Monday morning starts normally except for a new student who enrolls in the school. It’s not as chaotic as I expected, though. In fact, the little boy is able to immerse himself in the crowd. I think one reason for his quick adjustability is that he is already wearing the school uniform. Some female students can’t help but point at him, though. It’s also understandable. The little boy is a looker. Straight black hair, fair skin, tall and cute. He is also carrying himself well, as if he knows people would like to befriend him. It won’t be long until they label him as the Campus Crush.
The boy’s name is Lukas Reeves, a transferee from the city, and the cause of the excitement of the female students. In fact, when I was having my lunch with my co-teachers and I told them that I would like to take a break from all the blind dates they were setting me up for, they agreed without a fuss. Then their conversation shifted to the new transferee.
It was only until Friday afternoon that I discover I should be worried about his appearance in the school. I mostly handle science subjects, and I had a regular end-of-the-week quiz for all my classes. Everyone is aware of it, so it surprised no one. Well, that is, except for Lukas.
The class is out and everyone is in their after-school activities when I call Lukas to my room. We need to talk about his quiz, which is a perfect zero. He did not even try to answer each question and just left everything blank.
“What is this?” I ask when Lukas is already standing in front of me. “Did you get any issue with the questions?”
“No,” he curtly answers.
“And so?” I ask. He didn’t follow it up. Instead, he just looks at me as if I am asking him nonsensical things. “Lukas, can you explain why you did not answer any of the questions?”
“It’s stupid.”
I raise my brow. “The quiz questions are stupid?”
“I don’t see why I will need to know the answers to those questions to succeed in life.”
I raise my brow. “Then, will you tell me what you need to succeed in life?”
“Money. Influence. Power. Family Name. C—”
I cringe and raise my hand. He sounds like a corrupt politician who knows nothing. Someone who talks a lot and thinks that he’s saying something smart, but in fact, most of the people who will listen will see that he’s stupid.
“Then, let’s go to the elementary-level science. Explain the greenhouse effect.”
“It’s not important.”
“It’s not important because you don’t know what it is?”
He didn’t respond again. Seems like silence is his only answer to things he doesn’t know. That, and glares. He is looking at me as if he can destroy my life with just a flick of his wrist. I lean on my chair and look at him.
“Who takes care of your education?”
“My father.”
“He’s the one who teaches you these things?”
“I am in high school. Why would he need to bother?”
Oh, bother. So, his relationship with his father is bad. “And your mother?”
“She’s out of the country as of the moment.”
“Your parents sound busy.”
“They are. They are business people.”
Ah, so that’s why he has that mentality that education is not as important as money is. “Do you know that in the corporate world, you need to decide a lot?”
“Of course!” he snaps at me. “I am not that stupid!”
“I just said that you will do a lot of decision-making when managing businesses.”
“What’s wrong with it? I just need to say yes or no.”
“And do you care if you are making the right decisions?”
He scowls at me again.
“How do you think you can make a correct decision?”
“My employee can do it for me.”
“And if they plan to take advantage of you? Let’s say two people say two different things. How will you know who is correct? And you need to get it right, or else numerous people will lose their jobs and suffer. Your business will also take a plunge.”
“Why are you asking that?! That’s not on the quiz!”
He’s evading it. Maybe, this student will be a good statesman if trained properly. “Your family has businesses. So come on, you should be able to answer that one.”
To my surprise, he lunges towards me and takes a hold of my collar. “You are just a teacher. I can destroy you if I wanted.”
I smirk. This time, I think I have a little monster in my class. I glance at the fist that’s holding my collar and then at his angry face. I grab his wrist and tighten my fist around it.
“You need knowledge, Lukas. To make good, wise decisions, you need information, and to understand the information.”
“And what about common sense?!”
“Common sense is taken and learned from experience. If you won’t educate yourself, you will be the downfall of your family’s fortune.”
“You want me to be a nerd? I don’t want to be like you. I don’t want to be so uncool.”
