Novel & Cerita Crush On A Teacher

Ethan was the center of everyone’s attention in high school. He was handsome, had good grades, and won practically every competition he took part in. Plenty of people had a crush on him, but most of them did not dare to confess. I was the only one who did and continued pestering him even after he rejected me multiple times. In the beginning, he rejected me by saying that he wanted to focus on studying, but later on, he got annoyed by me constantly bothering him and blatantly stated that he was irritated by my very presence.

What a cool way to deal with this jerk day. I glanced at Zetta. “Bruh… your favorite teacher made us all die! Still wanna be his fans?" I asked sarcastically. "That's not what he wants! That's his responsibility as a teacher at school. Curriculum!" “Haish… are you blind? blinded by the endless love of this mortal world! Ohhh… that's how to love… the suffering is endless. And you have fallen to the wrong man ever! The king of the darkness himself!" I said lazily. The effects of stress, inner pressure, and heavy burden in front of my eyes. I'm starting to get crazy. Quoting some absurd line then put everything in my bag and walked out of the classroom. Today will be the worst day in the world.

So Krissa has done nothing to me. After Jen and Karmi got up on their knees earlier, we were in front of the whole class. There are also students outside who are curious so ma’am, first approached. Those who were curious and were kicked out the door. When no one was curious, the teacher returned to our place. "It's okay like this, to end it, Miss Velasco and Miss Resalda. Say sorry to Miss Mondejaro," I saw Krissa smirked, so I simply punched her.

Animated gestures punctuated our words as we shared our opinions, our voices intertwining in a symphony of excitement and frustration. "You know, Dr. Rodriguez is hands down my favorite," Victor exclaimed, a gleam of admiration in his eyes. "His lectures on genetics are captivating! He brings the subject to life with real-world examples, and his enthusiasm is infectious." I nodded in agreement, a smile playing on my lips. "Absolutely! And let's not forget Professor Thompson. Her expertise in evolutionary biology is unparalleled. Every time she explains the intricacies of natural selection, I feel like I'm witnessing a grand narrative unfold."

She dangled there, legs kicking, flailing. “Put me down at once!” she screamed. All the kids stopped and looked, as Kyle leaned back and threw her. The teacher went flying down the hall, landing on the slick floor face first, and sliding nearly a hundred feet, like a bowling ball, taking down kids, creating havoc down the hallway. Kyle smiled as he watched her go. He wished he could have done that to every teacher he’d ever known.

Fists, kicks, fury colliding in a storm of violence. The ground beneath us trembled as teacher and student went head-to-head, neither willing to back down, neither willing to lose. After what felt like an eternity, a sharp nod of my head sent him crashing to the ground. I rushed forward, bent low, and unleashed a storm of punches until his screams tore through the air. “Please… don’t kill me!” he begged. My fist hovered above him, trembling, balled tight, aching to deliver that final blow, yet I forced myself to stop.

Now, just because he had a crush on a new employee like Eve, he had to take the brunt of it, getting scolded by his boss! "Answer! Do you want to die? Or get fired, huh?" Gery scolded again. Now his hands were pounding the table hard, not caring that his palms were hot. Shit! "I am sorry, Sir. I am just--" "You're just being treacherous, eh?" interrupted Gery. The look of anger couldn't leave the CEO's handsome face. Dave looked down again. He was sure that no matter his excuses, he wouldn't survive this time. Mr. Gery must be furious and would punish him severely. Oh my God!

Those stares and whispers were like countless fine needles, pricking me densely all over. I opened my mouth, but my throat felt strangled, unable to make any sound. Overwhelming grievance seized me, tears surging uncontrollably to my eyes. I fought desperately to hold them back, but he still became blurred in my vision. Once, just because someone had made a crude joke about me behind my back, he could bankrupt their pack business overnight, protecting me completely. Now, he personally placed the hat of fraud on my head in front of everyone - a label that could destroy all my professional prospects - letting others trample my dignity with the most malicious speculation.

She questioned. "My Mathematics teacher, Mrs. Jennifer Drew." I laughed remembering the memory. "Really? My first crush was also my teacher. My English literature teacher, 'Mr. Taylor Hans. I was so head over heels for him that I thought about writing a love letter to him. I was so crazy at that time." She burst into laughter. I didn’t know why I couldn’t laugh. Slowly jealousy peeped into my mind. I forced a smile and queried, "Did you send it?"

The whispers already got me curious. I couldn't figure out what the matter was, but the only thing I could grasps from the whispers was pregnant. I grabbed my textbooks from my locker, pushing back the tiny papers scribbled with insults. I picked one out of many and began moving towards the art room. Mr Collins the literary professor is sure to come to class early today as usual. I ducked my head as I walked, adjusting my glasses. Being a nerd and a dork has always made me an object of bully. The papers seems to be increasing everyday.