17 The competition 2

Everyone in the room looked at Isabelle with respect in their eyes. Isabella snorted on seeing their gazes. She always felt uncomfortable under their stares. She would be happy if they rather speak with her rather than stare at her as if she is a new kind of species.

What would these smelly guys achieve staring at her with heated gazes.. Isabella leaned against the chair lazily waiting for her challenger to make his appearance.

The old man said that his second son is difficult to deal with. She wanted to see what kind of trouble maker he is..

The old man also said that his first son is better..

If Isabella knew that the jerk who kissed her is the old man's first son, then she would completely flip out due to rage.

Isabella always wore a loose jacket and covered her face with mask. And, she always altered her voice while speaking. So, everyone mistook her as a slender man.. Also, she always wore red contact lens to add a dangerous vibe to her..

Isabella also felt that this misunderstanding is good as she did not want to draw more attention to herself. She preferred a low key and carefree lifestyle.

" Ahem!" Isabella snapped out of her thoughts on hearing someone clear their voice above her head. She tilted her head and found a pretty boy standing before her. He seemed to be of her age..

Isabella just stared at the kid. He had blonde hair and blue eyes..

Blue eyes.. Isabella remembered the devil who kissed her and she sub-consciously scrunched her eyebrows.

" Erm.. T-that.. are you my tutor?" the teenager before her was flustered on seeing her annoyed expressions and he quickly asked the question which has been weighing on his mind.

" Oh! So, you are that brat.." Isabella spoke in a masculine voice. The boy stiffened on hearing her voice.

'hehe.. mimicry is quite useful..' Isabella danced in her heart but remained indifferent on outside.

" Sit.." Isabella pointed to the chair before her. The boy nodded his head and obediently sat across her. Isabella glanced at her watch and snorted. There are still 15 min before the match starts. She then looked at the nervous kid before her..

Isabella sighed and decided to start a conversation with the kid.

" So, what's your name?" Isabella looked at the boy who is now looking at her with shock on his face. It is clear that he did not expect that she will speak with him.

" Noah.. I am called Noah.." Noah Harris replied with a smug smile on his face. His idol is talking with him. He is sitting along with his idol.It's a dream come true..

Isabella almost laughed out loud on seeing the smug smile on his face. This kid is cute..

" Hmm.. So, get ready to learn math from me" Isabella looked at him with amusement as the smile on his face slowly faded and is replaced with a pale expression.

" Kiddo.. Math is not as difficult as you think.." Isabella looked into his eyes " With me as your tutor, your view on math will be changed."

Noah Harris still looked at his idol with an expression of disbelief.

" You should never underestimate me.." Isabella smirked.

" All right.." Noah nodded but he suddenly stopped in middle.. ' Why am I accepting defeat? The match hadn't even begun at..'

" No, I will accept only after losing to you.." Isabella raised her brows on hearing his words. This kid had some guts..

" All the best Noah.." Isabella stood up and made her way towards the white wall " It's time we begin.."

Isabella and Noah stood before the walls. A ladder and a carton containing the sprays are placed before them.

Everyone assembled around them as no one want to miss this competition. Rumours are that the conquerors style of art will leave anyone captivated.

Those who already saw Isabella's skills are eager to see the miracle again whereas those who did not see earlier are waiting in anticipation..