Suddenly, he spits in my face. I loosen my hand on his wrist to wipe it from my face. “That’s how low you are. So, start looking away from my infractions if you don’t want my father too—”
I suddenly reach for his hands and pull him towards me. In a split second, I move towards him. I bend my arms and hit his neck with my elbow. He falls backward and drops to the floor.
“Spitting on your teacher, or to anyone, is rude and nasty, you little shit!”
I am about to take him by his collar when he falls unconscious. I snort, seeing that I won’t be able to scold him more. Angrily, I stride towards the bathroom and wash my face. That idiot of a student! Taking the collar of his teacher and then spitting on her! I feel sorry for all his previous teachers!
I soap my face multiple times and take a towel to pat myself dry. Suddenly, someone screams. I rush outside to see what the commotion is about. Mark is tapping Lukas’ face to wake him up, while female students are looking afraid of the scene.
My mouth opens wide. I drop my towel and realize that, yes, I have an unconscious student in my room while I am cleaning myself up. What the hell? Am I too angry that I’ve become so shortsighted again?!
“Be thankful that the father did not sanction you,” the principal says. “I apologize, Principal Abra. I won’t do it again,” I respond. Next time, I won’t lose control of my emotions. I need a better hold on it. I lay my head low so this would get sorted out soon. “Will I be able to apologize to the parents?” I ask. “There is no need. However, the other teachers and students want you to apologize to the son.” I raise my head at him. “I know,” he says before I can even speak. “I will apologize to the parents, but I don’t think I should apologize to the son. It will appear as if what he did is NOT wrong. It won’t be good for him. Besides, that kid already has an attitude. We can’t contribute to that. Instead, we need to—” The principal raises his arms to stop me. “I understand, Teacher Cassie. Back in my day, his actions are already ground for expulsion. That show of utmost disrespect to a teacher should not be something a teacher should apologize for. However, sometimes, we just ne
I enter the classroom and tell the students that we are going to study something special today. It will be a special class about science in literature. But my students are all too busy chatting with their friends. I try to take their attention but they refuse to acknowledge my presence. This is the first time this happened. “Hmmm,” I mutter as I observe the students. This is definitely orchestrated. Then my eyes catch Lukas. There is an amused expression on his face. I smirk. So this is his revenge, huh? This little monster student of mine. I slam the table, and my students have no choice but to transfer their attention to me. “Do you have anything you’d like to say to me?” I ask them. A look of fake shock appears on their faces. Then there is silence in the room. The students who had been talking before looked away from me. Some of them are looking down. They are probably ashamed to be caught up in this... What shall I call this? Lukas’ stupidity? “Anyone who’d like to speak up?
We arrive at Lukas’ house. It’s brand new. It has two levels and an attic. Some part of the walls are made of thick glass. The house is made of a strange metal that looks almost like mercury. “Have you cleaned lately?” I ask. “Of course not! Why would I clean?” “Ahm, because this is your house,” I say. Lukas pushes open the door. It’s metallic and is not making any sound. It’s different from the house I rented where the door handle is old and worn. “Maids come in every Friday and clean up before my father arrives for the weekend,” he informs. “You mean I won’t be able to talk to your father today?” “Why would you even want to talk to him?” “Because of your most recent offenses,” I say. “I also need to discuss with him about your education.” “Then you will need to ask for a schedule to meet with him. He’s a busy man,” he says. “Your family is in business, right?” “Why do you care?” he asks. He places his arms across his chest and stares me down. “Are you not going to leave,
