Chapter 21

Scarlett's POV

Whenever I came from school to the cafe, Anna would make me relax and eat for an hour. She would make me sit in a random table, gave me food, probably her favourites, took my phone, searched some good video to watch on YouTube and leave.

If I tried to help someone or something, I couldn't. She has eyes like a hawk. Grey eyes of a hawk. The next second her voice would boom behind me. It always scared me. She would apologise but make me sit there for the rest of the hour. She even said this to grandma, grandma lectured me for an hour about how I should live my life without worrying about anything.

Grandma, you are a grandma. You have nothing to worry about. I asked Anna why she was doing this. She answered, 'high school is a stressful time. You should focus on your mental health instead of work and school.' But my mental health is fine!

'why! why does this subject even exist!?' I ugly cried and complained towards the roof. I had a test on algebra tomorrow. I was good in everything but algebra. It made me cry.

'what subject exists?' a voice asked from behind. I jumped and sighed in relief seeing it was anna.

'phew! it's you! You should stop doing that.' She ignored my words and took a chair from the opposite table. She sat down it in front of me. 'ok what subject exists?'

'it's not a subject. It's a concept.' I showed her the book, and she started... reading it? She then made some faces I didn't know whether she was understanding it or just cursing the person who invented it.

'this is actually very easy!' she expressed. She walked behind my seat and took the pencil from my hand. She explained to me whatever the formulas I couldn't understand. I was half paying attention to her because she was so close to me and her hair smelled good. Her side-profile was something nobody could relate. Well, except K-POP idols. Her skin was literally clear and pale, her cheekbones were perfect, she had a perfect nose, a four finger forehead, her eyes were beautiful and the lips I've always wanted. She is the perfect girl to exist in a straight guy's imagination as their queen.

'why aren't you a K-POP idol or a model?' I blurted out without even thinking. I covered my mouth with my hands after realizing what I just said. 'I'm sorry I didn't mean to say it.' I apologized quickly.

'does that mean you thought that and didn't want to say it?' She interrogated. She looked mad. Very mad. 'I didn't mean to-'

She put her icy fingers on my mouth to shush me. She opened her mouth to say something, but Angie called her name from the kitchen telling her break was over. She gave me a glimpse saying we'll talk later.

Why did she get mad? Was it because she gets irritated when people compliment her? Does she think I'm hitting on her?! Wait, I'm straight. I just complimented her. Does she hate models?

I kept doing the problems while thinking about the possibilities why she would be mad without knowing what was I writing. I look at the problems' answers in the back and I'm shook!

Is she a math wizard or a professor?! She taught me much better than teachers! She's a professor then!