"Sir why are you always so interested in what I'm doing...Dont you have other students to tend to?" Wynter asked as she clinged to the books in her hands,
Mr. Raines chuckled as his eyes scanned his favorite student. It was never his plan to fall f...
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Finally after a two seemingly long Shakespeare classes it was time for me to go home and relax for awhile. I have work to do when I get home but I rather be there than on campus.
As I placed my mac book in my computer bag I heard soft knocks on my office door.
Who coulda really a bother me right now,
I sighed to myself allowing the computer bag to fall flat on its face as I went to see who decided to pay me an unpleasant visit when mi ready fi leave.
When I opened the door the word unpleasant instantly flew through the window, this just got way more interesting.
There she stood looking up at me innocently with a brown folder and her phone in hand.
The woman who's been consuming my thoughts lately...in other words my favorite delinquent student.
Instead of saying anything I step aside making a gesture for her to enter the small private space.
She stares at me for a few seconds as she nervously grips her phone, but she eventually steps inside after which I close the door behind her.
" To what do I owe this pleasurable visit Ms.Santos?" I say just to pull her legs.
I mean I love the look on her face when she's nervous. It just makes her even more attractive,
"I just came to give you my essay and apologize for my absence today." She replies handing me the folder in her hand.
I take it and glance through it for a few seconds before placing it on my desk. The essay is the least of my worries right now.
"Why weren't you at class this morning?" I ask, because I mean why not, as her teacher I need a valid excuse as to why she's missing my class, this is the second time since the semester started.
She looks down at her fingers for a few seconds and for the first time since I've met Wynter she looked a little sad. I could sense it in her body language.
