Helanie:
"Sorry, say that again? I guess the wind distorted your words, and I heard something ridiculous," I said, refusing to believe what I'd just heard. It had to be the wind.
"Do you want me to spell it out for you?" he asked, a smirk plastered across his face. "K-I-S-S me."
In that moment, I realized he wasn't lying when he said he was shameless. He was as bold as they come.
"You—you're being—" I stuttered, trying to avoid his gaze. How could he say something like that so casually, with not even a hint of shame?
"Me, what?" he teased, forcing me to glance at him for a brief second before looking away again.
"I'm serious, Helanie. Either you do that, or—" his voice dropped, turning colder, "I'll expel all these students for disrespecting my mother by using her guesthouse as a club."
His words hit me like a punch, and I quickly turned to face him, my fear evident.