Mafia Alpha
“Get your required books out now. Let’s start.”
I fumbled nervously with my bag, finally pulling out my book, but I could distinctly feel his eyes still fixed on me. He walked slowly down the main aisle, stopping right next to my desk.
“Noah,” he said, his voice smooth but firm, “where exactly is your textbook?”
I held it up quickly, my hands trembling slightly. “Here,” I said, trying not to look directly at him.
“Good,” he said, leaning closer to my space. “Pay close attention this time, Noah. No zoning out of the lesson.”
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