Chapter 5 LITTLE MISS DUCK.

VAUGHN.

Ten minutes into this class and I can still feel Velora’s glare burning into my skin. 

She took the seat directly behind me to taunt me but I guess I deserved it. 

Right…..

Because I disturbed her attempt at PDA with Bernie the ‘small’.

She probably has no taste in men and now she wants to ruin my image with Bernie the small. 

Don’t take this the wrong way… she can display pda with any guy she wants but at least. It should be someone they can compare with me when people find out later that we’re engaged. 

I don’t enjoy the engagement but at least. Letting people know about it will make guys avoid her. 

Hahaha. I so much love this arrangement. 

This isn’t jealousy. Nope. It’s more than that. This is deep planning. This is cockblocking and embarrassing Velora totally. 

I took the risk of turning back to get a clear view of her expression and she looked exactly like what I had pictured. A pissed off duck. 

My laugh was smothered to a snort of pain when she kicked my seat so hard, the pain drove up to my spine and then that fucker had the guts to smile. 

I considered doing the same back to her but she was on heels today. Wouldn’t want her spraining her ankle and letting Bernie the small carry her out. ‘Out of courtesy’.

Instead… I made a paper plane and wrote ‘little wifey’ on it to smite her. 

I folded the paper into a plane and threw it at her just as it got stuck in her well made hair and she dragged it out so fast it ruffled up the arranged hair. 

The whole class burst out laughing. 

Nice one Vaughn. 

2 points to Vaughn. And none to Velora and her stupid Bernie the small pda partner. Oh wait… they can’t be pda partners anymore if the world knows we’re engaged. An announcement that will be made soon. 

I turned back to smirk at her just when she pulled on her own hair with her hands and placed mine on her head. 

That little shit turned to the business professor and screams “Vaugh, ouch!” 

And guess what. 

We were both asked to take a walk.