Lessons From Throne

Chapter Eleven

ONE WEEK LATER

"You have been so giddy lately," Sev points out with a smile. The bell had rung by now but I was waiting for Mr. Stewart to walk in. "Maybe he isn't here," she points out. My eyes narrowed in confusion.

"How'd you know I was looking for him," I asked. She rolled her eyes and put her feet in my lap. "Because we all are, the hell. And also, you two have been getting closer so why wouldn't you be," she said nonchalantly. I turned my head back around to look at the door.

"Why wouldn't I be," I mumbled. As soon as I spoke another dude walked in, he was in a suit and looked really professional, but he was hot as hell. My eyes ran over him and you could immediately tell he had wrestling experience, it's the same way wrestlers at the school walk.

My bottom lip came between my teeth as my mind went to all the things it shouldn't. He could break me in half, and all the other girls seemed to like it, so I said what they wanted. "Are you the sub," I ask innocently. He smiled at me and then shook his head. "No, I'm looking for Mr. Stewart to sign off on my grades," he started walking towards me. I looked up at him and saw that his ID card made him a junior. Well that will be illegal by the end of the year.

He had pulled a chair up to my desk so now Sev and I were both facing him. "Are you my teacher," he smirked but laughed afterwards. "I'm a senior honey, there's no point," I joke. He had scoffed and shook his head. "She doesn't really mind," Sev had whispered. I laughed at her and then put my attention back to the junior in front of me.

"So why does Mr. Stewart need to sign on your grades," I asked him, picking at the folded piece of paper that was in his hands. "I wrestle but my grades were low so I need him to confirm I got my grade back up," he explains as I look it over. He went from a 67% to an 83% which is pretty good.

"I just want to know how the hell you even had a 67% in this class in the first place," I ask him, folding it again and then handing the paper back to him. He shrugs and puts it in the back pocket of his pants. They looked really good on him, but Mr. Stewart always looked better in his suits. "I've never been good at English. What do you have," he asked me. Sev immediately took the opportunity to talk me up.

"She has a 104.86, she took extra credit a few times for the writing assignments," I shrugged feeling embarrassed by it. I would've just told him that I had a 100 or something.

"Wow, I need a tutor anyway. I like smart women," he smirks but it was short-lived. Mr. Stewart popped up behind the junior boy whose name I didn't even know and cleared his throat. "Excuse me, why are you in my classroom," he spoke very softly but with substance, which made him turn around and stand up immediately.

"I just needed you to sign this, sir," he said as he handed the paper. Mr. Stewart looked over the paper and placed it on the stack in his hand to sign it. The blue pen he pulled from his pocket in his shirt was gripped in his hand as the veins and lines popped out. His hands were the most attractive things I've ever seen on this planet.

"Next time you can flirt with my students on your own time, James," he clears his throat after handing the sheet back to 'James'. Before he left, Sev called his name, which brought the attention of Mr. Stewart over to me. We locked eyes for a split second before I noticed a familiar phone being handed to James. It was mine that she had taken from my backpack and opened it on a new contact.

I scoffed and looked back at her "Sev," and she just made an innocent smile. "That's my phone," I exclaimed. James handed it back to me with a wink before leaving. I held it in my hand hesitantly as I made eye contact with my teacher once again. He looked absolutely pissed with me before he turned away from me, an "oh my god," coming from his lips in annoyance.

I faced front in my seat again, my eyes wide in basic terror and Sev looked at me from the side. "You look like you just shit yourself, but why is he acting so territorial," she whispered so Mr. Stewart couldn't hear us. I kept looking forward as I dropped my phone on my desk, I felt like I was going to shit myself.

He probably doesn't like me anymore and we barely had any time to talk about what happened after the week before.

"I have no idea, Sev," I said sadly.

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It was about ten minutes later into the class now and Mr. Stewart was very uptight. He had taken off his jacket during the middle of a sentence and wiggled his fingers around. I watched as he missed my corner of the room many times on purpose. We were reviewing classic literature, which he couldn't get enough of apparently, and asking us types of literary devices.

He was asking us about the comparison between Mercutio and Romeo and Drummle and Startop. I immediately raised my hand as I realized they were foils but just like before, he ignored my hand.

"Similar plots," a girl suggested but he ignored her and called on another student. "Both have underlying plots compared to another," he said out loud. Mr. Stewart raised his eyebrows as he eyes rolled up slightly in agreement. The thing about discussions in Mr. Stewart's class was either you got it precisely right or not at all. If you got it wrong, he skipped over you as if your blatantly wrong idea didn't exist. If it wasn't the exact term, it was the same. If it was something he hadn't thought of, he'd give you slight approval like he did with the boy.

I leaned over to Sev and told her to raise her hand and say foil. She stared at me with a slight look of disapproval and confusion but raised her hand anyway.

She put on a fake smile as she raised her hand and shook it slightly. The way she smiled was slightly seductive and made me sneer at her in jealousy. Any time she could've chosen to be cute and flirty but at the moment my one interest was mad at me, she did it now. Mr. Stewart barely looked over at us as he pointed a finger at her.

"A foil, Mr. Stewart," she said confidently with my answer. Good. He snapped his head over quickly before looking between us shortly. "Did you get your answer from A+ Layla, Sev," he asked. I heard a few gasps but other than that it was silent. I put my chin in my hand and looked at him, making sure I showed that I wasn't fazed.

"I was doing an experiment," I said, starting before I knew what I was saying. "Trying to see if you were not picking on me," I said confidently. I was happily digging my grave, fuck.

Mr. Stewart opened his mouth to say something and my eyebrows jumped up but he closed it again, waving me off and continuing to teach his class.

I snickered to myself which stopped him from writing on the board for a split second that I noticed. Sev looked at me and leaned in.

"He's mad about something," she said in astonishment, "but it's hot," I nodded in agreement and smiled to myself. "Oh, I know it is," and she only gawked to herself as I finally admitted it to someone else.