Teacher Vs. Teacher \\ H.S. - English Translation

1. Teenage Dirtbag

"Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby."

"Screw you, Styles ! Give me my notebook back !"

He just turned back and raised his eyebrow. His smile was the most annoying thing I've ever seen.

"Oh, damn Evans. It looks like I took your notebook again. My fault."

Mister Styles shrugged and faked a smile. I walked to him and snatched my notebook out of his hands. He laughed and he shook his head, but I ignored him and let the sound of my high heels knocking the floor be the one that I hear, not that idiot's laugh.

"Good morning, guys ! Please take a seat and open your books. Today we are going to talk about one of the theories of Pythagoras. So if you are going to talk to each other or make any other sound, you should leave the class now.  You get it ?" Nobody commented so I started talking and teaching while the pupils were taking their notes.

I was interrupted by the sound of the classroom door, opening suddenly. I glared at the man who had just entered.

"It seems that my students are in practice. So ... What are we doing today?"

I closed my notebook, faking a smile, while the students looked at me with weird expressions.

"What am I doing today, mister Styles. You have nothing to do, huh?"

"Not at all! Guys, which lesson?" He said, as he pulled up a chair, next to the desk.

I stretched the pen between my fingers, lifting up my glasses. If I wasn't in front of the class, I would probably growl at mister Styles. He's obnoxious, rude, arrogant and annoying. But, sadly, the principal always taught he's twice better than me as a teacher.

"It supposed to be radical function, but miss Evans said that she's going to talk about Pythagoras." A girl from behind the class said.

"Perfect!"

He stood up, walking over the board, and taking the white chalk in his hand. I gritted my teeth.

"If you're planning to take my class, you should submit a dossier to the principal's office. But for now, this is my class." I yelled at him while I stood up taking my notebook in my hands. "And if you don't want to be hitted with this, you'd better go." I whispered , for only him to hear.

He nodded, leaving the chalk at the corner of the blackboard.

"Fine."

He got out from the classroom, slamming the door. Perfect. I calmed down quickly, opening the book and starting to teach the new lesson.

***

     I was moving fast through the rain and trying to cover my head with a plastic folder. When I got to the bus station, I sat on the bench, shaking my arms. It was raining with cats and dogs even if in this morning was pretty warm. I just realised that Mr. Malik was sitting next to me, completing a crossword puzzle. He was soaking wet as well.

     "What a bad day to wear converse !" He muttered.

       "This is definitely a bad day."

He looked at me and smirked.

     "What's the matter ? Styles and the rain ?"

I sighed.

     "Styles and Styles." I answered. He just smirked again."Anyway, are you going to solve crosswords here ?"

      "Yeah. Why not ? I'm having so much fun."