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6 | Favourite Student

Music Companion : Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez

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"Mr. Jeon!" My blood boiled at the chirpy voice which had called the name, infuriating me to the brim but flaring up the level of my anger effortlessly.

This had been going on for some time now. For a while, I had truly made the mistake of assuming that those losers wanted to study, but it wasn't very late when I finally comprehended what were their real intentions.

These goddamn teacher's pets- fucking pathetic losers.

As time passed by, Mr. Jeon's attention which was previously entirely on me and me only, had steered but divided amongst these losers who would call him not only to ogle at his built physique but also learn nothing in the process. Mr. Jeon being a gentleman, would always explain the questions no matter how many times they asked him to.

"Look how obvious May is, her eyes aren't even on the paper," Seulgi's words raised another volcano of anger within me, shifting my eyes at the girl who was gawking at the slightly revealed chest of my- my teacher.

My teacher...

How different was I then?

"Miss Topper," My body tensed suddenly, hearing the attractive voice of the most astonishing man in the world for me. My gaze rushed up and passed over his broad and hot shoulders, getting shy but staring back into his alluring eyes.

I could just get lost within them.

"Yes sir!" My voice came out a little high-pitched as I cleared my throat, biting my lip and walking close to where he stood, feeling the need to slaughter those girls and guys who were making my crush tired over foolish atrocities.

"Could you be a sweetheart and bring over the worksheets I prepared for you all from the staff room?" He asked, just so benign and sweet-tempered as always.

I smiled back sweetly, nodding my head. Just as I was about to turn, Mr. Jeon, just so speedily brought his face dangerously close to my ear, murmuring in his honey-like pleasant, deep voice, "Thank you, my favorite student."

I breathed heavily, fulfilling his wish almost immediately. I was panting by the time I stood in front of the classroom again, holding the moderately heavy stack of sheets that Mr. Jeon must've put his precious efforts on. 3 minutes to go out on a separate floor and come back?

Nice.

I knocked on the open door although it wasn't necessary. Actually, it was, to make Mr. Jeon realize that I'd do anything for him. Anything.

However, my teacher's head was faced away from me, big and broad shoulders in my view as the loud commotion bounced around the annoying classroom, drowning the sounds of my knocks easily.

Sighing, I entered by myself and placed the papers on the table. To my displeasure, Yoona walked straight towards me, motioning to get out but halted right before me, "You know, Mr. Jeon just now called me his favorite student." She said smirking, finger twirling the fucked up strands of her dyed blonde hair.

Looking back into her eyes, confidence concentrated with sickly saccharine, I giggled. "How flattering to see him do charity work, indeed."

Yoona scowled at me but went in her way, leaving me alone with built-up anger and sadness. Favorite student? My ass. She must've heard Mr. Jeon call me by the endearment and lied just to get on my nerves. Bitch.

Instead of moving to Mr. Jeon first who was still at the other bitch, May's table, and explaining her the answer only God knows how many fricken times, I sat back down on my chair, leaning back and glancing at my best friend. Seulgi was doodling on her notebook, glancing at me but lifting up one side of her lips in interest, "Isn't Mr. Jeon just so goddamn hot? I've been ogling at that thick ass and I just know it tastes like candies, juicy."