Chapter 2

All the nerves in her body froze when her kinky teacher added the last line. She wished that she could just vanish in the air at that moment.

Melissa swallowed down, turned around to smile at her most hated man weakly before responding like a five-year-old toddler who just learned how to talk properly,

" That...Sir..I...was... trying..to confirm... that..you were free..at that moment."

Drake amusingly watched her when she battled to prove herself innocent yet she failed. He could see that her long eyelashes were fluttering in nervousness. Her breathing came out a little bit irregularly and she took bites often from her bottom lips when she was nervous.

His eyes pierced through her soul, making her wandering why she always got nervous and excited under his watchful eyes.

Drake didn't make the matter hard for her. He was already running out of time and waved his hand dismissively with a single command,

" Leave! "

Melissa as if heaven had showered blessing on her, trotted over the doorway with her clumsy footsteps. Just as she gripped the doorknob, ready to push open the door, his voice came again with a hint of authority,

" And Miss Carter! Please don't wear a Black Bra under your white shirt. You are offending the eyes of your professor."

Asshole!

Melissa muttered inside, cheeks fired up in embarrassment as she gave him a soft hum without turning around. Coming out from the devil's den, she heaved a sigh of relief and made her way back to the exit with her marching footsteps.

She spotted that their family car was parked at the entrance. Her mom, Hayley Carter was waving at her with a faint smile.

Melissa marched on her way without caring about the cold smile that her mom gave her. Pulling open the car door angrily, she slammed her backpack on the back seat before hopping on.

Hayley shot her a strange glare before walking over to take the driver position. She could sense that her darling daughter's mood was pissed off.

Hayley asked starting the engine and looking at her daughter through the rare view mirror,

" What's wrong sweety? Who pissed off my baby daughter?"

Melissa scoffed at her silently. She couldn't spill out the truth that her professor had lectured her undergarments and she was caught red-handed in eavesdropping his private conversation.

When Melissa didn't respond to her, Hayley continued speaking,

" Oh, sweetie! Mr.Hale has called me this morning."

Melissa blurted out a little impatiently,

" What??? What..did.. he say ??"

Hayley laughed softly as she answered taking aU-turns,

" He is very concerned about your math grade. He asked me to pay extra attention to you. Umm.. But I am afraid that he has called your dad already.."

I am doomed!

Melissa uttered as her eyes lit up like a burning fire. She was right in hating him at first sight. People might think that she was daddy's girl. But it was the opposite of reality. Her father had always loved her brother, Dalton more than her. At some points, she had the feeling that he was a little rough on her in comparison with Dalton.

Well, can't help with that!

Dalton was not only good in studies but also sports. He had won several medals and made their family damn proud of him. Perhaps that was the reason behind the discrimination between them. But here she was! She had to stay in class twelve twice because of her low grade in Mathematics. Her dad often lectured her for her bad grades, and unscrupulous manners and was often questioned by her neighbors.

She didn't give a fuck but her dad's words hurt her badly!

Hayley's annoyed voice snapped her back to reality,

" Melissa! Melissa! "

She jerked coming back to reality and spoke between her heavy breathing,

" Yes..Mom.. What did he..say to Dad?"

Hayley shook her head unknowingly. Lowing the speed of their car, she replied through ensuring leaping out her voice,

" I am not sure, hon but your dad sounded angry. He wants to talk with you tonight."

Melissa bit down her lips together painfully. Now she was sure that her professor had reported to her Dad again. Damn..fuck this man...

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Melissa dropped her eyes on the paper that showed mark " 32" with a lot of questions mark. A loud slam on the table jerked her off as she heard his father's furious voice,

" 32 out of 70. Melissa Carter, are you planning to stay in Twelve for another good year? "

Marcel Carter yelled at his disobedient daughter. A doctor by profession, he was always very busy running from hospital to hospital. Among all of his children, he was worried about Melissa the most. She was becoming way too careless of her studies recently.

Melissa pressed her lips together. Shaking on her words lightly, she spoke through her parted lips,

" So.. Sorry..Dad..I tried..."

Her dad slammed the paper sheet again over the table. His voice echoed out furiously,

" Tried? I have been hearing these same repeated lines throughout the whole damn one and hala f year. Yet I receive phone calls from professors that you don't pay attention to your classes. What is lacking in you? We have done everything that is best for your living yet you show no sign of gratefulness. Get out of my sight now."

Her eyes threatened to shed tears but she held back forcefully knowing that she was at fault. Excusing herself from there, she strode upstairs fast and closed the door behind her pink-painted walls.

Finally, she burst into tears and jammed her head inside the pillow to block the world from hearing her stupid cries.

Sometimes she felt like she wasn't worthy of doing great!

She was sobbing hard when her cell phone buzzed and a voice message popped in. Taking a break between her sobs, she reached out for the cellphone lazily and pressed on the speaker.

The sarcastic tone of her best friend, Stefan echoed through the speaker,

" Fuck, Mel. Professor Hale has given me only 20. My mother has beaten me with her dirty broom. How the hell I wish that I could steal his damn fucking hard questions! "

Melissa didn't respond to his questions. An idea cropped in her mind. Stefan's idea didn't sound so bad. Stealing question papers would resolve everything easily.

Her father wouldn't call her hopeless anymore!