Crush On The Teacher Novels & Stories

Baba complained and I moved closer, to find out what the hell was going on. As I took the next step, the teacher walked over to Crystina, hitting her on her shoulder and she dropped to the floor almost immediately. Her friend who was with her screamed and I saw red instantly. I wanted to run that teacher over with a truck. I want to tear her into pieces, limb by limb, and feed her to the vultures. I was so overcome by anger that the next time I looked over at Crystina, Baba was about to pick her up from the ground.

As they both were arguing , teacher entered the class said "shut up both you . You are again fighting . I am tried of both of you get out both of you from my class." "But mam.." as Krisha wanted to explain everything she was interrupted by Abeer "Mam she thrown by bag on the ground" he pointed out the bag on the ground. "Mam first he threw my bag " Krisha said ." mam her bag is on table , so why will I keep her bag on the table after throwing it .?" Krisha looked at him and gritted her teeth in anger, as this boy had taken full advantage of the situation but the teacher knew both of them very well so she said"both of you get out my , right now " "But mam ..." Abeer was about say something

Currently, Naya is in danger, her crazy teacher seems to be starting to relapse. "Sir turn your face away." Mr. Arka doesn't care what Naya says, even his hand is now touching Naya's neck. Get ready to do the dirty work. "Ah," shouted Mr. Arka suddenly when Naya deliberately pushed his forehead hard, causing their foreheads to collide with each other. At that moment, Naya managed to stand up and move her body away from her crazy perverted teacher. "It hurts Nay." Mr. Arka said angrily, look at even his forehead is red now.

“Brittney, I was wondering if you’d join me for a drink. There’s a place nearby.” The words felt surreal, as though I’d stepped into Someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe my boss, my high school crush, was asking me out. For a while, I just stood there, staring at him, my pulse racing in confusion. But as tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t accept. “I appreciate the offer,” I muttered, trying to steady my voice. “But I really can’t.” His brows furrowed slightly, but his face remained composed. “Can’t, or won’t?”

The words had barely left his mouth— Before my hand moved. SLAP. The sound cracked loudly through the classroom. Matthew’s head snapped to the side. For a moment, the entire room went silent. Every student turned to stare. Matthew slowly brought a hand to his cheek, stunned. And I stood there beside my desk— Breathing hard. The entire class watching us. Shock written on every face.

Kieran sat beside me and started reminiscing on his own. "In high school, you were everyone's dream girl. So many guys had crushes on you, but Flynn was like a flyswatter—anyone who got close to you, he smacked them away. "He blocked every single guy who tried to give you love letters or ask you out for meals. If you were to tell me that he didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't believe it for a second."

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

the words escape my mouth and that increased the laughter of the student. I turned to face my crush he wasn't even at his seat then I saw him standing at the front of the board. Oh my God what have he done? I was busy worrying about him when I have my own course to settle. "Come here" declared the teacher. I ran out and stood beside him (my crush) but he shift a bit from me. I noticed it and I shift close to him.we kept on doing it until the teacher called my name. "Silvia What was my last statement?"

She stood up and asked them calmly dusting away the dust from her uniform, "Why did you make me to trip over you?" Then one of the girls replied, "That's the reward for such a stupid girl who made our prince charming spent the night with you" Then Krystal controlled herself and went to her seat after telling them "It's all a misunderstanding .....I've said it to you girls all clear, it's up to you all whether you believe in my words..." As those girls were about to slap her, Richard came walking towards his seat in a cool manner after which the teacher came telling the students to get ready for the classes, so they did not have a chance to slap her.

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.