Leanna-Chapter 225: [Teacher] [Lance]

[Emery’s POV]

[Teacher]

Alright.

Everything looks good.

I rechecked my appearance once more. A simple white long sleeve button shirt and black pencil cut skirt paired with a deadly three inches stilettoes.

Since I was portraying to be a teacher, I have to look the part.

I bathe for two hours, making sure every part of me was scrubbed and cleaned that even my insides smell like milk.

After that, I was in front of my walk-in closet’s full-length mirror ever since. Rechecking my appearance time and time again.

One week had passed since I read Lance’s diary. It took a while to processed the papers and other documents and formulated excuses after excuses to my family.

The school agreed to my dema––er . . . ’request’ that I would only teach one class per day from Monday to Wednesday because that was my only free time. Not because that is Lance’s schedule . . .

It was only when the clock stroke six in the morning that I grabbed my Salvatore Ferragamo classic top handle bag and stormed towards my bulletproof black Mercedes, where Violet was already waiting inside the driver seat.

I was living in the mansion I was in when I was still studying in Artem. In one of New Haven’s private subdivision. It took an hour by a car going to Artem, but I did not mind since I love the place. It was quiet, peaceful, safe, and private.

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"Quiet down, everyone. I’ll introduce your new beginner’s violin teacher. Meet Miss Emery Jansen."

"Woah!"

"She’s soooo beautiful!"

"That’s Emery Jansen?"

"NO kidding."

"Quiet down. Quiet down." Professor Ingrid leveled her eyeglasses before she threw me a glance. She looked all kind and polite, opposite from her usual strict self.

I knew she was just buttering up to me. She was always like that ever since I was still a student here.

"These kids are a handful, but they have talents. If you need help with anything, approach me, alright?"

I nodded and gave her a professional smile, dismissing her with my silence. Professor Ingrid was a bit hesitant to leave until I gave her the side-eye, and she scurried out of the room.

Though she was like that, wanted to rub on the good side of influential people, she was still one of the best teachers when it came to music. Thus, Artem could not exactly dismiss her.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Emery Jansen. I do not like to waste time, so when I call your name, kindly raise your hand for me to know you," I said straight to the point.

I was used to crowds and be the center of attention, so giving lectures to a bunch of kids four years younger than me was a piece of cake –– until I saw a name on the class lists that I wanted to murder ever since four years ago.

Jennifer Brane.

Right, I forgot she was also studying here.

What were the odds that from all the classes, she would be on mine?

Rotten Milk!

I should have said that I did not want any class with a ’Jennifer’ in it.

I roamed my gaze and found the object of my hatred.

She had gotten beautiful by the years. A full-grown lady that was about to turn into a woman. Her long black silky hair was cut in style and colored in white blonde.

A pity, she looks more beautiful with black hair.

She still had this demure and delicate feel to her.

She was staring at me with a smile on her face, showing her adorable dimples on both sides of her cheeks. Her dark brown puppy eyes were so soft and innocent.

If I did not know any better, I would also be fooled by the girl’s acting. Unfortunately for her, I ate girls like her every day for breakfast . . . well . . . not literally . . . but you get my point.

HMP!

I’ll definitely snatch Lance for myself!

Or I will not eat snacks for the rest of my life!

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[Emery’s POV]

[Lance]

When my morning and only class finish for the day, I grabbed my bag and shoved my things inside, and walked out of the room, ignoring some students who wanted to get acquainted with me.

The music and culinary buildings were not far from each other. The music building was at the east beside the dance department, and the culinary building was at the west side beside the art building.

It was a ten-minute walk (if I hurry) from here to there, and all the way, I passed all the buildings, the mini-parks, the gym, the hall, and the cafeteria until I arrived at the place.

I walked past the entrance lobby, and the line of lockers and went straight to Lance’s classroom.

Since I spent four years of my life in this school, I knew Artem like the back of my hand. The laboratory and kitchen were on the uppermost floor, and the lecture rooms were at the lower levels.

I already knew his schedule. In the morning, he was on the uppermost floor in the kitchen, so I made my way there. My feet stopped when I was meters away from the room.

I was all giddy and excited, but now that I was actually here –– I didn’t want to continue anymore.

W-what if he does not want to see me?

W-what if he had forgotten all about me?!

The fear ate every courage I had. I step and turned, making a scram for it when the doors flung open and came pouring out teenage boys and girls.

My mind went blank at the sudden surprise.

T-the bell has not even rung yet! W-why did his class ended?!

I wanted to run and get the hell out of here –– fast, but my body did not respond as my heart and feelings took over when my brain blanked out –– wanted to see him so badly.

The crowds walked passed me, looking all curious with adoring eyes. Some even stopped to take a good look. Others huddled around trying to grab my attention, but all my eyes could see was a young, lean muscled youth about five feet seven inches in height with earphones dangling around his neck. His short silver hair glistened under the morning light. His long thick lashes were fluttering as his brown eyes were deep and focused on his phone. The contour of his face was prominently eye-catching. The thin lips became sensual as his high sharp nose complemented everything.

He became entirely different from when he was a boy. The way he carried himself in full indifference and confidence. Like a high noble that everyone wanted to please. Wanted to do anything just to see his smile.

Lance . . .

Although I already saw Lawrence, he and Lance were entirely different in my eyes.

A completely different person.

An entirely different charisma and personality.

He seemed to be shining, and only him filled all my vision –– not seeing anyone else.

Only him.

Before I knew it, I was in front of him, blocking his way –– again.

He raised his head with a frown on his lovely face, and his deep brown eyes shone with surprise at the sight of me.

"Em . . . ?"