I Adopted My Teacher (Under Edit)

8- Do You Believe In Lycantrophy?

The bell rang just after Mrs. Dubois finished writing down our assignment on the board. We had to make an essay about a Greek God which we had a particular interest in. I don't know who I'd choose yet, though the name 'Apollo' makes me consider it.

"Deadline is next Wednesday so be ready! I'll only accept handwritten." Mrs. D called out as everyone slowly walked out from the door. It could only fit one or two people so we had to form a line. Once I got out, I quickly walked towards my locker, opened my lock, then grabbed my Science textbook. It was very thick and heavy, which is not a good combination with my also heavy binder, filled with notes and papers from other classes.

The bell rang again just in time I walked in the science lab. Mr. Larson was sitting down, with glasses on. It looked cute on him. Over the weeks he'd been teaching us, he always made sure it was fun and memorable, and not boring and long. I looked at our Undeniably Gorgeous Science Teacher and noticed he was wearing an arm sling- there was a hard bandage wrapped before his elbows to his wrist. He fractured his left arm.

"Good morning, Mr. Larson." A girl in my grade said. She was Brittany Mikaelson, aka Night Rider. People call her that because a rumour had spread last year that Brittany slept with older guys who rode those big bikes like a Harley Davidson or KTMs. Rumours say she meets the guys in the bar, where she flirts her way to going in.

"Hello, Brittany." Mr. L greeted her back when I sat down. Angela shuffled her way inside, and she looked tired. She yawned, greeted our teacher, then sat next to me.

"You okay?" I asked her. She gave me a thumbs up. "Sophie kept me up all night." She said with a yawn. Sophie was her cousin, and I think Angela's mom adopted her. I nodded, opening my textbook to the chapter we were in. Evolution. We were just discussing about pathogens yesterday, which are the things that cause diseases if I'm not mistaken.

"What happened, Mr. Lars?" A grade 11 asked. Mr. Larson stood up and opened his textbook, same page I was on. He looked at me through his glasses, the reflection of the fluorescent lights shining his eyes, then looked at the far back where the grade 11 guy was sitting. His name was Johnny, a 16 year old with chocolate brown skin. He was really nice to everyone.

"Accident. I'm good now. All is good." Undeniably Gorgeous Science Teacher said, smiling.

All is good. That phrase sounds familiar. I've heard of it before.

Does it now?

"Apollo get the fuck out of my head, I'm in class." I said in an annoyed tone in my mind. I heard laughing, then from the corner of my eye I saw the Undeniably Gorgeous Science Teacher staring at me with an eyebrow raised.

He looked like he was waiting for me to say something.

"Ms. Cooper," he said. "If you want to daydream in class all day, I suggest you go to the student lounge and dream whatever you please."

The whole class began laughing and my cheeks turned beet red. What happened to being a nice teacher?!

I looked down, blushing.

"As I was saying, today, you're all working in partners and write a maximum 8-page report," the class groaned. "On a certain disease. I will assign you a partner, and tell you what disease you'll be working on." The class groaned again, then I heard whispers. Mr. L began grouping us in 2, and the odds weren't in my favour. Angela was assigned to some other guy. I was with Brittany. Great.

"Brittany, Allison, you will be working on Lycantrophy. It is a kind of mental condition. Clinical Lycantrophy is a rare disorder" Mr. Larson said, giving us a sheet of paper that says the criteria and rubric. Brittany popped her bubblegum, which I believe is against student conduct, but she did it anyway. Undeniably Gorgeous and Sassy Science Teacher didn't seemed to mind.