kwant pov:
i hate this stupid school. i will never believe any student could hate this place more than i could. everyone hates my subject. everyone hates me. i'm too emo and depressed for this.
it's the first day of school and i have to teach my first class. h3m.
i'm looking at the list of people attending this class. and that is when i first saw her eyes. as blue as the ocean. gorgeous eyelashes. and those black pupils.
the bell rang. i was going to meet her.
as the children walked into the class and i had to keep a straight face while pretending i did not have a boner i didn't see her.
where was she?
it was ten minutes into the class. i was making hilarious jokes but no one seemed to be laughing.
the door burst open and then i saw her for the first time as a living little girl. i almost came just by looking at her.
that sexy tweety messenger bag and 30 necklaces around her neck. i was praying my hand could once replace those. and that hair. just perfect for the stuff i had been thinking about doing to her when i saw her for the first time on the list.
"sorry i'm late, but tbh i don't really care. where do i sit?" she said with a smirk.
what an attitude. i had to fix that.
"uhh, just sit wherever" i answered trying to keep my cool.
