FOREVER IN LOVE

Chapter 4. Demi god

I was focused on my drawing when the classroom erupted into screams and cheers. Alex and Bangchan had walked in, and it seemed like every girl in the room had lost their minds. "Alex, look at me!" "Bangchan, be my husband!" The chatter was deafening, and I couldn't help but glance up to see what all the fuss was about.

Bangchan smiled and took a seat next to a girl, while Alex stood by the door, staring at his phone. My gaze met his for a brief moment, and I felt a flutter in my chest. But I quickly looked away, focusing on my drawing once more.

The girls continued to call out to Alex, trying to get his attention. I raised my head to see him standing beside me, his eyes fixed on the empty seat next to mine. "Excuse me," he said coldly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I shifted my legs to make room for him, and he sat down beside me. I could feel the jealous eyes of the other girls on me, and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Having the "demi-god" sitting next to me was definitely going to be what they can die for

The teacher tried to regain the class's attention, saying, "Class, let's listen." However, some girls couldn't help but sneak glances at Alex, who was sitting beside me. I glanced at him, only to find him face down on his seat, engrossed in his phone.

I tried to focus on the board, but my senses were overwhelmed by his manly scent. It was intoxicating, and I found myself stealing glances at him. When I did, I caught him looking at my sketchbook. Before I could react, he took it frkm the seat and began to examine my drawing without even sparing me a glance

as I was about to feel uncomfortable, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Alex stood up immediately, and I shifted to let him pass. He drop my book than walked out of the classroom , leaving me feeling both intrigued and bewildered by his enigmatic presence.

As he stepped out of the classroom, a swarm of girls descended upon me, their eyes fixed on my drawing book with an unnerving intensity. "Give me that book!" one of them demanded, her voice shrill with excitement. "No, give me my husband's book!" another chimed in, her words dripping with possessiveness.

I clutched my book tightly, a surge of protectiveness coursing through me. "No, it's mine!" I protested, trying to edge away from the pack. But they were relentless, their laughter and shouts escalating into a cacophony as they chased me down the hallway.

My heart racing, I sprinted up the stairs, the sound of their footsteps echoing behind me. I burst through the door to the rooftop, the cool breeze a welcome respite from the chaos below. But I knew I wasn't safe yet – I could still hear the girls pounding up the stairs, their determination unwavering.

Spotting a door marked "No Entry" on the left, I darted inside, holding my breath as I listened to the girls' voices grow fainter. "Where did she go?" one of them muttered, her frustration palpable. "She's not here," another girl replied, her tone dismissive. "Let's go – we'll catch her later!"

The footsteps receded, and I let out a sigh of relief, my heart still pounding in my chest.

I waited patiently in my hiding place, counting down the minutes until the school day ended. Who would've thought a simple drawing book would cause such chaos? I wondered who had put up the "No Entry" sign on the door. Was it a maintenance worker, a teacher, or someone else entirely? The mystery was intriguing, but I didn't have time to ponder it further. Two hours had passed, and I was starting to feel restless. My legs were getting stiff, and my stomach was growling.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly retreated back into the shadows. The footsteps stopped right outside my hiding spot. A male voice called out, "Who's there?" That voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Was it a teacher, a classmate, or someone I'd met before? I strained my memory, but it remained elusive.

I held my breath, praying he wouldn't come in to check. The footsteps drew closer, and I prepared for the worst. My palms grew sweaty, and my mind racing, I thought of all the possible scenarios. Just as he was about to open the door, his phone rang. He answered it, and to my relief, his footsteps retreated as he walked away.

"Yeah, I'm on my way," I heard him say into the phone. "I'll meet you at the entrance." His voice faded into the distance, and I let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the unexpected interruption. I waited for a few more minutes, listening to ensure he was truly gone. Finally, I cautiously emerged from my hiding place, stretching my stiff limbs and taking a deep breath.