can straight away say it like everyone else." He said, still smirking. I want to rip that smirk off his face.

"I guess you didn't pay attention in mathematics all these years." He said when I didn't say anything. Is he trying to get on my nerves? Because it's freaking working. Now you have to face the consequences Mr. Reynolds. Even if I couldn't solve the question, I would make sure to get back at you for this.

"Is that so?" I challenged, returning his smirk with my charming smile. He doesn't know one bit about me and acts as if he has known me my entire life. What an idiot.

I got up from my desk and went straight towards the left side of the board to grab the marker. After examining the question properly once again I began to solve it in hopes that I could somehow move past the standstill I encountered while I solved it in my notebook.

As if every deity was on my side today to overthrow the devil standing beside me, I was able to solve the question this time. I thanked every god before turning in Mr. Reynolds direction with a wide smirk plastered on my face only to find him looking at me with bewilderment. Huh. That's what you get for trying to underestimate Jennifer freaking Lawrence.

His face was worth watching. I wish I could capture the moment. However, his expression contorts from a shocked one to a smirking one before I could blink. What is wrong with him? I guess he needs mental help at this rate. Can't he see that I just solved the problem when he not so long ago insinuated that I didn't pay attention to classes. So I made a mental note to search for a nearby psychiatrist clinic for him.

"Congratulations! You are officially the CR of my class." He exclaimed, clapping his hands, I looked around to spot jealous looks on girls' faces and as for boys I can't tell.

"Don't you remember? I told you that I am not interested in becoming a CR." I drawled as if explaining it to a baby.

"Didn't you listen to me when I said that whosoever solves the problem will become CR?" He said mimicking my tone. Ugh. How annoying.

"Fine!" I said childishly. He chuckled at my reaction. Devil with a charming face like I imagined. Everyone started to get out of the class. I fished my phone out of my pocket as I walked back to my seat and searched for the required details I needed. I quickly wrote it down on the paper.

I picked up my bag and walked towards Mr. Reynolds.

"Put my number in your phone and don't give it to anybody." He said as if he was the President of the country or some celebrity. I rolled my eyes internally. I don't want to save his number in my phone. Nevertheless, I saved his number and he told me to text him so he could save mine.

When I almost reached the door, I realized that I had forgotten something so I turned back around.

"Sir, actually I wanted to give this to you." I said smiling sweetly at him while handing him the paper.

"What's this?" He questioned curiously as he opened the paper, his eyes checked the contents before he looked up, "Is this your address and phone number?" He said, smirking. Oh boy, if only he knew.

"You wish." With that I walked out of the class. Thankfully Kathy and Monica were waiting for me outside. I caught up with them to walk to the next class.

"So what was in that chit that you gave to Mr. Hottie?" Monica asked, tilting her index head to the side.

"I bet it was not a love letter." Kathy said confidently, well at least she knows me well.

"I am pretty sure that you both will laugh your ass off if you got to know about the contents of that paper." I simply told them and gestured for them to keep moving away from the lecture hall.

"You better tell us right now or..." Kathy seemed to be in deep thought.

"Or what?" I challenged her.

"Or we'll go ask Mr. Hottie himself." Monica said smugly. No way. I can't let that happen, knowing well that she could do that.

"Well, I kind of gave him—" I was cut off by, "What did you give him? Tell us already!" Kathy said eagerly.

"Address and—"

"You what?" Kathy's jaw dropped to the floor. The look she gave me was as if she was seeing me for the first time, like she couldn't believe that I am her Jennifer.

"The address. She said the address, and I'm assuming it's hers." Monica told Kathy, forgetting about my presence. She turned towards me, "Now you continue."

"Phone number,"

"OH MY GOSH JENNIFER!" Monica screamed. She covered her mouth when she realized that she was too loud. Kathy was standing besides Monica, totally shocked.

"I taught you well. I'm proud of you." Monica commented as she wiped her non-existent tears.

"Will you please let me finish first?" I demanded in an authoritative tone. They both nodded.

"That address and phone number belong to the psychiatrist clinic." I finally completed the sentence without any interruptions.

I examined their faces, it looks like they are having a hard time processing the new found information. But after a minute or two they fell into fits of laughter, so I joined them too. I still can't believe I actually handed that paper to him but he deserves it.

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