Benefits With My Teacher

BWMT- 18

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I stared at the chalkboard in front of me filled with letters and dots. Groaning in frustration, I grabbed my pen and started ‘copying’ the notes which just turned into scribbles by the time the ink reached the paper.

My creative pen scribbles turned into swears, more specifically: Fuck, I can’t understand any of this shit. I grabbed my bright colored green pen and scribbled more colorful words. I made another silent groan as Mr. West added more alien symbols on the board.

“Any questions with today’s activity?” he announced to the class, turning from the board. As if by reflex, my hand shot up like lightning. “Yes Ms. Ellison?”

“Can you repeat everything you said? Like from the top?”

“I would be glad to but it looks like we haven’t got enough time.” He said, glancing at his wristwatch. “May I suggest you stay after class so that we can discuss you need of a tutor maybe?”

“Do I have to?” I whined but sighed in agreement anyways. I still wanted to pass this class. “Fine.”

“Good. Now, any more questions?”

A few hands shot up just in time for the bell to ring. Wow, what a stroke of luck for Mr. West.

“Sad to say it’s already time so read chapter seven in advance. Hope and pray you’ll understand this lesson.” He joked as students like me were already packing our stuff, eager to leave. “Now go and scurry off. Except for you Ms. Ellison.”

I twisted my heel to face him, trudging towards his desk. He leaned on his desk, his left hand on top of it for support. Ha, heavy ass. He removed his glasses and faced me.

“You seriously don’t get the lesson, do you?” he queries, looking at me.

“Not a single word.” I growled. “So, who did I get?”

“Pardon?”

“Tutor, just like what you suggested earlier.”

“I would give you one but it looks like most of the class is actually struggling to understand the lesson. So no tutors are available.” He laughed lightly.

“But how on earth will I pass?” I whined crossing my arms.

“Don’t worry you will.” He winked. “See me after school here.”

“I got work.”

“A few minutes won’t hurt Ms. Ellison. Now off you go.” He waved his hand dismissively at me. “Go now. Shoo. Get your ass going.”

I stared at him weirdly before letting my legs move and finally out of his room. I started to walk, fast. My next subject will be starting soon. Students around started running to their rooms and when I reached my room, the bell rang as I let a small victory dance in my head. Just my luck.

“Looks like someone’s luck is on her side.”

I looked up to see my English teacher, Mrs. Johansen smiling at me. This was probably the first time I wasn’t late to her class for the whole week. And today’s Friday. I smiled back at her. She was one of the nicest teachers I’ve ever met. Well probably the only nice teacher. Unlike the others cough, Mr. West, cough. Mr. West wasn’t nice. He’s an annoying, conceited and most of all perverted teacher ever. But I gotta give him kudos for being hot.

“So your assignment is to read pages 73- 89. It ain’t that long.”

The entire room sighed, including me. I had no intentions of reading books, maybe except for novels but school books? Nah.