A Night With The Ruthless Billionaire

"Battle 1"

"Peyton Kamila Ramos..." Miss Minchin called me with a venomous tone. I couldn't help but roll my eyes before standing up.

Miss Minchin, whose biography probably had Luci and Santa----Lucifer and Satan, I mean--written as her parents. She was literally spit out from hell.

And she wasn't alone in tormenting me at the University of San Miguel---my alma mater which suddenly turned out to be a stopover to hell.

Suddenly, everyone in this school seemed to hate me. Yes, I'm not rich, just plain like me and my mom, but for crying out loud, I'm intelligent! And I could tell who was the cause of all my suffering.

"I saw you staring at Mr. Valdemar for quite some time now. Are you that attracted to him?" Her hand crossed her ample chest.

This certain Valdemar.

Since he appeared in the university this semester, I've been dodging him like I'm fleeing from death. I thought it was just a coincidence that whenever he bothered me and I snapped at him, I'd walk into class and suddenly my professor would unleash fire upon me.

But it seems like a cycle!

Every time Valdemar pesters me to spend time with him, which I don't even know why, something bad happens to me a few hours after I refuse him. It's like there's a green-skinned spell and curse book hanging in his briefs against me.

I feel like there are friends

of his, sprites and goblins, who always sprinkle magic dust on my irritation towards him. I'm just so thoroughly fed up with him.

And I didn't look at him when Miss Minchin saw me.

Because, you see, someone threw a small piece of paper at me, and I knew it was none other than the fish with the blue eye. He's so pathetic, a lustful creature who's absolutely enamored with my looks.

The first message I received from him?

I want to go between your thighs.

The second message?

I love your lips... I wonder how it tastes...

The third, and repeatedly?

Lunch?

Your smell is so addicting, Pey...

Your voice sounded like a moan.

Who wouldn't get annoyed, right?! And how can I believe when that jerk has a new conquest every day! And now, he's trying to put me on his list.

No way!

"What are you holding?" Miss Minchin from hell walked towards me and tried to snatch the paper from Valdemar. Dammit! I knew the message would be something offensive, and Minchin definitely won't let it slide.

"You won't give it, Ramos?" Miss Minchin raised an eyebrow at me. Her face, chubby and sweaty, I kept my composure even though I was getting annoyed.

"Read what's written there!" She demanded.

What on earth does this paper hold?! I feel like every day I'm opening a fortune cookie with a note inside predicting my fate for the day. I always anticipate, but these messages of his are just infuriating.

I unfolded it

and my eyes widened at what was written. I quickly shifted my gaze to Valdemar, who was now grinning like a demon.

"I said 'F---'," I started.

"FU--" I took a deep breath.

"Fuck me later." I said it quickly. My classmates burst into laughter, and I wanted to sink into my seat. That damn Valdemar!

"RAMOS!" Miss Minchin from hell went pale. "To whom are you giving that?!" She accused.

"What?! Someone just threw this at me." I defended.

"You are one week suspended from my class!"

"F*ck!" I couldn't help but curse.

"What did you say, Miss Ramos? Your mouth is filthy! Repeat what you said! You are two weeks suspended!" She didn't give up.