Cravingz [Editing]

Ch.7

Mr. Tate POV

Ashelyonna was present and early as usual.

I wonder if she remembers our little encounter?

I wonder if she enjoyed it?

Ofc she did.

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"Good morning Mr. Tate." Amber a curly head blonde, seductively said as she deliberately ran her hand across my shoulder.

"Good morning Amber." I smiled at her pathetic excuse for a flirt.

Gathering my stuff to start the class, everyone was doing there own thing.

Some students sat on desk tops, some were gossiping, drooling at me ofc and my personal favorite Lyonna reading her novel.
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"Why is Literature so complicated?" A student in the back row whispered to to there friend.

"It's Soo boring." Another replied.

Sighing at how difficult the students are being they weren't even engaged in the lesson and I don't blame them with the lesson plan Mrs. Nicole planned I'm surprised how I'm not asleep teaching this.

"Alright students change of plan because honestly this, this crap." I chuckled throwing down the textbook, that wasn't even gonna be used in this semesters paper.

"Instead of reading this boring book, let's create poems and say them openly in class?" I suggested which grabbed everyone's attention including Ashelyonna's.

She's always had a passion for writing and I've admire her work not directly but indirectly when she left scribbles of broken poetry on the back pages of her books especially in her Literature and English books.

"Alright! Mr. Tate.." Micheal a brunette boy cheered and the entire class agreed.

"Okay guys settle down now, less talking and more writing. Let's see how good your English is." I snickered at the statement since I'm the one that taught them the subject.

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Lol soooo .... No comment 😊😏what Ashelyonna's gonna write about?