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" Shruti left from there crying and Vivek followed her, staring at me. After they both left, I lowered my head, but I don't know why my tears are not stopping. I can't see anything. Everything has become blurry. I did not know that at that time two eyes were watching me, they were my teacher Mr. Aditya Khurana. He stood there and listened to everything and when the class ended, while going out Aditya Sir said to me "In my office" "Ok" was all I could say with a choked throat.

This is all so confusing, because if the male teacher wasn’t shown on the video, then how did Jada and the others know that it was that professor who the victim had sex with? Mr. George Wilson. That was the teacher’s name, and it says here that he’s still teaching here and there’s a high possibility that I might even attend his class. I gasped out loud at that fact, because I saw how his subject was Math. God! I hate math, and I already hate our teacher there.

She should be greeted as a 'sista' lecturer. “My name is Reyna Wulandari. I temporarily replaced Ms. Van Damme to teach CCU courses. Just call me Reyna,” she introduced herself, placing a pile of books on her desk. "You can replace Madam Van Damme forever!" welcomed the wise thugs. "True!" added Matt. What the heck are you, Matt! Reyna just smiled. Maybe she had prepared herself before setting foot in this class of hell. She started to take attendance. Everyone was present.

That tedious teacher had to take a maternal leave, unfortunately for me. "Okay, class! Starting from now on, I will be your Algebra teacher," Ulva said out loud, pushing the fake glasses up on the bridge of her nose. Some of my classmates hooted in excitement, especially the boys who seemed focus on her cleavage under the white V-neck blouse she was wearing and to those glistening legs under her black pencil skirt. I gotta admit that she was really gorgeous but she was a cray-cray in my humble opinion. And the fact that she was here only proved that she was going to do everything to take Val back. Well, as if my girlfriend wanted her back. Hah!

I appreciate the thoughts, but I already have a teacher. "You have a teacher? It can't possibly be some nobody, right?" Sean grumbled. Larissa said calmly, "My teacher is Qwin Carey. He's a skilled doctor, but he doesn't care for fame and wealth." "Qwin Carey?" Sean mocked. "You can't possibly be referring to good old Carey Qwin, right?" Larissa corrected him. "My teacher is Qwin Carey, not Carey Qwin. You must be talking about someone else."

I force a calm voice, disguising the disturbance that his revelation brought me. She looks at me, studying my expression minutely and smiles, taking one of my hands in a forced display of affection, stroking the back of it. “I know you had silly feelings for him, darling. She couldn't disguise when she spoke or heard something about the man. I hope she put that crush aside. I clear my throat, pulling my hand away from his and looking away at the small group of women doing pilates by the pool. “David Bragança was my teacher, I owe him a lot as an educator, but that's all.” I say dryly, looking deep into the familiar irises again.

"Is it because he’s not exactly someone you can show off, so you’re keeping him from me on purpose? We won't laugh at your fated mate, you know that right?” I knew she was only trying to rage bait me into answering, but I chose to stay quiet. I just gave a couple of awkward laughs and looked away. The teacher walked in — a woman in her thirties, brown hair pinned back, a wool cardigan over a button-down. “Good afternoon, everyone. I’m Ms. Evelyn.” She set her bag on the desk and smiled like she meant it. “I’m new here, so I’m looking forward to getting to know all of you. And yes, I’m a wolf shifter.” Her smile widened slightly. “Welcome to Vampire History. I know — exciting stuff.”

Because she had that ethereal kind of beauty that only the supernatural kind had. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail and it still reached her waist. Her skin was a golden caramel colour and her deep brown eyes seemed to look right through to your soul. She was wearing a moss green blouse with ruffled sleeves and a pair of fitted black pants that accentuated her long legs. She was just gorgeous to a fault and I think many of the boys did notice that. "Good morning everyone," the teacher smiled as she placed her belongings on the desk. "My name is Esmeralda Kovac and I'll be your substitute teacher for the next few months while Mrs. Barrymore has a safe delivery and spends some ti

Hansen was practically shouting. "Ah, that one. I remember now. I heard Amy say that a volunteer teacher has come to the school recently. She didn't ask for any salary and was willing to come to teach the children. However, because she's not in the teachers list and I don't usually come here, I had already forgotten about this matter." Connor remembered and patted his thigh with an embarrassed expression on his face. "What's her name? Is she called Jenna Murphy? How long has she been here?" Hansen asked as if he had obtained precious information.

Young, I am so sorry about all this, but I can promise you none of our teachers have ever mentioned anything about a cat-faced old lady. Now that was strange. Could it have been something the other kids said? I looked at Justin with a serious face and asked, “Sweetie, think carefully. Did you see this cat-faced Miss Never in a dream? Or was it another kid trying to scare you?” Justin shot back, his voice steady and earnest. “Mom, I am not dumb. I know the difference between a dream and real life.” “This afternoon, when Ms. Zinn put on a Doraemon cartoon for us, Miss Never sat right there with us. She even taught us how to make a Bamboo-copter.”