X Teacher Novels & Stories

Nodding my head as yes , I followed her to the infirmary and the nurse started to treat my woulds, "By the way, don't do that again" Tylor said out of nowhere , "Do what?" Unable to understand her , I asked in confusion, "Don't ever speak to Xavier in that tone , you're quite lucky he has boxing practice today or else I don't know, what would that guy do to you" She said as the fear was clearly visible in her eyes , just who is this Xavier anyway? "Why? What do you mean?" " 'Xavier Bass' he's a university's 'Big Bad' and if you want to study without getting yourself in trouble than you better stay away from him"

He talked to me for a few moments before gesturing to Xavier who was back to standing behind me, surprisingly. “Have you met Xander?” He asked and I nodded affirmatively as I told him that I’d met Xander earlier and we already introduced ourselves. “Okay, that’s good,” He said, “Since you’re the leading student in the class and of course, my best one.” He said with a proud smile that made me feel a little gleeful. “Thank you, Sir.” I muttered politely. “Of course, dear. Also, yes, I would like for you to tutor Xander, he’s new and he needs as much help as he can get so he doesn't fail the class.” He added and my eyes widened a little in shock at the unexpectedness of his request.

Robert had ordered them to keep their eyes on Yasmine and always update her whereabouts without letting her notice. Xavier, however, had started his first class with the six home tutors he had selected. Not only did he not feel tired, but he found the class very interesting. His math tutor was a professor at Krontos University. He was impressed and excited to meet a genius like Xavier.

she asked, setting the magazine aside. Xavier sank onto the couch beside her, exhaling a frustrated breath. “I just overheard Zane and Alana,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “They were talking about some teacher—Bella Abram. Apparently, she’s the best thing since sliced bread, and I’m… a beast compared to her.” Calla’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, but her lips twitched with the hint of a smile. “Bella Abram? Who’s that?” “She’s their teacher,” Xavier explained, leaning back against the couch. “They were saying how sweet and magical she is, how she never yells, and how I’m…” He trailed off, his voice dropping. “How I’m nothing like her.”

“Oh, my goodness, Dr. Harrison is that you?” Tasha heard someone say in a deep baritone voice as she settled in the airline lounge, waiting for her flight to be called. Tasha looked away from her table. Standing there was one of her first students back in Cleverwood. He was in his final year when she started teaching there. “Parker!” she said excitedly. “Is this really you?” “Yes, Dr. Harrison,” he quickly corrected himself. “I mean, Professor Harrison, congratulations on your new promotion.”

Something even I wished I could be. Sasha walked in closely behind. She looked so happy and was trying to hide a smile and grin. If you knew a female who had been freshly sext and dickmatized, then it was Sasha. As usual, Mr Thomas was enjoying all the drama. He was a very unusual teacher, from coming to class late, giving out one sum and falling asleep right in front of us to spending countless lessons cracking jokes and telling stories. “So about the particular tests I had given out, I’m impressed by your performance,” he began.

Justin asked. "That is enough, that's not a nice way to welcome our new students. I know we have three scholarship student and another student who is not on scholarship." The teacher said, removing his glasses. He was a young man with full beards and a short wavy hair. "New students, please introduce yourselves and tell us a little about yourself." "I am Xander Andrews. A straight A student. A web designer, I am extraordinarily creative and competitive. I hate stupid people, and people who think too highly of themselves."

“Is he really that strict when teaching someone?” “Girl, if you are able to make Sean smile for one second when he is teaching you, then you must be special because he never smiles, and once after the lesson for the day, he would be laughing and telling jokes and you would be wondering, is he still the same Sean or does he have a twin that comes out only during lesson periods?” “I believe I told you to watch her not chat with her,” Sean said behind him and they both shrieked. “Would you stop creeping out on someone,” TB complained and with a huff, left the room.

I paused, then added carefully, "Though I suppose people would be careful not to get caught if they were doing something wrong." Mrs. Chen's eyes sharpened. "That's true. Have you noticed any teachers and students spending unusual amounts of time together? Meeting after hours, perhaps?" "Lots of teachers stay late to help students. Mr. Peterson does math tutoring, Coach Williams has practice, Ms. Rodriguez runs the debate club." "What about the English department? My heartbeat quickened, but I kept my face impassive. "Mr. Hales is new this year. He seems nice. Good teacher." "Have you noticed him paying special attention to any students?"

And I could use that. If Taylor broke character and actually told someone the truth about what had happened, it was going to be one hell of a tale. That I, a teacher without a spot on his professional record nor so much as a parking ticket attached to his name, had used black market chemical weapons to drug a student widely disliked by the faculty into re-writing her essay... well, it was a hell of a thing to believe. On top of that, this was Taylor Stern, and I knew at least one police officer who had a file as thick as my hand full of incidents she'd been involved in, and any teacher at Grant High could attest that she was as dishonest and vindictive as they came.