Teaching Him Com Mga Nobela at Kwento

Thomas mumbles softly, “But I keep forgetting. It’s different when you teach online instead of having you here. I’m just not used to this kind of teaching, I guess.” Shaking my head, I rubbed my temples. I wanted to tell Thomas that regardless of whether I was teaching him through the laptop or in person, his answer would probably still be the same. The boy was smart, I could tell. He could easily manipulate Helen and Bryan into giving him what he wanted. He could memorize all these tutorials and guidelines in video games, and he could read twice the speed when he’s playing game tutorials. The only reason that he was having a hard time because I knew he wasn’t taking me seriously.

He asks coming from behind the tree, walking up to me. "You're not as quiet as you think you are kid." I could smell him, but I could also hear him. "BJ is teaching me how to move quietly like the ninja turtles. And he's teaching me how to fight. I'm getting pretty good, come on let me show you my moves." He says, taking a fighting stance.

“Don’t let them get to you.” If only he knew! I wasn’t sure how he would react to knowing my focus had shifted from the betrayal, right to the handsome teacher who had just stepped out. Mr Blackwood’s eyes found mine, and again, there was something about him that made me want to submit. Heavens, I didn’t even have a wolf yet, and yet this god-like man made me want to go into heat. “Afternoon, class,” came his velvety greeting. “I will be training you in combat this year. Get started with 3 laps. No excuses.” And so, it began.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just… taking it all in.” He nods, and the look in his eyes tells me he knows I’m lying. But he doesn't press me. He goes back to his laptop, and the sound of the keyboard is a welcome distraction. We spend the next hour going over a basic concept, and I’m surprised at how easily it comes back to me. Levi is a good teacher. He’s patient, he’s clear, and he’s direct. He doesn’t talk down to me, and he doesn’t try to pretend that my failures are not my own. He just presents the material, and he waits for me to comprehend it.

he smiled, “you already know my name. I love gaming and sports, and I decided since I wasn't doing anything better for time, why don't I come teach people what I love?” Everyone burst into laughter at this. “I am twenty two,” he continued, his eyes scanning across the room, “so I am pretty sure I have people my age here.” His eyes landed on Sera in the back but his gaze did not linger. “Okay guys, let me see what you can do,” he beamed. “Show me how sports are played, will you?” Klein stood at the back, watching and observing all the students play. When they were done, he took a console and played each of them, offering them insight and ways to be better, all with a grin.

“What would you even teach me?” “Basic things,” I said. “How to hit. How to get out of a hold. How to stand so you don’t fall. How to breathe when you’re scared.” He looked up, surprised. “You can teach me that?” “I can teach you anything you want.” He hesitated, then nodded once. “Okay.” That single word settled somewhere deep inside me. I led him to the open space in my living room. I moved the table aside, clearing the floor. He watched every movement I made, eyes tracing the way I pushed the furniture away.

I ask, trying to stop the little fight between cousins. Lilianne gives off a sneeze and punches Brent one last time on the shoulder, then says—: "It's a house near a lake, just outside the city" I open my eyes more than usual. That's a long way off. "A friend I met where my stepfather works invited me" she explains, "today is his birthday" "But why doesn't your dad teach at a university?" I'm more confused than ever. "He's not my dad" She clarifies quickly, frowning his lips in a gesture of displeasure. "And yes, he teaches biology"

she asked him hesitantly over the phone as he kept nagging her about why she sounded off. "I do. You wish to learn?" he asked. "Yes," she replied, biting down on her lower lip. She knew he wouldn't judge her but still, she couldn't but feel stupid. She was aiming at the highest seat of the company when she didn't even know how to make notes. He video-called and started teaching her the basics of making notes. She had seen a few online tutorials earlier so everything he taught came easily to her. Also, he was a great teacher, teaching her so patiently. She felt comfortable with him. He didn't judge her or make her feel lacking.

“There’s just something about teaching someone who’s there with you rather than teaching a person you can’t see.” He runs his fingertips along his jawline. For some reason, I want to know what his stubble feels like against my skin. Would it scratch my skin, or is it soft? “Then record yourself teaching someone.” I’m so deep in wondering what his stubble would feel like that I don’t even process his words until a few moments after he’s said them. “What?” I ask. I sit up straighter in my chair, wondering what he means. “Teach someone the recipe, walk them through it, and just happen to press Record while you’re doing it. Maybe then it’ll feel more comfortable.”

As I left a nod, watching him exclaim, "Can you teach me? I need you to teach me. I want to be like you; I want to be powerful, just like I have heard you are." "There is nothing to teach, boy. You have to learn your way and grow from your failures. That's the only way," I said, rolling up my car door windshield back as I started my car engine. He stood there, his eyes still fixed on mine. I could tell he was confused by my words, but with time, he was sure to understand. Turning my car's steering wheel, I drove along the road. A buzz from my phone made me hold it up, gazing at the caller ID. It was Damien. I picked up the call.