Degrassi: Next Class Saad Novels & Stories

Mara kept licking softly through the aftershocks until Sage tugged her up by the hair. They kissed again—messy, breathless—sharing the taste of each other. Sage slid off the counter, legs still shaky. They straightened clothes—leggings pulled up, jeans buttoned, hair finger-combed. Sage wiped the counter with paper towels, tossed them in the bin. “Next class?” Sage asked, voice rough. “Thursday,” Mara answered. “Same row?” Sage grinned. “Same row. Different seat. You pick.” Mara smiled—slow, sated, a little wicked.

“Good lecture, Professor.” Quiet. Measured. Not playful. Not teasing. Recognition. It landed deeper than it should have. Her graduate assistants waited outside. Sasha, Amir, and Lila — mid-twenties, caffeinated, loud. “You’re coming to the home opener tonight,” Sasha declared. “I don’t attend student sporting events,” Alessandra said smoothly. “Half the faculty will be there,” Amir replied. “The Dean too.” Lila grinned. “And the Vale twins are starting.” Alessandra’s jaw tightened.

I paused, letting the words sink in. “The exam is in two weeks,” I added. “And if you fail it, that's the end.” “I’ll have the nerd, Nick Walker, share everyone’s script after this class. You can learn from it and correct your mistakes,” I said. “That will be the end of today’s class. Thank you,” I added and the students clapped. I let out a quiet scoff, pulled the flash drive from the laptop, and turned to leave for my office. “Professor Grayson,” a student called after me. “May I ask who the lady who came with you is?”

Professor Rick pulled out a pen from his pocket and opened the attendance register. "Roll No. 1 Gram Miller," he called out. "Present Sir," one boy responded. Roll call was called out by the professor one after another. "Roll No. 75, Adam Maxwell." "Yes sir," Adam said. "Roll No. 76 Savannah Eustachio," the professor called. "Yes sir," Savannah answered. "Roll No. 77, Skyler Robert." "Yes sir." The whole students roll numbers were called out. "See you tomorrow!" Professor Rick exited from the class.

, he exclaimed surprised. “ Oh..he is physics ? How come we didn’see him yesterday?”, the greasy haired guy jumped down from the railing, surprised. Dae looked at both of them confused. “ oh boy, we are third year physics. Your super seniors. We came to your class yesterday. Weren’t you there yesterday?” “ Oh ! I- no. Sorry, I wasn’t there at class when you came.”, Dae said nervous

Saad ni Axie na animo’y naintindihan kung ano ang sinabi ni Prof Tim. “Lord Niccolo, pakisabihan ang mga kaklase mo na magsi-puntahan na rito sa dorm ninyo. Wala si Prof Fie, kaya wala kayong klase mamaya para sa Etiquette Lesson.” Bumaling ang tingin ni Prof Tim kay Lord Nic. Sumaludo naman ito nang pabiro saka umalis, sumama rin sa kaniya si Lord Lewis. Tumingin sa ‘kin si Prof Khia, “Magpahinga ka muna rito sa kwarto mo. If ever may mangyari ulit na ganito, you can reach out to me or kay Sir Tim, okay?”

he muddled really good that I didn’t understand. Whatever he said I guess it was better than stolen flowers. My classmates settled down when Engr. Murray came. He is our acting class adviser since Engr. Evans was on leave. He was carrying a bundle of papers and framed certificates. I guess those are our test papers. “Good morning class. Today I will return your test results but before that, I would like to congratulate the students who earned a place on the top ten in the midterm exams in this class. If I call your name please come forward.” He grabbed two certificates at the same time. “We got a couple on top one. Serra Hilario and Grey Preston,” he announced.

[She isn’t as strong as Dagon. “Now that all is over and done with, the students are to meet with their advisers.” the dean stood up and read from a folder. “Sebastian Revious, your advisor is still Professor Raevers. Dorin Silvious, and Johan Ignacius, you will both be under me. Patrice Benette, you will be under Professor Althea.” he then taps the folder on the table and looks up at the four students. “If there are no more questions, then you are dismissed.” Johan and Dorin both stood from their seats as Seb placed his folder inside the satchel he brought.

he said with a smile before he left to go to the counter. I was just staring at his back when I realized I was smiling. With that realization, I bit the insides of my cheek and looked away. Gosh. I just sat there while waiting for Zandrey to come back with our food. To avoid getting bored, I opened my phone and checked my messages. There was an announcement on the group chat that our instructors for the next classes won't make it to our classes. There will be an emergency meeting at the faculty. So that makes my previous class my last class for today. It made me happy, but it was just for a brief moment because I realized I am an Archi student. We don’t really have time to be happy because w

Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...