"No-one's watching us, don't give a fuck."—Melanie Martinez.

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Nikolai stares down into the small exercise book, analyzing the legible handwriting of his shy student.

She almost reminds him of how Kelly was before she started doing better academically. But there are also many differences between them. Kelly is a few inches shorter with broader hips and chunky thighs. And whereas Bella writes with her right hand and has flawless penmanship, Kelly uses her left hand while her writing is very illegible.

And the biggest polarity of them all: He doesn't feel attracted to Bella.

In fact, he has never romantically desired a student before Kelly. Scratch that, he has never desired a woman the way he does her. These feelings are new to him as they are to her.

He's like a virgin in this case, but generally far from one.

Nikolai is so proud of his favorite girl. If only she knew how pleased he is with her performance.

The night he saw her overall grade and achievement, he was sat on his couch, only wearing a pair of slacks and a glass of wine in hand. He logged onto the school's system, tapped on year 12, and instantly found her name not far down. Third place. A smirk grew from the corner of his mouth as he leaned back in the soft sofa, taking a sip of the red liquid. Perhaps if she had been nearby, he would have claimed her lips as a gift.

Instead, he decided to get her a necklace. He searched high and low for something that would reflect her innocence, and when he was unable to find jewelry worth buying, he decided to get it custom-made. Done to order for only her. Therefore, there is only one of its kind in the world.

Sure there are several pieces of jewelry with the letter K as its pendant. But that one is unique since it was specially designed by him.

Moya was there as well when he made the order in Bolivia. She also told him how lucky he was to have met Kelly since she has never seen him this relaxed in a while. His OCD makes him prone to panic attacks and overwork, something he has yet to tackle.

But Kelly? She's like a dose of medication, as corny as that may sound. She makes him relaxed, but uneasy at the same time since his manhood never catches a break in her presence. She's way too sexy. But that isn't the sole reason he likes her.

He likes her because she's pure and genuine. She's real and doesn't hide her true self. She isn't one of those preppy girls who are overly perfect. She is naturally perfect.

And she's his. He won't lose her to anyone.

"Very good, Bella. You did absolutely well on all the questions." Mr. Todd smiles a little as he returns her notebook that is now lined with red lines, ticks, and notes.

The girl smiles timidly.

"T-thank you." She accepts it from him, but he finds her fingers shaking a bit. Almost as though she is afraid of him.

He pays no attention to it since he has witnessed that on several occasions. Some of the students tend to fear him for reasons unknown to him.

"Um...should I only complete exercise f for homework, sir?"

"No, work on G as well. Pass me your book; let me make a note of it."

She hands it to him again, and he sits up as he reaches for his pen.

As he swiftly but neatly jots down on her page, Bella's green eyes aimlessly wander the room.

The vintage paintings on the wall...the couch in the corner...the pen-holder and writing instruments scattered all over the ground.

Her brows furrow wonderingly, and for some odd reason, her thoughts regress to earlier.

When the door had opened, it didn't miss her attention how weird Kelly looked. Her cheeks were a bright pink and the top of her blouse looked disheveled. Bella can tell a flustered person since she tends to blush a lot.

However, as Nik passes her notebook to her, the thoughts disappear from her mind, not having enough soil to bloom upon.

"Here you go, Bella. Remember to study."

"Okay." She opens the pink knapsack in her lap, tucking the book inside of the large compartment. "Sir...your pen-holder is on the floor."

"Pardon?"

"Your pen-holder." She timorously points to the now broken instrument, the pens, and pencils surrounding it.

"Oh." Nik keeps his composure, wheeling his chair back to pick them up. Bella gets up to help him, but he shakes his head.

"It's okay, have a nice day, Bella."

She stops in her tracks, twisting her lips in humiliation. She is easily embarrassed, which is why she prefers to remain quiet. "O-okay, sir. Y-you too."

And she turns around and pelts out of the room. Nik finds her attitude weird and a bit ridiculous, but it is not his duty to follow up on strange kids.

He is an asshole, he is aware of this, and he has no idea how Kelly managed to bury that side of him when it comes to her.

As for Bella, he prays she'll stop acting like a stray mouse whenever he corresponds with her. It is somewhat annoying.

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"So, how did the appointment go?" Derrick asks while he walks with Kelly to Physical Education class.

Luckily, the two got granted the blessing of sharing another session.

At the thought of Nikolai's hand around her throat and how his erection felt prodding against her lady area, her cheeks take on a bright shade of crimson.

She gulps. "I-I-it was okay..."

Derrick squints his eyes, fixing the collar of his white jersey. "You just stuttered."

"Yeah...and so what?" She tucks her blouse into her sports skirt.

"It means, you're hiding something. What did you guys do?" He is idly walking backward while he asks this, and Kelly nervously chews on her tongue.

"Did you guys make-out in his office?"

