Chapter Four

       Mr. Cirpriano looked mad at pissed, his mouth opened like he was about to say something but then his eyes caught a glimpse of my wrist. His brows furrowed when he saw it bleeding as I quickly pulled my sleeve down and hid my hands under my desk. My eyes settled down the table in embarrassment.

"Do you find me boring, Miss?" His voice has a little rasp in it which added more definition to its sexiness.

Seriously, when did I become a pervert?

"N-no..." I answered, almost whispering. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Tiffany glaring at her brother.

Mr. Cirpriano sighed, "It's your turn to introduce yourself, but I believe I already know who you are since it's really obvious. You're the famous Which Elizabeth, am I right?"

Everyone in the class started laughing excluding Tiffany. I was already used to being insulted and hearing people talk about me badly, but why do I felt ashamed at this moment? What changed?

I retrieve my admiration for him, forgetting his handsome face and hot body, the only thing that's admirable about him was his whole figure but his manners and personality was the opposite. What was I expecting? That he's like her sister who's nice and friendly?

I clenched my fists under my desk and muttered, "asshole."

The whole class heard, so I'm guessing he did too. It wasn't my intention to allude, but oh well.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "stand up and introduce yourself to me, child."

No way he just called me a child!

I huffed while standing up, folding my arms over my chest and bravely meeting his eyes.

"My name is Elizabeth Coldero, I am 18 years old and if you don't want to be associated with an ugly little witch like me, tell me and I will stay away myself from an asshole like you."

I dropped down my seat angrily, letting out the breath I was holding. I looked out the window, my cheeks and ears burning red out of embarrassment. I just embarrassed myself more by disrespecting my teacher.

Some of my classmates laughed especially Tiffany who's close to fainting because of too much laughter, some whispered about how stupid and disrespectful I was. As for our professor, instead of looking insulted, the side of his lips was tugged upwards as if he was amused.

"That's not very nice of you, Miss Coldero. But, I will let you pass since I did, kind of, insulted you."

"Whatever." I looked down on the floor where my pen was, I stared at it for I don't know how long, waiting for Mr. Cipriano to proceed with the class introduction before I pick it up. I most definitely did not expect him to kneel one knee in front of me to grab my pen.

"Don't hurt yourself again with this pen, Lizzie." He placed the pen on my desk, giving me one last glance before standing up and proceeding with the class introduction.

He called me by my nickname.

I pulled my sleeve once again and stared at my nickname that I wrote on my wrist, it was missing an 'e' though but he still got it.

He did see.

To the remaining minutes of our time, I kept my head low until the class ended and it was time for a lunch break. I waited for everyone to scoot their way out of the classroom, Tiffany caught up to my ploy so she stayed on her seat while glaring at me.

I sighed in defeat, stood up and gathered all my things to my backpack. Tiffany followed, eyeing my every movement carefully.

"Tiffany," Mr. Cipriano spoke, approaching his sister.

"Ethan, that was just so rude! Why did you embarrass Lizzie like that?" She scolded her brother, pointing a finger. "What has gotten into you?"

"Tif, we're at school, I'm your professor and it's inappropriate for you to talk to me like that. You might get in trouble if someone heard you." He responded, strictly.

I ignored their controversy, threw my bag around my shoulder and walked past them.

"Lizzie, you're leaving me again! You're so mean!" As expected, Tiffany rushed to me. "Sorry about my brother, he's not usually like that, really."

I stayed silent, but I was listening.

"I'll make it up to you, I'll buy you lunch."

I stopped at my track and faced her, she was genuinely nice and friendly unlike most of the girls in this school. She was pretty as a goddess but her style was simple and light. She was like an innocent angel who knows how to raise her middle finger.

"I have an idea! I can braid your hair, what do you say?"

"B-braid my what now?"

"Great! Let's go to the restroom! Don't worry, you're in good hands, Lizzie." She held my hand and dragged me along with her to the girl's restroom.

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       "See? I told you you'll look pretty if you just learn how to take care of your hair. God, I'm jealous of your hair! Why is it longer and smoother than mine? I'm not complaining but damn!"

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I froze. I looked different but familiar. I used to look like this, this was the look that I wanted to avoid and forget. I didn't want to be pretty, my face was the reason why I was filthy.

"I don't like it..." I muttered, unbraiding my hair without emotion in my eyes.

"Lizzie!"

I knew I offended her, I didn't want to offend her but I was freaking out. I hated my looks, I hated that I'm pretty.

I exited from the restroom and stormed off, my fists clenching and I was just looking straight ahead. At first, I was confused as to why some students were looking at me weirdly not until I heard one of them stated, "Woah! I can't believe I'm saying this but Witch Elizabeth does have looks."

I halted, pulling my phone from my pocket and used the screen as a mirror. My hair was tidy and curly from the braid, but I couldn't just make it messy again. I didn't want everyone to think that I'm a crazy bitch, being a witch was enough.

I entered the cafeteria, gasping when I bumped into someone again for the second time this day. Something cold splashed on my chest and I flinched, a quiet scream leaving my mouth. It smelled like orange juice... I smelled like orange juice!

Great! This was literally the worst day ever.

I was just standing on the entranceway of the cafeteria, staring at the mess on my front. I lifted my gaze to glare at the person who had splash his drink on me. To all the people around this area, why did it have to be him? The same person who insulted me earlier.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he apologized, closing his tumbler casually. "I'm in a hurry."

"You know what? It's fine. Imagine wearing an orange juice as your outfit 'till the end of the day. Thank you!" I sarcastically stated, rolling my eyes at him.

He raised his eyebrows at me, "I said I was sorry."

"You don't look like you're sorry, so I don't need your fake apology."

"Are you really like this to all your professors?"

"No."

"Wow, I feel so special."

I wanted to beat the crap out of him. He was a professor, he was supposed to act like one instead of acting like a certified asshole.

I rolled my eyes at him, I couldn't stand him so I just walked past him. Thanks to that asshole, I would be walking around the school with my wet sweatshirt.

I went with my day, ignoring everyone's stares at me and ordered a sandwich and a juice since I'm running low on money. One of my punishments from Rex was not getting my whole allowance but that was fine, I didn't eat that much anyway.

I felt really sticky, that new professor of ours was way worse than our last professor in my own opinion. It was bad to disrespect him since he was my teacher, but he didn't seem to mind that I'm talking back to him, and I only respect someone who deserves it.

I flinched a little when my phone vibrated inside my pocket, I pulled it out while I was eating and checked the messenger. It was from an unknown number which made me confused.

'Come to the restroom, I have something for you.'

This was definitely a prank, no one knew about my phone number. It was only Rex and Annie, even my contact list was also them.

But I was bored so I just went along.

'Who r u?' I replied.

A few seconds later, I received another message that says, 'Your professor.'