I'm just a teacher (Never fall in love with a young thug pt 2)

I'm just a teacher

My hands were sweaty as I quickly twisted the cold metal doorknob attached to the wooden door. I slowly stepped into the room, my black flats barely made a sound against the wooden floor. I glanced to my left, my eyes coming in contact with other eyes. About fifteen other students were sitting in seats. I smiled briefly before I made my way over to the wooden desk and chair that was in the front of the classroom.

"WHAT'S YOUR NAME? MS. LEE?".

I sighed lowly, I was very aware of the racist comment that had been said but I chose to simply ignore it. Slight giggling erupted from a few student lips.

I placed my black briefcase filled with papers of today's lesson on the wooden desk and glanced around at each of the students faces.

Before I sat down I decided to introduce myself.

"My name is June Aiko, but I would prefer if you all call me Ms. Aiko," I stated.

"Can we call you June?" A blonde haired girl who sat in the front seat asked. Her voice was delicate and angelic, why was she in a school like this?

"If you would like," I responded with a smile.

"Can she call you teacher's pet, cuz that's what you are," A boy with pretty olive green eyes and braids smirked as he slouched in his seat.

The blonde haired girl shifted in her seat, obviously embarrassed.

"How about I go around the room and each of you tell me your name, age, and what you like to do?" I asked while pointing at the blonde haired girl. "Starting with you,".

She stood up from her seat, poking her small chest out a bit. I noticed how she was dressed. A pink polo sweater with a cashmere cream skirt, and a pair of pretty pink heels. She was dressed better than me. Her parents must have been rich. Then, the same question rung in my head. What was she doing in a school like this?

"My name is Heather an-,".

"And I like to eat pussy all day because I'm a fucking dyke," The boy with olive green eyes and braids interrupted her.

"FUCK YOU MELVIN!" The girl shot back while sticking her middle finger up at him.

"Please do not use profanity in my class," I added, stopping their mini argument before it started.

"What the hell is pro-fan-nedy? A baby faced girl with wild red curls sitting on top of her head questioned.

"Profanity is cursing for example the word Bitch, Nigga, Shit, Ass, Fuck, Pussy, Cunt, Gay, Dyke, Lesbian or Dick is not allowed to be said in my classroom," I explained as I quickly sat down on the swirly seat that was provided for me.

"Heather you may continue,".

She looked a little astonished at me saying all those curse words but she continued talking about herself, like I told her to.

"I'm 16 and I like to read," She finished.

"Okay, You go now," I narrowed my eyes at the boy who interrupted Heather.

"Damn ma, eyeing me like you want the di-,". He chuckled to stop himself from saying a curse word. "My name is Melvin, I'm 17, and what do I like to do," He thought out loud while tapping his chin with a pen he was holding.

"Ohhhh I like to fuck bitches," He smirked while slapping hands with a guy sitting beside him.

"Melvin, I'm very sure that you heard me say no profanity in my class," I reminded.

"Okay Ms. Lee- I mean Ms. Aiko," He laughed.

"Or racist comments," I added before shifting my attention to a quiet boy sitting in the back. He had black headphones plugged into his ears, slightly shielding the sparkling stud earrings he had on. I could only see half of his face since he was basically secluding himself from the rest of the class but I could see a tattoo that read 'Made' aligned vertically in front of his ear.