You're Making Me Crazy, Professor [COMPLETED]

"Out of all people, why are you the one fetching me? Interested in me, Miss?" I teased her, a playful lilt in my voice.

"I didn't know Athena had such a feeler sister," she said, a hint of disdain in her voice.

"I'm not feeler, Miss. Everyone likes me," I retorted, a mischievous grin forming on my lips.

I leaned back in the passenger seat, arms crossed, feeling completely at ease as I watched her reaction from the corner of my eye. I wanted to tease her more, to see that annoyed expression on her face again. It was entertaining— addictive, even.

"Everyone might like you," she repeated, her tone cold and unyielding, "but don't include me. You're nothing more to me than Athena's younger sister."

Her words were like a slap—sharp and calculated, meant to hit where it hurt. But they didn’t break me. No, if anything, they only fueled the fire inside me. Her rejection wasn’t a wall; it was a challenge. And I had never been one to back down from a challenge. The colder she became, the more intrigued I was.

"D'yan talaga nagsisimula lahat, alam moba 'yon?" I said, smirking as I leaned in slightly, my face close to hers. I kept my tone playful, but there was a hint of flirtation in it—intentional, deliberate.

She immediately responded, not even bothering to look at me. "Get out of the car." Her voice was flat and emotionless, and at the same time, she pulled the car to the side of the road and parked.

For a second, I blinked, surprised she actually did it.

"Gosh, I'm just joking around," I said quickly, trying to soften the tension before she seriously kicked me out. Baka totoo'ng pababain niya talaga ako. Her expression didn’t change though—still stern, still unreadable.

"Keep saying nonsense and I'll be the one to push you out of this car," she added, her voice dangerously low. It wasn’t a loud threat, but it didn’t have to be. The way she said it—calm, cold, and precise—was enough to send a chill down my spine.

"Harsh," I whispered under my breath, turning my gaze to the window, pretending to sulk. But deep inside, I was more intrigued than ever.

This girl— Miss Sanchez— was unlike anyone I’d ever met. She wasn’t impressed by me, not swayed by my charm like everyone else.

Her attitude wasn’t just "hard-to-get." No, it was something else entirely—like a fortress I wanted to tear down, brick by brick. She was unpredictable, captivating, and fiercely guarded. It made her irresistible.

So I stayed quiet for the rest of the ride. Tahimik lang ako sa sasakyan, baka hindi ako makauwi ng ligtas kapag nag-ingay pa ako. I could tell she was serious. She wasn’t one to bluff.

The silence between us stretched, tense but oddly electric. I kept sneaking glances at her as she drove—her grip on the wheel steady, her eyes fixed on the road, jaw tight. She was beautiful when she was annoyed, even if she looked like she wanted to kill me.

After what felt like forever, we finally pulled up in front of my house. The familiar gate and well-kept lawn came into view, and a sense of relief washed over me—though I’d never admit it out loud.

"Get out," she said flatly, not even looking at me as she spoke.

"Thank you, Miss. I like the way you drive, but do you know that I'm good at driving too?" I said, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my lips as I reached for the door handle. I couldn’t help myself. Teasing her was becoming my favorite pastime.

"I didn't ask," she replied sharply, her irritation palpable.

"Try riding me in bed, Miss. I'll show you how good I am," sabi ko sabay kindat.