Lukas is coming in from his other classes more consistently. He sits on the table beside the one that Alinn occupies. He is quieter, but from time to time, I catch him glancing at Alinn. He also learned the meaning of focus. And as a result, his quizzes are improving. As a teacher, I like these changes. “Teacher Cassie, my mother is outside. I will leave now,” Alinn informs. Lukas stands up at the same time that Alinn did. “I will come with—” “Don’t bother,” Alinn snaps. She is still furious at him for forcibly kissing her. Lukas watches her leave. His expression is a mixture of longing, confusion, and guilt. “I thought you said that nerds are uncool?” I ask, without taking my eyes off Alinn’s paper. “She’s not!” he complains. “You think she’s your adorable puppy, right?” “She is.” “Guess what? This sense of belongingness? That’s something she won’t like. First, you don’t own her. Second, you guys are too different. Not to mention that she currently hates you.” “You are the t
It’s the school’s midterm examination day. The students are all stressed out, including Lukas. He told me earlier that it was the first time he was nervous about exams. “I don’t know what to do,” Lukas shares. “This time, I really feel nervous about it.” “Nervous because you might be hated by Alinn forever?” I jest. We are in my classroom. Instead of the bathrooms, where students love to escape during their exams, he is lounging here, probably hoping to take a peek at Alinn. “Shouldn’t you return to the examination room?” I add. “You are right. I should.” Lukas stands up. However, the instant he does, the door bursts open, and Jason appears with a wide grin. “Guess what, Teacher Cassie?!” I look up at him. “What is it, Jason?” “Five of us in the school paper will go to the regionals!” “Oh,” I exclaim. Lukas leans towards me and asks, “What does that mean?” “That means they will write a feature about me in the school paper, and I will also treat them to nice food.” “Ha!” he
When I drop off Alinn at her house, we see Lukas sitting on the couch in the living room and talking to Mrs. Avery. Alinn retreats and is about to return to my car when I hold her arms. “Where are you going, little lady?” I ask, almost gagging at my own laughter. “This is your house.” “Alinn, welcome back!” Mrs. Avery greets. “You have a visitor.” Lukas’ gaze turns toward Alinn, and his lips curl into an embarrassed smile. “Congratulations,” he says. Alinn grimaces. “What are you doing here?!” “Alinn! Learn to treat your guest better.” She turns to her parents and purses her lips. “Sorry,” she apologizes, and Lukas grins. Alinn turns to look at me to ask for help. However, this time, I can’t. Lukas is a guest like me at her house. And so, I pat her shoulders and walk toward her parents. “Teacher Cassie, welcome to our house.” “Good day, Mrs. Avery.” I glance at Mr. Avery and bow my head at him. “I just dropped Alinn off, but I will leave soon.” “Stay for dinner,” Mrs. Avery
“Teacher Cassie, this is my father, Liam Chapman,” Lukas says with pride. “Father, this is Teacher Cassie.” When Liam Chapman approaches, I stand up and step back, hitting the back of my knee on the couch. His dark eyes are trained on me. He stretches his hand, and I retreat from him. “Nice to meet you,” he says. He takes my hand and shakes it. His grip is solid and warm. “I have heard so much about you. My son has been raving about you.” “Dad!” Lukas complains. “That’s not true!” Liam grins at his son and steps closer to me again. This time, his smile is on me as if we are old friends and he has known me forever. Well, he knows me, but on... only on a more physical level. His fingers brush my hand as he says, “I have wanted to meet you for a while, but you might reject the invitation.” Of course, I will! My mind screams. He is a picture of a dumb, but very sensuous mistake! Or rather, he looks as good as the day I thought he was Mr. Ellis. “It’s okay,” I say quickly, though I am
After my first class ends, I go back to the library to teach a class on literature and search for any coaching techniques for my new handles—the journalism team. I try not to think about Mark or Liam while I teach the class. I need to concentrate on the students who come to ask questions. However, the school is abuzz with hushed voices by the time lunchtime arrives. One of my co-teachers comes and says, “The principal is calling for us.” I wonder, what is it this time? When I reach the staff room, Mark is already talking to one of the senior teachers. They look at me with disdain, as if I should not be called here. They speak in low voices while glancing at me, their eyes full of contempt. “What is happening?” My co-teacher cannot answer because Principal Abra is coming out of his office. “I am sure you have heard the rumor.” He clears his throat before saying, “but none of it is true.” He glances at me and then at the teachers. “Teacher Cassie is not my mistress. I also don’t hav