Sweet Seduction

Book 1: Chapter 4

Angela’s POV

The next morning, I got up and got ready for school, even though I still had a slight headache from the chaotic dinner the night before.

Mom was still in her room, probably sleeping—I guess. And I was certain my soon-to-be stepfather had left already. I stepped out of the house and took a cab to school.

Upon arriving at school, the school’s principal informed me that I passed the entrance examination and my homeroom teacher will show me to my classroom. I wasn't excited because it's not a new thing to me to pass my exams, after all, I always cheat.

Though I wasn't really sure about myself since I haven't found the student that caught me cheating yesterday. I need to find him and beg him not to report me.

My homeroom teacher, Mr. Dennis walked me to my class and after the chorus greeting, he introduced me to the entire class as the new transfer student.

“Angela, meet Caleb,” the teacher said, pointing to a guy seated near the window. “He's the class president, so if you need anything or you want to make enquiries about anything, you can simply reach out to him, okay?” He added with a welcoming smile.

I nodded my head softly as I lifted my head up to look at who he was pointing to, but my blood suddenly froze the moment I set my eyes on him.

It was him.

The same guy from the window yesterday, the same one that saw me cheating and walked away with a straight face.

My chest tightened and a cold sweat ran down my spine. What were the odds? Why did it have to be him?

I looked away quickly, pretending to adjust my bag, but my fingers were shaking.

The moment we locked eyes, he didn't even blink, he just kept staring at me with the same unreadable expression as yesterday.

For a second, it was as if I couldn't breathe, or my airways were blocked.

I quickly looked down. My palms were already sweaty. I couldn't breathe right.

“Come-on, say hi to everyone.” Mr. Dennis urged me with an encouraging nod.

I hesitated for a while before bowing my head slightly to greet the entire class, but I didn't even utter a word, I couldn't—I was dumbfounded. I can't believe my class president caught me cheating on my first day at school.

I quietly took the window seat right in front of Caleb, my hands and legs trembling as I slid into the chair.

I could feel his eyes on my back the whole time. I couldn't relax. My neck itched from the tension, and I didn’t dare turn back.

For some reason, I just wanted to disappear.

He didn't say a word to me until it was closing hour and he stormed out of the class like he didn't see me at all.

I followed him immediately and walked behind him, slow and hesitant, unsure how to approach him and start explaining myself to him.

Caleb took a turn off the hallway and I instantly followed him, I never knew he was about to corner me.

I didn't know he noticed that I've been stalking him.

The moment I took the turn off the hallway too, someone suddenly grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me against the wall.

I gasped sharply. My heart was racing. The moment I saw his face, I panicked.

It was Caleb.

My breath hitched. My heart jumped to my throat as a strong hand yanked me back, and I suddenly froze.

“Shh—” he whispered as he used his palm to cover my mouth so I wouldn't scream.

I suddenly became sweaty all over my face, the closer I got to him, the more I realized Caleb isn't just handsome, damn, he's a hook.

“Why are you following me?” He murmured, his palm was still pressed on my mouth as he let his fullness press me hard against the wall.

My chest was heaving, and I couldn’t move. His body was too close—too warm. It confused the hell out of me.

I could feel his breath on my face. My knees felt weak. My thoughts were a mess.

I tried to speak, but I couldn't because he had his palm pressed against my mouth.

“Don't you dare scream.” He mumbled as he slowly lifted his palm off my mouth.

I gasped, “Please, don't report me…” I blurted immediately. “Don't tell anyone about what you saw yesterday.” I added pleadingly.

He scoffed, “You? I don’t care enough to report you,” he said. “You're not even worth my attention.”

The words stung harder than I expected. A tiny part of me wanted to fight back, another part was just relieved.

I wasn’t sure if I should be angry at what he said or just let it go. But then it hit me—it’s actually a good thing that I’m not worth his attention. It means he probably won’t bother reporting me. Perfect!

He leaned in, eyes cold, “A new student cheating on her first day? Bluff!” He laughed bitterly and shoved me aside to walk away.

But just as he was about to walk away, he suddenly noticed a girl walking toward us—tall, pretty, curvy, with flawless skin that couldn’t be ignored.

I didn't know the relationship between the approaching student and Caleb, but I was shocked when Caleb suddenly pulled me back into his arms and pressed his lips against mine.

My eyes widened. I didn’t know whether to push him or just melt. My body betrayed me.

He didn’t stop there—he began kissing me softly, like we were two lovers straight out of a dark romance novel.

His lips were soft on mine, but the moment was wrong. Everything about it felt like fire and confusion.

I froze and my eyes widened in shock. For a moment, I couldn’t even feel my own lips.

Is this really happening? Is this a joke?

I could feel her stare like heat on my skin. I knew what she was thinking. I knew how I looked to her.

Could she be his ex? I wondered.

The only reason a guy would put on a show like this in front of another girl had to be one of two things—either she’s his ex and he wants to make her jealous, or he’s just trying to get her attention.

I felt the girl's eyes on us as she hissed her way past us.

It was as if my entire body went numb, my mind blanked out like my entire memory was being wiped out.

It was only after the girl walked past us that I came back to my senses, snapping back to reality. I jerked away from him and shoved him back like his touch burned.

I wiped my lips quickly. My face burned with shame. What just happened?

Without warning, I slapped him hard on the face, and his face instantly swung to the other side due to the force I applied on the slap.

My palm burned and my breathing was wild. I really didn’t plan to slap him—but my body acted on its own.

My hands started to shake on their own and my heart pounded loudly in my chest.

He grabbed his reddened cheek and looked at me with disgust in his eyes.

“What the hell is wrong with you? What was that for?” I yelled angrily.

He smirked and laughed bitterly, shrugging off the slap as if I hadn't hit him hard enough and it didn't move him. His hair was scattered all over his face, now covering half his forehead and eyes, and the way it framed his features, giving him a ruggedly handsome look that seemed almost too savage and hot.

Damn it. Why does he have to look even hotter when he’s being an asshole?

He leaned forward, “We're even now. That was the price for keeping your little cheating secret, newbie.” He sneered and walked off—leaving me stunned, embarrassed, and furious.

My mouth dropped. I felt humiliated. I stood there, speechless, like a fool.

I couldn't move, I was shocked.

Is this how things are done here? You kiss a girl you don't even know just to make some other lady jealous?

How crazy!

As he walked away, I turned and noticed other girls hovering around him but he snubbed them all.

I rolled my eyes. If only they knew what just happened. He’s not charming—he’s a player.

With the way I'm seeing things right now, Caleb seems not to be just the class president, he might also be the school's bad boy and heartbreaker and girls drool over him.

I can't just imagine it—how girls started to giggle and smile softly among themselves as he walked past them. He barely paid attention to any of them though.

I adjusted my school uniform and angrily stormed out of the school—back home. I can't believe tomorrow is Saturday and also my mom's wedding day.

Like for real, mom is getting married to Dr. Rookie? My abortion doctor?

No, this can't happen. I can't let it happen.

I don’t care how happy she looks or how sweet he pretends to be. I know the truth. And the truth is poison.

I won’t sit back and watch Mom marry the man who once touched me. This has to stop.

Oh hell!