Romans & histoires From Toxic Classmate

The students fell silent as everyone had already sensed the hostility of the old teacher. "Before we begin, let me make three things absolutely clear," Dr. Monroe declared with his gaze piercing through the room like a hawk assessing its prey. "I detest three things in this world. They are disrespectful students, troublemakers and dumb people. Don't be any of those and we'll get along just fine. If you belong in those three categories, then I suggest you drop out of the school right now." The class exchanged nervous glances as Dr. Monroe wrote some facts about himself on the board.

All the other kids gathered around to show their concern. "My mom made this chicken soup. Have some—you'll feel better after drinking it." Gratefully, I took the thermos. But the moment my lips touched it, I suddenly retched violently and threw up. My classmate burst into loud sobs, and the classroom was left in a mess. When the teacher came over to help clean up, I vomited right on her head. "She's really manipulative, isn't she? Using the kindness of her classmates and the teacher to deliberately throw up on others!"

Real threat. In second period, my lab partner from yesterday has switched seats. The teacher assigns me to work alone. Again. The message is clear: I'm toxic now. Untouchable. During the experiment, someone "accidentally" knocks over my beaker. Chemicals splash across my notes, destroying hours of work. The liquid burns my skin where it touches. "So sorry," the girl says with fake sweetness. "How clumsy of me." I clean up the mess in silence. My hands sting from the chemical burn, but I don't complain. Don't ask for help. There's no point.

We head over for our first class of the semester. The telepathy class was a waste of time and annoyingly frustrating; everyone seemed so good at starting mind links except me. Some assholes even said shitty things about me during their mindlink, and it not only made things worse that the professor in charge, Master Damian, also hates me because I'm omega and only gave me two trial attempts, which I flopped, so I had to sit down the rest of the class and watch the other students put up a show of more than twenty rounds.

“Keep your f*cking eyes to yourself.” “Ow! Woman! You’re crazy!” she chuckled, attracting everyone’s attention towards us. I wanted to hide in shame. “No, you’re obsessed!” she whispered the last part. My eyes widened as I looked around in case anyone overheard our conversation. To my immense annoyance, the stupid classmate still stared at me. Did he think we were discussing him? “Guys, the next class is free too. Prof. Higgins is in the hospital with food poisoning!” announced another classmate. The entire class erupted in a frenzy, celebrating like hooligans.

Stepping into the home economics class, I felt shivers run down my spine due to excitement. My struggles, sweats, and pains won't be for in vain—I'll definitely make the best out of my college and be a worldwide cook. Done taking my seat in class, the lecture kicked off. It was all going rather smoothly until a bitch interrupted. “Someone should please tell me she isn't in this class” “Can we really handle her toxicity?” “I heard she's Chloe's cousin” “She's undoubtedly as rotten as she is” “I pray she got into the wrong class”

"What am I even saying? I'm not your tutor anymore. We're just classmates," "Classmates?" He raises a brow, his jaw ticking. I nod. "Yeah, classmates." "Would a classmate get you items and give you a massage when you need it?" I swallow on nothing. "That was a period of vulnerability and I assure you it wouldn't happen again." Jason proceeds to smile. "Yeah, and would you ask a classmate to teach you how to be bad? Would a classmate call you sunshine?" "It's..." I press my lips together. "It's nothing. Some classmates are friends and they do things," I can't meet his eyes now. He smiles smugly and shrugs with one shoulder while I fight the blush.

~sir I sit two desks away from dimitri I'm so mad at him , he just forced the icky tasting jell in my mouth and made the other girl hold me down. "Today's class is about when to step back and give your sub a space" ~sir The idiot comment started as usual , i actually enjoy his class it's funny. "When they're sick" "If they smell bad" "When you want to play videogames in peace"

If not, then let's just get straight to the test and see which one of us finishes it faster and more accurately! Just then, footsteps echoed in the corridor. Then, the lecturer in charge of overseeing the program, Mr. William Stein, walked in. The male classmate from earlier immediately pointed his finger at me and tattled, "Mr. Stein! Shawn just openly insulted Mr. Jefferson and even threw his bottle at Ariel! People like him should be expelled!" I laughed coldly at that. "Why don't you ask Mr. Stein if he actually dares to expel me? Who do you think you're trying to intimidate? You might as well just call the police on me instead."

She sat on one of the couches and took out two glasses from her storage device. "Why are they even bothering me, this is becoming annoying." Lucinda said while sighing, sitting next to her and pouring wine in the glasses. They had become used to conversing like that, there was no awkwardness in their actions. "The strongest student in the academy who has no ties to any noble family. Did you really think that you would be ignored just because you act grumpy? I bet that if they knew your element, they would go crazy." "Those kids are already crazy enough due to your presence here. Sadly, they don't realize that you are just a battle maniac."