"Who made out in whose office?" Henry suddenly joins them, his jersey a bit too huge for his thin frame and a Shinobi headband around his head. They're called a forehead protector and hold importance in the world of Naruto.

Derrick conveniently uses the anime antique to divert the conversation.

"Fucking hell, where'd you get that?" He stares at Henry's forehead, genuinely mesmerized.

"Specially designed. I can hook one up for ya'." He smiles.

"Of course! How much did you pay for it?"

While the two boys chatter away, Kelly turns her head up to Nikolai's office.

His blinds are closed, so she assumes he is not inside. A part of her was hoping he was, although she hates the pleated skirt she has to wear to P.E.

However, this time it is not so bad. The board changed it to a white one that is more flowing at the hips but not much longer. Kelly prefers this one a lot more, though, and deep down, she wants Nikolai to see her wearing it. It'll erase the image of the ugly green one he'd usually see her in. They say the first impression lasts, but this time she prays the last impression will.

Suddenly, as if summoning him, the blinds begin to open and Nikolai's perfect figure comes into view. And then his vigilant eyes drop down to the field, noticing her in a heartbeat.

Looking like the perfect stalker. Staring at his office like a creep.

Kelly wasn't ready. She spins her back to him with wide eyes, pursing her lips in embarrassment. Fuck.

"Coach said we should warm up!" A boy announces, and the batch begins to follow the instruction.

While Derrick and Henry prattle on about the nine-tailed fox and why Sakura loves Sasuke, Kelly is trying to appear severely impressive.

To the point that she looks madly hilarious. She is trying to warm up sexily, opening her thighs elegantly and bending over seductively, hoping Nikolai is watching her.

In her belief, there are not many pros where she is concerned. She is not the smartest, perhaps not even the prettiest, and she admits that she can be a total nut-job sometimes. But she is flexible, and she can boast about that.

She flips the end of her high ponytail over her shoulders, taking a glance to the side. She can see his silhouette there, standing at the window.

Very good, stay there, while I give you the show of your life.

Kelly is always known to take things a little too far, but she cannot help herself. It is becoming a disorder at this point.

It has been a while since she last did the split. But she is willing to try it today.

She divides her legs as wide as possible, slowly sliding down to the low grass. She used to do this a lot back in the day, and she's surprised she still has it within her.

As she gets down to the ground where her thighs are touching the hot field, both legs scissored away from each other, she lets out a strained breath of triumph. Pleased that she didn't outgrow her talent.

"Good...very good, Kelly." She breathes, turning her head to the side again.

His silhouette is still there.

She chuckles to herself, shaking her head. Without a doubt, he has to be enjoying the show.

That sneaky sneaky man...

She lets out a victorious sigh, deciding it is time to put a stop to her foolishness. The sun is scorching hot, and the grass is starting to prick her thighs.

She presses her palms into the warm ground to bring herself back up, putting all her weight into her wrists. But unluckily, she's unable to move.

Her thighs are stuck.

"Fuck."

She bites her lip as dread settles into her stomach. "Come on, don't embarrass me..."

Blowing her cheeks out, she tries to bring her herself up again, but her legs just won't budge.

Fucking hell! She is now panicking.

"Uh...Derrick?" She mewls.

Her friend turns around mid-conversation, his hands stuck in the air where he had been gesturing. His face scrunch in confusion. "Kelly? What are you doing?"

"Can you help me...I am stuck." She bites her lip, more embarrassed than terrified. Nikolai is watching, for fuck's sake.

She is hoping he's not standing there, that he has left by now.

"What on earth were you trying to do?" Derrick plods over to her, Henry following him with a concerned look.

"I was trying...to split." She mutters. "Now I can't get up."

"It's alright, grab my arm." Derrick reaches a bicep out, and Kelly grabs onto it as he drags her up.

A little roughly.

"Derrick!" She frowns, and he chuckles.

"I am sorry."

She gets back onto her feet, the insides of her thighs feeling bruised and her joints hurting.

Fuck gymnastics.

"Derrick. Is Mr. Todd still at his window?" She asks timidly, her back still turned.

It takes a while for Derrick to comprehend what she means. When he does, he looks up to where Mr. Todd's office is.

"Uh...yeah. He's standing there with a cup of coffee."

"Fuck. Take me away from here."

"But we have class—"

"Just take me away from here!"

"Alright." He laughs. "Henry, we are going by the computer lab, coming?"

"Sure, I can show you the latest episode of Boruto if you're interested."

"Heck, yeah."

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Kelly spends an hour in the computer lab, watching music videos and catching up on an episode of Flower of Evil. The lab tech was a bit skeptical about allowing them entry, but Henry came up with an excuse about their teacher being sick, so they have a free period. The passive man bought it and returned to laughing at the anime playing on his computer.

They leave the room when the bell rings, and Kelly tells the two boys goodbye before hurrying to the women's room.

