What's Wrong with Miss Bratty?

Yvienna sat in her seat, absentmindedly listening to the professor as he discussed the day's lesson. Her thoughts were drifting when the door suddenly creaked open, pulling her attention back to the room. She gasped, her eyes widening as she saw Kyle walk in, his usual confidence emanating from every step he took. Without hesitation, he walked directly toward her seat.

A nervous knot tightened in her stomach, and her breath hitched as he sat down beside her. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, barely able to hide the surprise in her voice. Kyle glanced at her with a smirk, his lips curling slightly. 

"I want to sit beside the beauty, though I'll punish you for what happened earlier," he hissed in a low, teasing tone. Yvienna's eyes shifted to her best friend, Tiffany, who was watching the interaction with wide eyes. Tiffany bit her lower lip nervously, glancing between Yvienna and Kyle before quickly looking away. 

"Argh, this girl," Yvienna muttered under her breath. Tiffany's flustered reaction never failed to amuse her.

Yvienna was startled when she felt a light tap on her foot. She glanced down and saw Kyle's foot brushing against hers. Confused, she looked up at him, but he quickly turned his gaze to the front, as if nothing had happened.

Her brows furrowed, and she sighed, trying to ignore it. But the feeling of his foot pressing against hers again made her stiffen in irritation. He was trying to provoke her. She glanced at him, her annoyance growing as he once again turned his head away, pretending to be innocent. The nerve of him!

She shook her head in disbelief and focused back on the professor. Just as she thought it would end, Kyle kicked her foot again. The audacity! 

"Stop it," Yvienna whispered sharply, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. But no sooner had she returned her attention to the professor than she felt it again—a swift, deliberate kick. That's it!

"Stop!" she finally shouted, her voice ringing through the room.

Her face flushed bright red as her professor and the entire class turned to stare at her. The sudden attention left her feeling like she could sink into the floor. 

"What is your problem, Ms. Mendoza?" their professor asked, his expression a mix of surprise and mild annoyance. 

"Nothing, Sir. I'm sorry," Yvienna muttered quickly, her voice small and apologetic. Their professor shook his head, his stern expression softening as he returned to the lesson. Yvienna could feel Kyle's gaze on her, and when she turned, she saw the glint of amusement in his eyes. He chuckled softly, making her blood boil even more.

"You fool," she muttered under her breath, casting him a sideways glance.

Kyle grinned, sticking his tongue out at her, and she rolled her eyes. He was insufferable. The next few minutes passed with tense silence, but Yvienna wasn't finished yet. As soon as Kyle kicked her foot again, she couldn't take it anymore. Without thinking, she kicked his foot back, her irritation flaring. Kyle kicked her again in response, and without missing a beat, she returned the gesture. They were in a ridiculous foot-kicking battle when suddenly, someone shouted from the front.

"What are you two doing, Ms. Mendoza and Mr. Zamora?!" their professor's voice boomed. Yvienna froze, and Kyle looked sheepish for the first time that day. 

"N-nothing, Sir," Yvienna stammered, anxiety rising in her chest. 

"Nothing?!" their professor snapped, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "You're distracting my class and causing a ruckus! And you're going to tell me 'nothing'?!" He slammed his hand onto the desk, the sound making the entire room go quiet.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Yvienna quickly apologized, her face flushed with embarrassment. Their professor glared at both of them for a long, tense moment before he finally spoke again, his voice calmer, but still stern. 

"No need to apologize. I'll forgive you... but only if you can answer this very difficult question." Yvienna blinked, caught off guard, but quickly regained her composure. The question was about algebra, and algebra was something she was good at. In fact, it was easy for her.

She stood up, confidently walking to the front of the classroom. Grabbing the marker, she wrote the answer quickly, her hand steady as she solved the equation. Within two minutes, she was done. She turned to face the class, her eyes scanning the room. She didn't understand why everyone was staring at her with such wide eyes. The answer had been so simple—why were they so surprised? Had they taken longer to solve it? She couldn't tell.

