Teacher X Student Novels & Stories

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

I added finishing up the ice-cream. "That's really good of kaira. Wait I'm a high school principal, how about I be you personal tutor?" "What's a principal and tutor?" I asked not quiet understanding the terms. Kaira never taught them to me. "A principal is the head of a school," "Like head master?" I asked and he nodded "Yes like head master and a tutor is a teacher," "So why didn't you just say teacher?" I asked "Well because I'm used to the term tutor, so will you let me teach you?" He asked and I grinned nodding my head,

My mate is also the Alpha of my pack and it's annoying because he has so much work, it means that we can't get any sweet moment to ourselves. Finally, the bell rings, I waved my students and sighed after they left the room. I pulled out my phone and looked at it for a while. I became a high school teacher once I graduated, a math teacher to be precise. "Jayla!" A teacher comes in, it's the Italian teacher Enzo. "Hey, Enzo. What's up?" I said putting away the phone.

He kissed my head and packed up his stuff, leaving the room reluctantly. As the door closed behind him the teacher started to pack up some papers while mumbling. "As you know there's an exam coming up soon." I nod and respond with a yes, knowing he hadn't seen when I nodded. He looked up from the stack of papers. " We need someone to tutor this student who has been a little behind and I believe you're the perfect one for the job. I would have given it to Kaleb, however he is training for the football finals."

The soft click echoed in the room. She cleared her throat. “Today will be strictly business. We have a student-teacher relationship and that is simply what it is going to be. These two hours will be used for actual tutoring. Nothing else.” I nodded, even though I completely disagreed. “Of course, Professor.” We started the lesson. I asked questions about Nietzsche and existential dread. She answered clearly, professionally. For the first thirty minutes, she held it together. But I could see the cracks forming.

"But you can't laugh, okay?" ‎ ‎"I wouldn't dare," I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Right." Here I went. "So...it's a student-teacher fantasy." ‎ ‎ "Ah," he responded understandingly. ‎ ‎"Yeah, so, you're the teacher and I'm the student." Christ I couldn't believe I was actually saying this. I felt stupid and embarrassed. It was so much easier talking about other peoples fantasies than my own. "I have detention and it's only you and me in the classroom. You're looking over the school work and since you're distracted, I decide to you know."

He signed, “Thank you, teacher. You are the best.” Florence’s heart swelled with warmth. She signed back, “You are welcome. Keep practicing.” As the last student left the classroom, Florence took a deep breath. She had made a difference, a tangible impact on their lives. She had given them a voice, a way to communicate, to connect with the world. It was a responsibility she took seriously, a privilege she cherished.

another student added. Alpha Xavier walked into the class out of the blue, and this time he was also alone, without his usual minions, catching me in his line of sight. His hazel eyes locked on mine, and he winked, but I rolled mine in disgust. “Get up,” he ordered a he-wolf at my left-hand side. The student stood immediately without question, and Xavier took the seat beside me just as the teacher walked into the class. “Good morning, students. I’m Miss Kate, your math teacher,” she announced, already writing something on the board.

Ryder murmured beside me, his lips barely moving. “I am,” I whispered back through clenched teeth. “Not to her. To me.” I froze. Heat crawled up my neck, shame and anger twisting in my chest. I didn’t dare look at him. The teacher’s voice droned on about themes and metaphors, her tone steady, patient. Around me, students scribbled notes, some whispering quietly when they thought she wasn’t watching. For them, this was just another class. For me, it was torture.

Then the teacher paid respect to me Teacher: how are you doing today Unugwa? I hope you're enjoying the school Me: yes I am ma'am. Thank you It was then that guy looked back at me, his eyes met mine and I could see that he was surprised. I looked at my fingers then raised my head when I was sure that he wasn't looking The teacher began to teach Mathematics and I listened attentively because I wanted to know if she could teach it well. I love maths though it's not my favorite subject. Biology is