Chapter 99 - Dave, A Pervert?

"What is this?" asked the brown-skinned man who looked like Chris Evans who was standing behind the teacher's desk. All eyes were still on Dave and the girl who slapped him.

The girl turned her gaze towards the front of the class. "This pervert is looking at my chest, sir!"

"Is that true?" asked the teacher who received the complaint.

Dave was still staring sarcastically at the girl next to him who had just slapped his cheek with such hard and unmitigated force.

"I just want to see her name tag."

"Gosh, don't bother making excuses!" interrupted the girl named Dita. "Which thief would admit to being a thief? You pervert!"

Dave did not want to linger arguing with that girl. He chose to remain silent and set his eyes elsewhere. Not getting an explanation she didn't want either, Dita took her bag and walked to the front of the class and then stopped at the front table, right in front of the female student who was staring at Dita in a confused state.

"Earlier in the hall you kept talking about that pervert, right? If you want, you can move to my seat. So you can sit next to the pervert you adore so much."

The female student immediately stood up and half ran. She did it for two reasons. First, because Dita's face is too fierce and looks threatening when she is angry like that. Second, because she had indeed been paying attention to Dave from the moment she first saw him in the Hall.

In fact, maybe only Dita saw Dave in a casual way. While the other girls looked at Dave with awe, Dita was the only one who wasn't interested in it.

The girl who was just kicked out by Dita sat in the chair next to Dave and stretched out her hand, "Hey, I'm Jeanice Ainsley, you can call me Jean."

Dave looked at Jean for a moment then returned his gaze forward. "Dave"

Jean pulled her hand back when she didn't get a handshake from Dave. The girl then smiled wryly and helped direct her gaze at the front of the class like Dave did.

It had not been a minute before they changed seats, a man who was arranging his pens into a pyramid shape but did not succeed, finally gave up what he was trying to do. He turned his head to find Dita sitting beside him. Then his gaze fell to Dita's chest, stopped there for a few moments and suddenly stood up with a raised hand.

"Reporting, sir!" said the man, distracting the class from his attention.

"What else now?" Asked the teacher who hadn't even had the chance to introduce his name from the start he entered this classroom.

The blonde haired man who was said to be natural in color had a face full of seriousness. "There is something that is round, but it is not a melon."

The teacher frowned, "Actually, what do you want to say? Then, what is it, something round but not a melon?"

The man nodded enthusiastically. He also pointed to the chest of Dita who was sitting next to him. "The answer is her chest, sir! It is round, but not a melon."

All the students in the class were choking on something they didn't even know was choking their necks. Many of them dropped their chins as low as they could. Meanwhile, the teacher who stood behind his desk was massaging his forehead with his own fingers, showing an expression of irresistible frustration.

"You ..." the teacher pointed to Dave who sat in the very back seat. "You moved back there, sitting next to ... what's your name again?"

"Dave, sir!" Jean answered, while Dave, the person being questioned, was silent. "Adonis Daveline S! I don't know what the S stands for, but that's his full name, sir!"

"Yes. Dave. You, sit next to Dave."

"I object, sir! I don't want to give my precious chair to someone else!" Jean refused while putting on a pleading face. "Just tell him to sit on the floor, sir! Or you can transfer him to another class, sir!"

Of course, for Jean, being able to get a seat next to Dave was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that she would never give to anyone.

The teacher was increasingly frustrated with the behavior of his students in this class. He hasn't even had time to introduce his name.

"Move quickly, or I will hand you back over to your student council seniors for more guidance?"

Of course, no one wanted to go back to being tortured by the Senior Student Council, including Jean. In the end, Jean decided to give in and took his bag, exchanging seats with the blonde man who had blatantly compared Dita's chest to a melon.

"Oi, I'm Rey Samuel Hendarto." Rey said to Dave, but Dave still showed the same attitude as before. Dave answered the introduction without shaking hands.

"Dave."

Dave was a little surprised when Rey took his hand forcibly and finally they shook hands. Rey flashed a smile at Dave, while Dave frowned.

***

Finally, the introduction by the teacher that should have been done since the beginning, finally began.

