Bates Motel Teacher Novels & Stories

classes didn't start earlier that day because of the passing of a teacher. Shane Walker didn't see a point to it, the whole mourning period which had been assigned on behalf of the teacher. every day someone was dying in this school, it had become such a regularity that no one seemed affected anymore. not that the people here cared about anyone but themselves. psychopaths. all of them were psychopaths.

I opened the door, hurrying inside with my dick still in my hands. She turned, nearly saw me or so I thought. The door creaks open, another female teacher enters the gym room. I duck at once, heart pounding, stroking faster as I stay hidden. “Belle, are you in here?” her fellow co teacher asked as she entered the wash room. “Yes, I'm taking my bath,” Belle replies. Then the teacher informs Bella that she will be going home immediately as she has something to do at home. “Ok, just drop the notes on my desk in the office,” Bella replies, “I'll look at them today before I go home.

Metzger "I apologize for being late, Ms. Metzger. I had to pick up some paperwork at the office. I have a written excuse from the principal," offered Mitchell as he burst into the room. "I'm...." "I know very well who you are, Mr. Kays. Your fame precedes you. So, I'm going to have the pleasure of Christine Leonard and Mitchell Kays in my homeroom this year, after all? In all honesty, I'm looking forward to this year. I've been a teacher here for twenty years now, and somehow, I think this'll be a very remarkable year. We even have our self-appointed class videographer in this room, don't we, Theodore Tymen, I’ll have the best class or the troublemaker class this year."

I tap my chest and he nods. "Well Mr. Calvin Bates instructed us to bring you to his office now" "Calvin Bates?"she widens her eyes. "Like the Calvin Bates, the richest man in the country?" Her eyes are as wide as saucers. He's not even that great. I roll my eyes. "Excuse me? " Peyton says, giving that "I'm gonna die"face. The other one furrows his eyebrow together before turning back to me.

Chapter One: The Students I knew I was in trouble the moment Luca Baines walked into my office. Twenty-four, all lean muscle and cocky grin, wearing shorts that showed off legs built for running. He dropped into the chair across from my desk like he owned the place. “So you’re the guy with the six-month waiting list,” he said. I kept my face neutral. Professional. “Mr. Baines. You’re here for driving lessons.” “Call me Luca.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “And yeah. My manager says I need to learn before I kill myself on that motorcycle.”

The teacher arrived shortly after, an older woman named Mrs. Rae who was known for being both fair and too tired to deal with teenage drama. She glanced around the room, took attendance without so much as commenting on Ava’s absence, and started her lecture on pack law with her usual dry tone.

Vinorca Jona POV Everyone stood up in class, me and Amanda included. “Good morning, sir.” “Settle down, please.” Chairs scraped and murmurs faded as everyone sat. The teacher’s broad back filled the front of the room, shoulders squared, his hand moving across the board in clean, confident strokes. “I’m your new teacher, Masen Kato.” The sound of his name hit me like a jolt. Masen? My pulse stuttered. Is he the same man who helped me yesterday?

She could already see the defeat I had faced in my eyes. “You're late to class, Maisie,” the teacher commented as I put my weight on my chair. “Mr Carter needed me for a…” I said my excuse but was interrupted by Betsy who said, “She deserves to be punished. Low lives like her should not be wasting a dime from their scholarships.”

Real pain. Like hearing me say it physically hurt him. For a second neither of us speaks. Neither of us moves. Then a teacher steps into the hallway. “Why are you two still out here?” The moment shatters instantly. Reality rushes back in. The whispers. The school. The audience. Everything. Beckett clears his throat. “Going back to class.” The teacher narrows her eyes suspiciously before continuing down the hall. I look at Beckett one last time. And God. He still looks wrecked.

They were at it till late in the afternoon when TB came back with reports for Sean, he told him to watch Athena and left to take a few calls. Athena looked at TB tiredly and he smiled in pity at her, “sorry, been there. During my time, he told me ‘if you want to handle my models then you must be a great example to them’, so, just deal with it, soon, you will be good in it,” he said to her. Athena heaved a sigh, “I know but can I ask you something?” “Go on.” “Is he really that strict when teaching someone?”