My Teacher Is A Mafia Boss

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owed my pace, trying to appear nonchalant despite my growing anxiety. Th

on. "So, what's this about?" I asked, attempting to s

fixed on some point ahead. "I was just told

ack to the floor. "You don't

head, his ponytail bob

s looked up to me with admiration, but now, this student seeme

e, the only sound being the soft creak

ned around, leaving me alone. I let out a slow, deliberate breath, feeling a flutter in m

rced myself to relax, smoothing out my palms. My beautifully manicured nails

irley," I whispered, "face whatever is waiting for you in there. It's just Mr. D

sound echoed through the hallway, making me feel li

Mr. Dave's voice ca

replied, my voice

in," h

ing the door handle and turning it slowly. The door creaked open, and I s

rowed in scrutiny. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered if

his deep voice fi

lf. "Why did you call for me, sir?

is hands together. He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an unner

nto you?" he asked, his voi

row hot with embarrassment. I knew

ingers, his eyes narrowing as he exhaled slowly. He plucked a file from the stack on hi

been dropping rapidly," he state

about the videos. I couldn't help but smile, feeling a weight lift of

voice stern, a hint of annoyance cr

ral expression. "I didn't mean to," I replied, m

ne turning serious. "You are the face of Paragon High, Shirley. Your

," I said, but Mr. Dave cut me

he said, his tone firm, as he leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on me,

ne had snitched on me. Mr. Dave's gaze seemed t

m but measured, "but remember why you're in school. You can leave." His attention drifted back

trust, to prove I was more than just a slacking student. I to

d make sure that I learn from this setback and use it as an opportunity to

xpression. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. His ey

his office with a sense of determination, my mind at rest. I

hew!" I hoped the videos would remain

the math teacher, and couldn't help but roll my eyes inwardly. Maths again? I thought, my expression neutral. I took my

a disdainful glance, my eyes narrowing. I made a silent vow to confront Miles, no mat

o one knows the answer?" I turned to Vivian, leaning in with a

being payin

g who wrote one of the most influential ma

in my chair, my arms crossed, unperturbed by Charlie's question. I had no intention of participating in this class, not yet.

Miles and Cassie, my j

sive snort. Charlie encouraged her, "Go on." Cassie replied, her voice confident, "I'm no

expression turned sympathetic. "Incorrect. Whoever gets it correctly... the pers

sie got it wrong. Charlie repeated the question, and I felt a spark of recognition. I had seen this question bef

er girls hoping to win a lunch with Charlie. "Yes, Miss

tician, Euclid, and the text is Elements." Charlie's eyes widened, his eyebrows ris

. I met her gaze, my expression calm and triumphant, and smiled sweetly. Charli

quation on the board is your assignment, and I expect it on my desk first thing tomorrow morning. Failure to

e day," he said, his voice softening slightly. As he left

sie's face. But my amusement was short-lived, as she loudly declared, "One right answer doesn't

don't you say it to my face, you dumb bitch?" I spat, my voice low and venomous. I

omeone's triggered," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You see, it's not my

nger. "Do you have anything else to say apart from

he said, her voice dripping with malice. She began to baby-talk, her voice high-pitched and mocking. "I

pped the baby-talk. "Then maybe you'll

e classroom, I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine. The thought of the teachers finding out,

Cassie's face, my gaze burning with intensity. I wasn't going to let her

d in determination. I took a step closer to Cassie, my eyes locked on hers. The clas