The Billionaire's Sassy Girl

Chapter 5

AAMNA POV'S

He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each student before continuing.

"Before we begin, if you know you're not supposed to be in this class, please leave. I have the list of registered students and carry-overs with me. If you don't want to be embarrassed, it's best you exit now." The class erupted into a murmur as a few students got up to leave. He allowed a few minutes to pass before the room fell silent again.

"Good. Sorry about the inconvenience. As you all know, my name is Adeel Nur, and I'll be teaching you Classical Drama from Aeschylus to Shakespeare. However, before we dive in, I need to lay down some ground rules. Anyone who disobeys them will be asked to leave." His voice was firm and authoritative, with a hint of warning.

This man didn't seem like someone to be trifled with – his demeanor commanded respect, and his tone left no room for doubt.

"First, do not make noise in my class. I'm extremely sensitive to noise, which is why you were given a one-hour break to chat and do whatever you want before my class. I won't tolerate any noise or prattle. Second, switch off your phone or put it on silent mode. Third, if you want to ask questions or contribute to the discussion, raise your hand and wait for permission to speak," he instructed, his voice firm.

I scoffed, annoyed by his strict and rigid attitude. Rolling my eyes, I leaned back in my chair, tuning out his lecture.

"Sit straight when I'm teaching," he added, his gaze falling on me.

"Seriously?" I retorted, my voice laced with sarcasm, as I sat up straight. The entire class turned to look at me again, and Jalilah nudged me, trying to caution me. I shrugged at her, unimpressed.

"Let me clarify a few things. If it's 11:15 a.m., no one is allowed to enter my class. If I'm 30 minutes late, everyone is free to leave and attend to their personal business. Also, take note that everything I say in class is important, and you won't receive any handouts so any definitions during the exam as long is part of the question is accepted. After each lesson, there will be an assignment that must be submitted via my email: nuradeel@gmail.com." he stand up and write it on the board.

Damn he has a good handwriting. I roll my eyes at my thoughts, while everyone write it down quickly.

"Today, we'll just be covering introductions and some course outlines, which I'll dictate for your benefit so you can read ahead. Before we begin, I have a list of 30 students, including 10 carry-over students. I need the class representative to tear out a sheet of paper and write down the attendance."

"We don't have a class representative yet," I replied, annoyed by his lecturing and bossy tone.

"What did I say about raising your hand before answering?" he asked, his expression stern.

"But this doesn't require permission," I responded, not seeing the need for formalities.

"This should be the second time you've disobeyed me, young lady," he said, his voice firm.

"But I didn't do anything yet," I protested.

"You've broken the rule I just laid down, and that's enough," he replied, his gaze piercing.

I frowned, feeling my temper rise, but before I could explode, Jalilah grasped my arm, holding me back. I looked at her, rolled my eyes, and turned away. The class proceeded to choose a representative, and to my surprise, they chose me as the assistant representative

"Am...' Adeel Nur's frown deepened, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was looking at me like that. Then I recall his rules, I raised my hand, and he nodded for me to speak. "There's no shitty ways I'm accepting this s**t," I said bluntly.

"LANGUAGE," he corrected curtly, walking around the class, his eyes scanning the room.

"Whatever, but take that crap – I'm not doing it, and that's final,' I said, my tone firm.

"Your words are indecent," Professor Nur replied, his expression stern. Suddenly, my phone began to ring, and I quickly silenced it, "Whose phone is that?" he asked, his voice loud and authoritative. The class remained silent. "Don't make me repeat myself," he warned.

"Me," I admitted reluctantly.

"Get out," he ordered, his voice cold.

"It was a mistake," I tried to explain, but he cut me off.

"Get out. This is your third mistake," he said, standing in front of me, his eyes blazing with annoyance.

I looked him straight in the eye, picked up my bag, and stood up. We both seemed angry, but our anger manifested differently – his tall frame towering over me.

"And the first is at the mall, huh?" I whispered, my voice barely audible to anyone but him.

"You lack manners," he replied, his voice dripping with disdain.

"And I hate rich people," I shot back, my phone ringing again.

I walked past him, answering the call. "Hey," I said into the phone, feeling his eyes on me. "Come pick me up, university," I instructed my friend, already walking out from the classroom.

I deliberately did that.