First Monday, September

The leaves of the trees around rustle lightly as I study the girl sitting on the bench across from where I stand, alone in the wide. It was stroking her pencil on her pad, directing her full attention to her drawing. 

My steps approaching her were so well taken that she didn’t even notice my presence when I stopped behind the bench. She was scribbling a squirrel eating peanuts where the details are on point except for the edges. She was startled when I spoke and was staring at me surprised when she turned her head. She must be overwhelmed.

I sat beside her to talk and asked to see more of her works, where she purposely skipped the parts on the following pages seemingly. As she flips the sheets, I move closer towards her and notice her cheeks turning red and her body got tensed—not the kind of reaction I quite expected. She was so coy but knows how to put a façade to not break her composure.

Charming

A few moments passed, the bell rang and I walked her back inside the campus. She was thinking I am a new student the whole time and I laughed with her judgment. I asked her name in return and when she did, I felt every bone of my body ignited.

I smiled. 

Getting a job inside this University was easy. As someone who came from one of the Ivy League schools, I carry privileges in my back. It didn’t come into my attention it existed, not until I graduated from Oxford. My days in that University were quite amiable, being on top in academics and skills than most of the students, especially the children related to some royal families across the world admitted in there. It’s not much, you cannot see princes or princesses accurately, only just few who are related by blood. Students descended from low class to middle class, that are given the opportunity to surpass the standards of Oxford. Perhaps in this cruel world, at least I am gifted with a bright mind and beyond normal skills.

Enough to silence down the ones who will get on my way.

The day went by, leaving with the last subject for the first day. I joined the class by 15:15, and walked inside holding my golden pen. After writing my name on the board, I introduced myself, giving out little background about my degree and status. As I finished, the faces in front of me looked stunned. Nevertheless, it didn’t really matter, except for that very girl sitting on the second-row, second to the last seat in the middle division. 

My, my... There you are

I knew she was in this class when I checked the schedule. Even if she wasn’t under me, I will find a way to handle a class where she is in it. 

When I saw her in the park, she was wearing a white sleeveless top with a nude polo tucked on high waist pants. She has mid-long curly hair that was put on a ponytail with strands left on loose. The lenses of her glasses were a little thick which made it hard to decipher on the far view what the shape of her face, as it appears to be bending against, while her head faces the pad downward. 

As I approached and sat with her on the bench, she revealed a small shaped face with fair skin. She has a sea blue-green eyes and smells blue rush. She is like a small creature under me.

Alluring beneath me, indeed.

She was mildly giving off a shy reaction towards me but trying so hard to put up her demure guise as we converse. This would be a good contributing entertainment, deciphering her more than I anticipated.

Finishing up the class, I called their names for attendance and thought it was silly that she didn’t respond, just staring at me. I didn’t wait for her to answer, instead I called the rest of the listed names and announced that those who didn’t answer while doing the roll call must stay after I dismissed the session. 

Everyone was glimpsing at me on their way out of the classroom, except for one particular student who was in front of my table, looking so anxious despite hiding it. Her fingers tapping the back of her phone. 

Wonderful, amuse me more

I stared at her for a moment waiting for the room to get empty, trying to peek through her existence, thinking how innocent and fragile she still looks unlike the few faces I have seen in the world she belongs to. Her actions are a little timid but doesn’t display boastfulness. Most of these royalties take pride in their title yet here she is, so tense in front of me. 

“So, you are the one who didn’t answer when I was doing the attendance.” I spoke, intending an intimidating impression after all her classmates left, just us while the temperature dropped slowly. 

“I sincerely apologized, Ms.-Uhm, how should… I address you Ms.?” She spoke so unsurely, sounding apprehensive. I am having fun making her tremble a little.

“Is changing the topic your way of evading the situation, Hestia” I conveyed, making her more nervous. She gulped before answering me, stuttering upon speaking her side. Her hands are pinching her fingertips while can’t keep a straight eye contact on me. My soul is pleased. 

I lightened up my expression a little to let her loosen up her anxiousness.  Told her I was fooling around and tapped her head. She let out a big sigh while blushing.

“Rianne, you can call me Ms. Rianne. Professor is a little unfitting for me, don’t you think?” I cut her off, telling her how I want her to address me.

“Y-yes, I figured it too, uh Ms. Rianne. I am really sorry again for zoning out when you were doing a roll call…was a little distracted” she explained, her voice still shaky and her body still portraying nervousness.

“Distracted because you didn’t expect me to be your professor? It doesn’t really say you” I laughed lowly and saw her cheeks turning red again. I smiled because of it. 

It’s not unusual already when people give-out compliments at me, because of my physical attributes in our first encounter. It’s an old news when they want to make an excessive impression towards me or gain some unnecessary confidence to talk. I never believed in clean intentions, there are always hidden motives from their unmerited gestures. It has always been like that. Their sickening desires and the lustful eyes, horrendous personal impulse to claim everything like it’s an empty vessel without any right. They all make me nauseous, surging my blood and igniting my pulse, urging me to wrec havoc and create an art work through gauging their eyes out using my bare fingers and morph their bodies using sharpened blades. Yet here she is, displaying a different depiction—So shy and careful around me.

Thereafter, I walked her to the garage when the class hours ended, as she said her car is parked in there and so is mine. I told her to leave first and she compliantly did, bidding farewell before she took off with a smile.

So obedient.

I walk over my car, and pulled the door to settle myself in. As I watch her drove off, my mind is racing with the thoughts of the things I will do to her.

“I finally found you.”