I Seduced the Wrong Twin and He's a Mafia!

Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Unrequited Crush

ANABETH COLLINS

Every girl's innocent and not so innocent dream. Every guy's threat. Everyone adores him. The man is the perfect example of a perfect man. Handsome, smart, kind. He has all the good qualities and attitudes that I don't. I shrank back at the thought. I always see hima and I can only admire him from afar. Because as clichè as it sounds, a loser like me can only do that much. I'm not even sure if I have the right to even attempt to have a crush on him.

Like what I've been doing for a year now.

A large hand in front of me stopped me from daydreaming, blinking at the hand before looking up. I blushed when I saw Irah smiling and quickly hid it using my hair before accepting his help. His hands are rough and I could feel bumps and cuts from it but assumed it's because of him being sporty. You see, Irah is not only the smartest, richest guy in their School, he's also talented and sporty.

"I'm sorry. Are you hurt?" His gentle and caring voice almost melted me. His voice sounded so beautiful, like the ones you hear from audiobooks. I can listen to his voice all day.

"I-I'm fine." I stuttered and lowered my head in shame.

"So stupid of me to not look where I'm going." Irah laughed and it warmed my stomach. Even his laugh is addicting.

God, am I obsessing too much?

I caught sight of the time and gasped loudly. "It's okay! Gotta go!" I side stepped him before running down the hall. Not a graceful sight to see but as much as I'd love to stay and have a conversation with him, Mrs. Hendricks terrifies me more!

I let out a huge sigh of relief when I did not see her in her place in front of the class before sitting on my seat. I wiped my forehead before catching my breath. Now that I'm alone, the feelings caught up to me and I almost squealed in delight. Gosh, I sounded like a teenager going to One Direction's concert for the first time! I must have looked like a stuttering fan in front of him. But that's what I felt when I saw him that close for the first time!

I only had the luxury of watching him play tennis or badminton secretly from the bench. And when I thought he was handsome, then. I'm actually wrong. Irah King is gorgeous in person! He looked a lot like Leonardo De Carpio and Ian Salvatore! He has a beautiful set of blue eyes, pointed and high nose, his lips are pinkish and looks so soft!

Gee, now I plainly sound like a pervert.

"You're late again, girl."

I was snapped out of my day dream when I heard Monique, my best friend's voice. We've been friends since forever and we knew each other from inside out. Monique knew about my secrets and I knew about hers. As a shy introvert, I often withdraw myself from others. I like being alone and eating alone. Until Monique came and demanded she eat with me. Monique told me that I looked so lonely that's why she joined me. I smiled for the first time and allowed her to stay close. We've been through sky and land, ups and downs, thick and thin.

"Not really. I got here on time." I denied like I usually do before motioning her to come closer and whispered in her ears. "I bumped into Irah King on my way here."

"No way." Monique exclaimed, completely amazed. "You're kidding."

"I wish. I even felt his hand."

To my utter surprise and annoyance, Monique squealed like a pig and it gained the attention of their classmates. All eyes are now on us, making me want to hide from their judging eyes. Curse my ever so noisy friend!

"What? You guys haven't seen a face this pretty?" I heard Monique scoff and I took a peek from the safety of my hair to see our classmates looking away. Monique has always been the feisty and extroverted one and I sometimes envy her for it. If only I have her confidence maybe then I'll be treated fairly. I won't be the center of laughter or gossip. I won't be receiving judging eyes and insults.

Monique was about to ask more when Mrs. Hendricks strode in with her head held high and a stern look on her face.

"Good morning, class."

A round of mumbles and lazy answers were heard, and Mrs. Hendricks raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Shall I wake your dead brains with a recitation?"

"Good morning!" Everyone including me shouted loudly this time.

"That's what I thought. As you can see, I have prepared a projector and screen here for a presentation you need to see and a former student of mine will do the honor." She informed us while pointing at the projector on top of her table and the white screen upfront. "Come in."

I yawned and stared boredly at the door but my eyes widened when I saw who just entered the room. A series of screams and squeals was heard around the classroom but I remained dumbstruck just staring at the man in front of us in shock. I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming, and he wasn't a product of my imagination.

"Hello. My name is Irah King and I'll be presenting a project I did way back. Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Hendricks. Nice to meet you all." He introduced himself with a smile that could melt the coldest heart, as if not everyone here had no idea who he was.

He'll be the one presenting it? Oh no, I remember her saying we'll have a quiz right after. How will I be able to focus when he'll be the one to talk?

Our eyes met and Irah actually smiled at me, making my cheeks automatically reddened.

My freaking Donut, how?!