She closes the stall door, pulls her shorts down, and crashes onto the toilet after ensuring the seat is clean.

She counts the ceiling lights to pass some time, and then the bathroom door opens on the outside as footsteps enter the space.

"...this fucking school sucks. Sick of all these long classes..."

"Tell me about it. I only look forward to history and that's because Mr. Todd is hot as fuck."

She recognizes that squeaky second voice. Gabriella.

"Girl yes, I am so happy I have him for history this semester. The woman he belongs to is a lucky bitch."

Kelly bends over and puts her eyes to the narrow crevices, discovering that the other voice belongs to Clementine. She rolls her eyes.

The two girls are applying makeup, which is against the school rules, and Clementine's skirt is so short that Kelly can see where her green tights stop.

"How do you know he has a woman?" Gabriella giggles, cleaning the rim of her glasses.

"Girl, have you looked at him? I don't understand how you had him last semester and didn't try to make a move on him. I would have bend my ass over at any chance I got. He wouldn't be able to resist me."

Kelly curls her lips. You wish...

She cannot believe the nerves of these girls. Gossiping about the man that belongs to her. How pitiful...

A dose of confidence and arrogance rises within her. Although she is not dating Nik, at least she knows what his lips feel like. Something these girls will never be able to experience.

Her head feels a bit huge for her body as she gets up and flushes the toilet, throwing the door open with a chin held high.

The two girls snap their heads around, bewildered and shocked that someone else was present in the bathroom.

"The hell...are you a ghost or what?" Gabriella hisses.

Clementine looks at her from head to toe. "She sits at the front of our history class, right?" She looks at Gabriella, who rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, but she's irrelevant, so ignore her."

Kelly smirks and flips the tap, putting her hands underneath it. "Just so you girls know, though, Mr. Todd is happily taken and soon to be married."

The two girls glower at her.

"And you would know how?" Gabriella crosses her arms.

"I just do." Kelly shrugs, flashing her fingers. "I saw his girlfriend the other day; she came to see him during lunch. She's pretty, very pretty. They are happy together too, and he loves her soooo much it hurts." She holds her chest, smiling.

Clementine gawks at her weirdly. "I see why you don't like her...she's weird as fuck..."

Kelly chuckles to herself and reels out some paper towel, wiping her hands with it. Then she tosses it in the bin and flips her hair, walking out of the bathroom.

"Tell me that girl has never gotten laid ..." Clementine says, and Gabriella scoffs.

"I am sure she hasn't, and the boy that looks in her direction would be a visually impaired person."

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Kelly watches the clock like a hawk, anticipating the moment her last class will come to an end. She has been fantasizing about being alone with Nikolai all afternoon and kept on revisiting that moment they shared in his dark office.

How it felt sitting on his groin. It's an experience she will never be able to come back from.

His lips felt soft and feathery against her skin, and when he stared into her eyes, it was as though her soul had left her body.

She has met his rude side, his cocky side, and his self-centered side...but this side is such a sweet contrast that has her daydreaming and soaring through the Milky Way.

As soon as the bell goes off, she grabs her backpack and stands up from her chair, offering her teacher a quick farewell before bustling out the door.

Her designated homeroom teacher isn't present today, and so everyone got dismissed earlier.

"I have a football meet; I will see you later, okay?" Derrick fixes his tie as they walk out of the classroom.

The hall is noisy and swamped, kids clambering back and forth to get to their respective destinations.

"I have tutoring sessions, so I will text you later when I get home." She assures him, and he salutes her.

"Just don't lose your virginity." He mumbles.

She pivots to him, her hair falling along her shoulders and her eyes squinted. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing." He grins toothily before turning away and weaving his way through the sea of students.

Kelly scrunches her face at his retreating figure. Why would he even think that?

Instantly, the notion corrupts her once pure line of thinking. She cannot help imagining her and Nikolai actually doing it...

She reddens. It feels close to impossible and she's not sure she would be okay with someone seeing her completely naked. She is very insecure about her body and doesn't think Nikolai would like it either.

She shakes her head. That won't be happening anytime soon. They are not at that place in their relationship—erase that—situation-ship yet. Nikolai already told her that he has no intentions of going there with her right now, and she couldn't agree more. She wants them to take things one step at a time. Sex isn't as simple as reciting the letters of the alphabet. It is sacred and shouldn't be looked upon as a cakewalk. She will worry about that bridge when it comes.

Instantly, her cellphone dings with a notification and she grabs it from her pocket, sliding it open.

Kelly's heart does that thing it always does, her cheeks then following suit. Now her face looks as though someone pushed her headway into a bucket of red paint.

Her shaky fingers tap against the smooth screen as she programs a response.

She pauses for a moment, erasing the last two letters and writing...

It feels weird, like having dried glue on your face type of weird. She will get used to it in due time, however. But when her phone dings again, she jumps startled, not expecting another response.