MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

(II)

- Study a lot, tomorrow's exam won't be easy at all - I turn to the class, seeing everyone studying for the test.

So inconsequential. How do you want to become someone in this life, in today's world with this childish mentality? This is something that will never enter my mind, even though it is not a great example outside of this school.

I have a perfect life, money, houses, everything anyone could wish for, but I was forced to study years and years in advance to become a mere biology teacher to protect my father's image.

I don't hate my job, but I don't like it very much either, after all, no one deserves to live with a lot of students who are always eating each other in some corner of this place.

I'm very strict with everyone. I don't tolerate delays, grades below D, or anything that can take the tranquility out of my life.

But by irony of fate, the girl I've been watching for three damn years, always manages to annoy me by doing everything I don't like.

Malia gets good grades in all of her classes except mine! She arrives on time in all of her classes, except mine!

I don't know if this is some kind of provocation to make me lose my mind.

I just know that I'm reaching my limit.

Speaking of the girl, I see her shadow at the door, waiting for the bell to ring to enter and be in detention. The curly holds the straps of her backpack, staring at her feet, with a worried expression on her face.

The bell rings, and my students get up euphoric, leaving through the door in agglomeration.

I turn to my desk, storing my subjects in the folders and the pens in the pencil case, placing them in the corner of the table, leaving only the notebook open in the center of the table.

I glance Malia entering the room, in silence she walks to the last table in the middle row, putting her backpack on the floor.

I raise my gaze, turning my face to see who is entering the room. I hold myself not to roll my eyes as soon as I see Hailey glued to my desk, with a peculiar smile on her lips. The girl leans forward a little, wrapping her blonde hair around her finger.

But what the fuck does this girl want this time?

I've lost count of how many times this girl threw herself at me, talking about her low grades and asking the best way to recover them. Her intention is clear, and she doesn't give up, even though I treat her like a simple student.

Hailey is beautiful, I confess, she has a curvy body, straight blond hair, brown eyes and an impeccable smile, but it doesn't fill my eyes. And I won't give any more reasons for these futile students to talk about my reputation with women.

- Teacher Cantrell - the girl calls, making me blink and get out of my thoughts, looking at her, waiting for her to say what she wants.

- Yes - I frown, turning my chair in her direction, crossing my legs and looking at the door.

Her weird friends are trying to hide in the corner of the door, but they fail miserably. Pathetic.

I look at the girl again, resting my arm on the table and touching my face to her hand.

- they are asking to interview the school teachers, and you are next on the list - she says excitedly, turning her face back quickly, with a big smile on her lips

- feel free - I get up form the chair, uncrossing my legs.

- First, how old are you? - I let out a smile, exactly what they want.

-Twenty-three - I say, crossing my arms, turning my face towards Malia, who is facing the situation with curiosity.

- Are you in a relationship? - I turn again to the blonde, making a beak on her lips while I think about answering.

- I'm not - I inform, and the girl's smile grows.

- Do you like women? - her question doesn't take me by surprise, I get several questions about it.

- I will say so - I say, and Halley closes the small notebook that is in her hands, looking at me in a satisfied and in an intriguing way.

- thank you for answering, Cantrall! - she turns around, doing a small celebration with her friends.

I run my hand over my face, feeling tired. So many things happening, so many sleepless nights, I really don't know how to have control of everything.

I get up from the chair and walk in calm, steps to the door, turning the key and closing the small glass that gave view outside.

Students are officially released, allowing teachers to keep the doors and curtains closed, even if they have students in detention.

I walk to the other side of the room, closing the curtains of the large windows, leaving the room a more closed space.

I turn to Malia, who quickly looks away from the painting on the wall, moving her long black nails.

It's been three years watching this girl to discover something more from her father, but it went out, when I started to feel an insatiable desire for the sweet girl.

- Baker - I call her, and she turns her face, looking at me intrigued. - you did terrible in the test - I confess to her, remembering that the girl got only one question right. - you know that if it continues like this I'll have to take other measures and tell the director to fix it, right? - I approach her table, watching the girl swallow dry.

- you don't need to keep reminding me, I know I can't get anything right from your tests - the girl rolls her eyes, crossing her arms below her breasts, making her shirt move away the open buttons.

The girl came very indecent in today's class, making me sigh heavily, feeling my feelings and my sanity escape.

- what would the principal do if he knew that one of the school students is coming with nothing under her skirt?

- I ask, resting my hands on your table, leaning forward.

Malia lowers her head, embarrassed, with reddened cheeks, and lowers her hands, placing them on her to covered her thighs.

- a teacher shouldn't be noticing that - she says low, but I can notice her cynical tone.

I take a deep breath, looking at the girl who is sitting in front of me, embarrassed because she knew that I noticed that she's without panties, and that's really something unpleasant.

Or is it adorable?