Crush On The Teacher Novels & Stories

But this time he did say something. “Alina,” he said gently. “You know I know you, right? And I don’t judge you. I won’t judge you. If you like that teacher, it’s not some cardinal sin. We’re at that age—we get crushes. That’s human. It’s not the end of the world.” I blinked. Once. Twice. And then everything inside me snapped. I don’t even remember feeling it break—just the sound of the glass shattering. “That’s what you think?” I said quietly. Too quietly. “That I like him?”

“…that the next teacher cares for Latin and for you as much as I do.” I smiled, my eyes tearing up as well. Krista was already crying as were many of the girls in class. Even a few of the guys, who had stuck it out as well, were looking up at the ceiling being as manly as they could be. Rebecca had her arms crossed over her chest. “Well, let’s hope it’s someone hot. No offense, Mrs. Cross, but it’s sucked trying to learn from someone fat.” There were a few gasps in the room and Mrs. Cross flushed red. Krista wasn’t having it. Before I could stop her, she threw her uncapped plastic water bottle at Rebecca. It was filled with her favorite concoction of Koolaid: Sharkleberry Fin and Cherry.

His lips moved silently, trying to form words that refused to come. He wanted to lie. To give some acceptable excuse that would make this conversation end. But under Grandfather's penetrating stare, all his carefully constructed defenses crumbled. The silence stretched on until it became unbearable. Seeing Kieran's inability to answer, Grandfather felt something break inside his chest. The disappointment was so crushing it made him feel physically ill. With shaking hands, he grabbed a delicate porcelain teacup from a nearby garden table. Without warning, he hurled it directly at Kieran's feet. The cup shattered against the stone, sending fragments scattering in all directions.

Shit stain #2 rushes over, as does the teacher. “What the f*ck, Athena?!?!”. The teacher yells, and I roll my eyes in response. “What did I do this time? You said no rules, so what could I possibly have done wrong? It’s not like I cut off his tongue or anything, I just punched him”. Although I really should have. “Yes… but… you just… you don’t….”. He is unable to finish his sentence, because he knows he is wrong. “So, who’s next in this tournament, teach? Who do I pair up with?”.

Jessica, one of my female friends, tried to talk to me to see if she could calm me down. “ Chris why are you crying, it's Okay. Sorry..,but why do you like coming late if you know you don't know how to take cane? " I was angry, very angry. It's like all my anger for my teacher just transferred to Jessica. I stopped crying and looked at her, as if I should punch her, but as I saw how scared she was just made me realize she didn't mean to make me angry. Jessica is this type of girl that says much without thinking through first, the only reason why she has a lot of friends is because she is beautiful. I used to have a crush on a long time ago but then I stopped when I realized she is a slut..

The teacher and I were old-not-so-good friends. "Well, well, well" he said, clapping his hands. I rolled my eyes and my teacher continued, "Look who decided to join us, our runaway bride. " He mocked. God help me if I survived this class without bashing his head in.

What stunt is he trying to pull? "You are to submit the project by next week", the teacher said knocking me out of my thoughts. "What project?", I asked confused and Anthony smirked. "How would you know what the project is when you were busy staring at Anthony", Aiden asked rolling his eyes and I glared sternly at him. "It's true and stop looking at me like looks can kill." By that time, the teacher was no longer in the class. I took a very heavy textbook and hit Aiden hard on the head.

If she responds then she will be falling into her trap and she was not a fool. Little did she know that she had infuriated her further? “It’s a waste of time to try to ignore me and make yourself graceful. Just wasting others resources, the school should just expel you before you teach these innocent kids your shameful ways,” Mrs. Jones attacked her again and this time she couldn’t stay still. Krystal slowly lifted her head from her book and her gaze dangerously locked with the teacher’s. As someone who was on the path of a cultivator she was able to do so many nasty things so the first lesson she wanted to teach this arrogant woman was to teach her what fear was.

CJ's voice droned in the silent classroom. I noticed he was deliberately trying not to look in my direction, and when I remembered what I did on Saturday morning in his bathroom, my cheeks flushed with heat. While he was teaching, his eyes lit up. He seemed genuinely excited to teach this course and he was really good at it. Everything he was saying was not new to me, as we had learned most of them in high school biology. But my eyes were fascinated by his lips. The man was an Adonis. "I need someone to define one of the key terms," he began saying, and one of the girls, the queen bee of the class, jumped on her feet. She looked smitten by CJ, and I rolled my eyes in annoyance, praying that

This was getting really scary by the minute. It was however as Clover had said. The teacher had suddenly tried to smack Kent across the face when Kent caught his arm mid air and pulled the clawed hand away from his face. "No. You had your fun but not my face." Kent said to him as he pushed the hand away from him. I looked at the teacher's leg and I could see him really trembling as he tried to retain his stance. He was shaking badly at this point and sweating. Suddenly, Kent pushed him backwards and slowly did he realize that all along, Kent had been playing on his intelligence. The shock on the face of the teacher had to pass as the most fearful I had seen anyone's face. He looked like he w