What's Wrong with Miss Bratty?

"What do you need?!" Tiffany asked irritably, narrowing her eyes at Andrew.

"I need you," he replied, flashing a teasing grin. Yvienna bit her lip, trying to suppress her laughter.

"Stop teasing me! Go away!" Tiffany shouted, glaring at him.

"Ouch! You're hurting me, love," Andrew said, feigning pain. Yvienna couldn't hold it in anymore and grinned at their banter. Tiffany noticed and shot her a warning look. In response, Yvienna quickly pretended to look disgusted.

"Love?! Do you want a punch?!" Tiffany snapped, her irritation growing.

"Hey! Stop it!" Yvienna said, laughing. Tiffany shot Andrew another sharp glare before dragging Yvienna away.

As they walked, Yvienna glanced at Tiffany, who was clearly fuming.

"That guy…" Tiffany hissed under her breath.

"It's okay. I can tell he has feelings for you," Yvienna teased with a smirk.

"What?! Stop with that nonsense," Tiffany replied, her tone exasperated.

"Okay," Yvienna said with a mischievous smile, clearly enjoying her friend's reaction.

Yvienna and Tiffany shared the same class schedule, something Yvienna found comforting. It made her day even more exciting when she noticed that Kyle's schedule often aligned with hers too.

Later, as the day ended, they walked toward the university gates.

"Oh, Bestie, I'm heading home now," Tiffany said, smiling.

"Okay, bye!" Yvienna replied, waving as Tiffany got into her car. She kept waving until the car was out of sight.

Taking a deep breath, Yvienna pulled out her phone to text her driver. As she slipped her phone back into her bag, she heard approaching footsteps. Looking up, she saw Kyle walking on the opposite side of the hall, headphones in and phone in hand.

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend…" Yvienna mused aloud. On a whim, she opened her phone's camera and aimed it at him. Just as she tapped the screen, her phone's flash went off.

"Shit," she muttered. Kyle glanced at her with a knowing smirk.

"I didn't take a picture of you," Yvienna lied, her face heating up.

"Really? Don't be shy. I can give you my photos if you want," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

"For your information, I don't need your photos. I accidentally opened my flashlight!" she snapped.

"It's not dark. Why would you need your flashlight?" he countered, still smirking.

"You don't care! You're such a jerk!" she said, rolling her eyes.

Kyle shook his head, the smirk never leaving his face, as he walked away toward a waiting car. Yvienna pretended to scroll through her phone, trying to brush off the encounter.

That evening, as she lay in bed, the scene replayed in her head.

"Ugh! I'm so dumb!" she groaned, burying her face in a pillow. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Señorita, dinner is ready," Yaya Mirna called from the hallway.

"Okay, coming!" Yvienna replied, forcing herself out of bed.

After dinner and her skincare routine, Yvienna settled back into bed, still feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

The next morning, she woke up to her alarm and prepared for another day at the university. Upon arriving, she noticed a message from Tiffany saying she wouldn't be attending due to feeling unwell.

Shrugging it off, Yvienna entered the building. As she was about to climb the stairs, she spotted a familiar figure.

"Oh, the bitch. What's she doing here?" Yvienna muttered under her breath.

"Excuse me!" Cassandra said sarcastically, trying to shove past her. Yvienna sidestepped swiftly, causing Cassandra to trip and stumble.

"You're so dumb!" Yvienna laughed.

"How dare you! We're not done yet!" Cassandra yelled as she stormed off. Yvienna smirked and continued up the stairs.

Inside the classroom, she spotted an empty seat and headed for it, only to find Kyle rushing ahead and claiming it first. He placed his bag on the chair beside him.

"Hey!" Yvienna said, pointing at the seat. "I want to sit here."

Kyle didn't budge.

"Hey! Are you deaf? I said I want to sit here!" she snapped.

Kyle looked surprised as Yvienna, fed up, grabbed his bag and tossed it to the floor before sitting down.

"Hey! Put it back!" he demanded.

"You have hands. Get it yourself," she retorted.

Kyle grumbled as he picked up his bag.

"Look! Now my bag's dirty," he complained.

"Do I look like I care?" Yvienna shot back.

The two were so engrossed in their petty argument that they failed to notice the professor entering the room.

"Are you two done disrupting the class?" the professor asked, his stern voice breaking through their bickering.

Yvienna and Kyle froze, embarrassed.

"Mr. Zamora, since you seem so eager to speak, stand up and answer this: What are the five types of pronouns?" the professor said, glaring at Kyle.

Kyle hesitated, clearly at a loss for words. Yvienna, sensing his discomfort, straightened up and spoke confidently.

"The five types of pronouns are interrogative, which are used to ask questions, such as 'who,' 'where,' and 'why.' Possessive pronouns show ownership, like 'mine,' 'yours,' and 'ours.' Reflexive pronouns are used when the subject and object are the same, such as 'myself' and 'herself.' Reciprocal pronouns indicate shared actions between two or more people, like 'each other' and 'one another.' Finally, demonstrative pronouns point to specific things or people, such as 'this,' 'that,' 'these,' and 'those.'"

The room fell silent as the other students stared at her, impressed. Yvienna shrugged nonchalantly, pretending it was no big deal.