Student X Teacher Books Novels & Stories

“Hey!” “That’s enough of that!” Xander scolds me, glowering like there's no tomorrow. I assure you that Xander and I are friends. He’s only acting grumpy because he is supposed to tutor me. “You read a lot more of those articles than your textbooks.” “At least articles have scoops.” I point out. “The textbook can help you get a score on the test.” Xander retorts. Damn it. He’s got a good point. With a defeated sigh, I slump on my seat. Sheen lets out a mocking laugh, earning a slap at the back of his head from Sandy.

The student who surpassed the teacher, the spell that turns against the sorcerer. With his forehead pressed against the cold tile of the shower stall, Simon laughed, mocking his own luck. His semi-erect member still clamored for attention, missing the delicate touches and velvety mouth of the brunette. With his eyes closed, he pulled the sensual flashes of Paulina on him in his memory, kissing him, touching him, and driving him crazy. He had been so close to having her...

Stephanie’s POV I stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it. “Nerdy bitch” Stacy said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel. Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover.

I say as I watch it clearly and get a seat. Xavier is already sleeping on his desk while Asher is busy going through his books. I think I should go along with books as well. So, I take my chemistry notes and start to study as well. I don't know but I push my chair a little bit close to Xavier's seat. And then the teacher arrives. He starts to teach another lecture and I listen to them like some good students and the process goes on till the early evening before the class ends. As soon as the class ends, Xavier stands up and walks out of the door.

A person amongst the students yelled With the students still staring at him speechless He walks to the podium to introduce himself "Good morning students, I am Dane Marcelo and I will be your new economics teacher replacement" He said Natalia's eyes turned from her phone screen to look at the man.. She had just noticed his presence after she heard a loud, deep and husky voice. Dane's eyes quickly scrutinize the students, he knew how surprised they were to see him as they were expecting a 49-year old economics teacher but instead sees him.

I guess so. "Xee... What is..." I didn't allow the homeroom teacher to finish his statement before I threw the books at her, and they landed hard on her face, throwing her head back. The students gasped sharply. "What do you think you are doing, Charity?" Mr. Greg, our homeroom teacher gasped, and I scoffed.

Momentarily, they sent frightened glances at Steffy and that action did not escape the teacher’s observation. 'Does Steffy have anything to do with this whole fiasco?' Teacher Greg cannot stop himself from asking that. Heaving a sigh, he tried to shake the idea away. From where he sat, he could see sweet innocent Steffy in her seat, having a deep conversation with her classmates. The teacher felt guilty for accusing her. "Okay, that's enough. Get your history books now and turn to page 77." He could only shake his head.

He doesn’t even bother to reply to me as he eyes my bag “What do you have in there?” he asks as he notices my bag is filled to the brim. “ Books,” I say, trying to explain to him that my teacher had asked us to bring in our textbooks “You look ridiculous having that around your back. I'm so glad I'm done with school,” he smirks. I put in offense at the comment, slightly ticked off by his comment. “I’m just trying to be studious, unlike some people,” I say, mumbling the last path under my breath, hoping he hadn’t heard me

I have updated the information booklet on your digi books, make sure you read everything from small insects to big beasts',said the teacher and looked at them for their expressions. Every student was showing a different expression and was looking at the teacher with worried faces, except for Ben and Allison as they had kinda figured out something was going on.

I hope is a sweet man,who pardons teenagers for being late to Class. I let out a sigh of relief when I got the door of the classroom, only fifteen minutes later. I took a small peek into the room to see everyone's head buried into their ipads and the teacher reading from his. Eastern is modernized school, instead of text books,we use iPads, which has all our books installed on it. So no need to carry heavy textbooks. I let out a breathe, "You can do this Ireal. He is only a teacher,not a monster"I tell myself.