X Teacher Novels & Stories

Sashka placed his arm around Tommy's shoulder's and Mishka placed his hands on his hips as they both caught their breath. "Did you do the math homework?" Mishka asked, making me pull my head back. "I did..." I trail off, not liking where it was going. "Who's you teacher? Is it Ms. Lyka?" Sashka asked. I shook my head, "Miss Hamilton." "GAHH!" they scream in exasperation. He mutters something in Russian. "Do you know how to solve for number five? The 3x squared over 9xy something-something."

She couldn’t exactly respond by saying ‘fucking a 19-year-old’. “Tutoring.” “Also boring and not actually social. Okay well Tuesday then? 7pm” “Fine. Where do you want to go?” “I don’t know. Book somewhere. As long as it’s not crap.” “Great. See you on Tuesday at a not-crap-place.”

Each student's eyes widen as they gaze upon his splendor, his sparkling green eyes and his beautiful azure hair. "Good morning sir," Xavier addresses the teacher with a slight bow. His voice is just as seductive as his face, making some girls sigh in awe and boys boil with envy. "I'm Xavier, a transfer student. Mona gave me the tour," he gestures to me. Shouts erupt in the classroom. "You're cute!" "How did you get that blue hair? "I LOVE YOUR EYES!!!" "Where did you get that accent, man? You have to teach me." "Why are you letting a loser like Mona show you around?"

My coffee is hot as I study the world history syllabus for a fifth time. Professor Oakley's cell phone number is toward the top of the page and so is his email. The temptation to text him by accident has crossed my mind, but I would be no different than the other girls considering flunking to get a tutoring session.

"I guess I'm not the only one who misses you. I quickly came to see you girls because I miss you so much. I got you guy's pizza, over there." They disentangle the hug, and scurried towards the pizza in excitement. "Mr Xavier, I must admit you're lucky, I never knew you get along with them." "Why? Are they not open to people?" "The one person they get along with, is their teacher, Mr James, a computer-literate from their school." "I must be lucky, I'm honored." Xavier responded, with a small smile on his face. "That's good, I can tell they like you a lot."

Dane shrugged, the muscles in his back and shoulders flexing as he stepped beside Theo. "Now," Dane sighed. "We know you don't like us," he gestured between Theo and himself. "So, we'll be nice." He turned to Xavier then. "He's all yours, big man." Xavier smirked, his eyes glazed for a moment before two students and a male teacher I didn't know jogged from the field. "You called?" The teacher rose a brow at scene before him. Xavier looked at him and nodded, looking down at me. "Go find Lisa."

Tara found an easy way to explain about gunpowder “ I think I have heard about that product, why are you asking about it ” “ Can I get it too after we come back ” Tara asked “ Okay ,” Xavier agreed Tara was satisfied and surprised because he didn't expect for him to agree very quickly even though nothing made sense. But she was glad he did, “ Go get dressed, you are coming to train with me. Because if you are ready to support me in the struggle then you need to know how to fight. I've already seen your skills but you need to be better than that ” Xavier explained

X says: As you wish… anyway, you’re late for your class… Dalia Penedo Salazar says: Shit! I have to go up to Mr. X. Don’t have fun without me. Mr. X says: It’s been a long time since I’ve had fun without you, Doce. See you later. I run to college, and as always, I arrived late, but I am saved by Filomena, who always manages to cover my calls. I sit next to her, and she faces me, seriously. We spent the entire class talking only about the things of the subject that only give me the certainty that I am in the wrong course. Law is not for me. Class is about to end when my teacher says the words I hate the most:

Now that he was in a good mood, Thelma thought it would be good to talk about their high school. "Uh! Sir! I discovered you...um..you are the guy called Xander in my high school" she disvulged and waited for his reaction. He smiled, sat on his black leather desk and crossed his arms and legs. He tilted his head to one side and faced her. He looked smoky hot as the ray of the sun touched his muscles that popped out. "So you are an investigator?" he teased. "No! I saw your picture at our yearbook," she blurted.

Athena Lemiere As soon as the bell rings, the students run out of the class right away which leaves us 3 inside the classroom. Mr. Ronnie walked out and I put all my books in my arms ready to go to my other class. "What class do you have after this?" Xander asked. "Math." I answered. "We have the same class again." He said and he turned his head to Serena. "How about you?" "I have Chemistry." She said as wrapped her books in her arms. She gestured to us to go out from the class and we walked out.