S Classes That I Raised Novels & Stories

F for the freshman, S for the sophomores, J for the juniors, and S for the seniors. You guys may be wondering by now which section I am in. I'm in class S-B, a.k.a Senior Class B. Not that smart, but smart at the same time I guess. I came to stop at our classroom door. It was close. Well, I'm not surprised. I'm 5 minutes late after all. But hey, it doesn't matter. Just think of the faces of my classmates once I barge in the room. They'll be shocked and at the same time awestruck.

I took advantage of the opportunity to stroll to the one instructor with whom I could be myself while she spoke with the head principal. Knocking on his class door, he asks to be excused from his class; he isn't an older instructor, he is 22 years old, Camilo Vicente, and if I could claim I had a crush before and I didn't, you probably know why now. I offer him a hug in the corridor as we exit his class, and he returns the embrace as soon as he sees me.

Kendal "Great job today, class. We'll pick back up next Tuesday on page seventy-five. Have your point-of-sale diagrams completed and come ready to discuss." I glanced around the room and smiled as everyone mumbled their responses and walked to the door like a bunch of zombies. Teaching cost accounting was the fucking pits. I'd be picking up the master's level financial statement analysis class in a week or so, which would be far more interesting and intellectually stimulating because of the level of the student.

Seeing my boyfriend, Brock Finch, arguing with the bus driver, I felt a surge of excitement. The next second, Brock glared at me and yelled angrily, "Cassie, you're so selfish! Nina's not here yet! Why can't we wait two more minutes?" All the classmates looked at me with angry expressions. "That's right, Nina's our classmate. How can we leave her?" "We won't get on the bus until Nina arrives!" Their hostile gazes pained me. In my previous life, afraid that continuing to wait would cause everyone to miss the exam, I told the bus driver to take everyone to the exam venue first.

Osiris replied quietly as he leaned back into me. “Oh baby, you did no such thing. You can’t fix what you don’t know is broken. Let’s be real here, this situation with the missing classes, isn’t that dire. It can be fixed. It’s not like your dad didn’t teach you three anything. Look at what we’ve already accomplished in a short time. I think we’re doing pretty well for ourselves. This place was a bit of a shitshow.” I said as I worked my way around, washing every inch of Osiris’s back, shoulders, perfect butt, and moving onto his chest.

'' James said while seeming proud. I suddenly felt a burst of anger. ''Time for class! Everybody out!!'' A voice boomed from behind us. I recognized the voice but didn't turn around, instead walking to class with Logan. We only had two classes today, being economics and business and management. During the class, I still felt agitated but brushed it off due to stress.

I have never met a student stand up to me like this. Is it crazy that I am very turned on by the fact even as I am annoyed? "Okay." I say to her, I do not take a step back, my eyes narrowed in on her defiant green ones staring straight back at me, I raise my voice, "Class dismissed. We will meet on Wednesday and I will choose my class assistant then." The class erupts into controlled chaos as everyone tries to get out of the lecture hall at the same time like the room has caught on fire. Fucking kids.

I met with James on the way to my room. We have three classes with the same time and professors, unlike Ciara, we only share two classes together. One is the historical subject that was newly added. “Didn’t sleep well enough?” I chimed, looking at them both, exhaust was clearly evident in his eyes. The dark circles didn’t really hide well enough. The concealer must’ve run out, or it wasn’t enough anymore.