Yvienna shrugged, handing the marker back to the professor with a satisfied smile.

"Bravo, Ms. Mendoza! I'm so proud of you!" their professor exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine praise. 

"Thank you," Yvienna said with a soft smile, returning to her seat. As she sat back down, she leaned over and pinched Kyle's cheek playfully. She rolled her eyes as she did so, "Say thank you. I saved you." Kyle grumbled, a scowl on his face.

"Whatever," Yvienna smirked in satisfaction and turned her attention back to their professor, feeling the tension between them ease.

When class finally ended, Yvienna felt a rush of relief. She quickly gathered her things, eager to go home. 

"Let's go?" she asked Tiffany, her best friend, who was already standing and waiting for her. "Come on!" Tiffany replied with enthusiasm, falling into step beside her as they walked out of the room together. As they moved through the hallways, Tiffany suddenly glanced at her, a mischievous glint in her eye. 

"You were amazing earlier," she said, a teasing smile forming on her lips. "I wonder what happens between you two?"

Yvienna scoffed, rolling her eyes. "He's getting on my nerves, okay? He kicked my foot multiple times today. I think he's crazy." Tiffany burst out laughing, unable to contain her amusement. 

"Yeah, he's crazy." Yvienna turned to her, narrowing her eyes playfully. "You think so?" "Yeah," Tiffany said, her voice still laced with laughter. "He's crazy... because of you!" 

Yvienna couldn't help but laugh, but she playfully slapped Tiffany on the head. "That's not funny," she said, walking a little faster, her feet quickening to leave her best friend behind. 

"Hey! I'm just kidding! Wait for me!" Tiffany called, chasing after her.

Yvienna stopped and turned, her expression half-annoyed, half-amused. "It's not a good joke," she said, her lips twitching into a smile. 

"Hahaha, okay, okay!" Tiffany laughed, catching up with her. When they reached the gate, Yvienna saw her driver waiting in the car. 

"Bye! I'm going now!" Yvienna waved her hand at Tiffany, the gesture light but filled with affection. 

"Okay! Take care!" Tiffany waved back, her face warm with a fond smile. Yvienna kissed her cheek before walking toward the car, feeling the relief of being done with the day's classes.

The car ride was peaceful, and soon, Yvienna was home. She entered the house, climbing the stairs to her room. Her mind wandered to Kyle again. That stupid man! Why was he always so irritating? She lies down on her bed, sighing heavily. Did he have a crush on her?

The thought caught her off guard, and she touched her cheeks as warmth spread over them. Oh no! Why was she even thinking about that? She shook her head, trying to dispel the thought.

"Aish! Stop it!" she muttered, slapping her face lightly in frustration. "Ouch!" she yelped, her hand stinging from the impact. She paused, shaking her head at her foolishness.

 "You're so stupid, self!" she chastised herself under her breath. Standing up, she locked her door and quickly stripped out of her clothes, heading for the bathroom to shower. When she finished, she brushed her teeth and dressed before sitting in front of her vanity.

She looked at herself in the mirror, combing her hair with a smile. "I'm so pretty," she whispered to herself. With a satisfied sigh, she tied her hair into a ponytail and went downstairs. 

"Yaya! I want food! Faster!" she called out, her voice loud and commanding, as usual. "Yes, Señorita," the housekeeper replied, hurrying to prepare her meal. Yvienna settled onto the couch, remote in hand. The TV flickered on, and she stretched lazily, sinking into the cushions.

Her meal came quickly—her favorite slice of cake and a refreshing glass of juice. The taste was even better than she expected. 

"Yummy!" she exclaimed, savoring the sweetness. After finishing her meal, she lay back on the couch, feeling full and content. She turned off the TV, ready to close her eyes and relax. But then, his face appeared in her mind. Kyle's face. Why was she thinking about him now?

Her heart began to race, and she quickly sat up, touching her chest.

"What the heck is happening to me?" she whispered to herself, confused and overwhelmed by the rush of emotions. Her mind was spinning, and all she could do was shake her head, unsure of what was going on.