"All right, it looks like this morning is quite bright and all of you are also full of enthusiasm, my dear children? Let me introduce myself first. My name is Bramantyo, you can call me Mr. Tyo. Here, I am your homeroom teacher, and the subject I teach is Math."

The students nodded. Now they know the identity of the man who had been standing in front of them.

"Okay, now, we will start the introduction. Maybe, we can start from the very back end, please come to the front of the class to introduce yourself."

Dave got up from his chair and walked to the front of the classroom, ignoring Dita's cynical and hostile gaze.

"Assalamu'alaikum, my name is Adonis Daveline Stockholm, just call me Dave."

Most of them answered the greetings given to them by Dave, but some did not think that the man who had a name that sounded very western was actually a Muslim. Now they knew the identity of the man who had been standing in front of them, the person whom the female students had been talking about from the start that person appeared in the main hall of the school this morning.

"You can mention your age, hobbies, and anything else you want to tell your friends."

After paying attention to what Mr. Tyo said, Dave turned his gaze back to the class. Totally expressionless. The female students who from the start had admired Dave's over-power handsome face slowly began to feel scared because of the intensity of Dave's gaze which was somehow a little intimidating, even though Dave didn't show any expression.

It was Dave's poker-face that made it even more terrifying.

"I'm sixteen years old. The things I don't like, there are many. For the things I like are not too important for you to know. The point is, I just hope that in the future," Dave hung up his sentence and glanced at Dita. "Nobody accuses me of being a pervert, and slaps my face without hearing any explanation before."

Dave turned his gaze to Mr. Tyo. "That's all, sir. Can I return to my seat now?"

"Of course. Thank you for the little introduction."

After Dave sat down, now it was the turn of the person next to him who stepped forward to introduce himself.

"Hey guys, my name is Rey Samuel Hendarto. I am usually called by the people who want to call me. If you don't want to call me it's okay, I won't force you to call me if you don't want to. And why do you call me anyway? I don't like being called. But you can call me Rey. I like basketball, I looove basketball so much, but we're just friends, not dating. Mmm ... I'm Sixteen years old, can't sing. What else can I do? I don't think there's any more. That's all."

Before Rey finished his brief introduction, he stretched out his right hand towards Dita. "By the way, you are soooo beautiful. Do you want to be with me?"

Dita also raised one hand and looked at Mr. Tyo with a look of pain. "Sir, can you transfer me to another class? At a minimum, transfer me to a class where the students are still sane."

"Sorry, but if you want to apply to transfer to another class, you can do it when the semester changes."

Rey drew closer to Dita and put his hands in front of Dita's table then looked seriously at Dita. Reflexively Dita turned her face back as far as possible. However, what Rey said next made everyone dizzy. "But ... It's ... a ... Lie ... "

Rey walked back to his seat and sat there quietly, the expression on his face as if to say that nothing strange had happened.

Mr. Tyo stroked his own chest while exhaling heavily. And the introductions continued.

Now it was Jean's turn to walk to the front of the class and introduce herself. Her smile made the hearts of every man who saw her feel warm and seemed to want to melt. It didn't take long to crown Jean as a queen in the class. Maybe Jean is the prettiest among the first graders of Briston Gal High School.

"Morning, everyone! My name is Jeanice Ainsley, you can call me Jean."

Everyone answered Jean's introduction with the word 'Hi, Jean!'

"Hi!" Jean replied back with a sweet smile. Even just her smile could make her a class idol. "I'm sixteen years old, my hobbies are sports like volleyball, swimming and basketball. I also have the nature to quickly get along with other people, so don't be shy if someone wants to talk to me."

One of the boys in the class whose name was known as Randy raised his hand. "Do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"Mmm… not yet." said Jean, staring sheepishly at Dave. Seeing this made Randy look annoyed at Dave.

"I'm not very smart, so please guide me in the future, I'll be in your care, thank you!" asked Jean, bowing. Jean's attitude made the classroom atmosphere warm. Some even think that Jean is an actress, or at least a celebrity because of her beauty and expertise in public speaking. Everyone welcomed Jean's introduction until Jean returned to sit on her chair.

And now it is Dita's turn to make the last introduction.

When Dita was standing in front of the class, the first thing Dita did was give Dave a defiant look.

Looks like she really doesn't want to let Dave go in the near future.