Episode:7
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LETS CONTINUE:
Later That Evening…
After the rollercoaster of a day, Sarah was finally back home, wrapped in a cozy blanket, sipping on some soup her mom had made . Her head was sore, sure, but what hurt more was the absolute embarrassment overload she had endured. One moment, she was arguing silently with Pinky, the next — BAM! Headfirst into the bench. Blood. Screams. Slaps.
And then there was Alex... lifting her like a princess in some K-drama moment straight off Netflix.
"Ughhhh... why does my life feel like a soap opera on steroids?" Sarah muttered into her soup.
She tried to sleep, but her dreams were a wild mashup of math formulas, Pinky body-slamming Riya WWE-style, and Alex dramatically whispering, "My Sarah…" as thunder cracked in the background.
The Next Morning:
Sarah arrived at school with a comically oversized bandage on her forehead that made her look like a Pokémon trainer who lost a fight with a vending machine.
As she stepped through the gates, whispers spread like wildfire.
“Is that the girl Alex sir carried?”
“Was it true? Riya pushed her??”
“Is this… romance?! Or war?!”
Sarah wanted to die. Again. Preferably in peace this time.
She trudged toward her classroom when suddenly—WHAM!—Pinky threw her arms around her.
“SARAHHHH! You okay??!
I thought I was going to break Riya’s nose yesterday. Or your skull. Or both. ”
Sarah chuckled weakly. “Yeah. I’m okay. My head feels like mashed potatoes, but I’m alive.”
They giggled.
Meanwhile, Inside the Staff Room…
Alex sat at his desk, furiously typing something into his laptop. But his eyes kept drifting to the empty attendance list beside Sarah’s name from yesterday’s last class. His jaw clenched.
"How dare she hurt my student… My Sarah…"
Another teacher peeked in. “Alex, are you okay? You’re scribbling that pen like it owes you money.”
Alex looked up, forcing a calm smile. “Fine. Just... focused.”
But internally? He was one Riya smirk away from flipping a table.
Later in Class…
Sarah and Pinky walked in, taking their usual last-row seats. Riya, still dramatic as ever, sat front and center, pretending she was the reincarnation of Einstein with lip gloss.
Alex walked in. And for a moment, he did not smile. The class fell into an eerie silence.
Even the ceiling fan slowed down.
He adjusted his glasses (unnecessarily dramatically) and looked directly at Riya.
“Let me be very clear. If anyone causes trouble in my class again, they won’t just be facing school discipline… they’ll be facing me.”
His voice was calm. Too calm. Like the silence before a hurricane.
Riya shrunk back in her seat. For the first time in forever… she wasn’t smirking.
Then his eyes softened as they met Sarah’s. Her ears turned pink. She quickly looked down at her notebook, scribbling fake notes that looked suspiciously like “ALEX = .”
After Class…
As the bell rang, Pinky stretched like a tired cat and stood up.
But Alex called out, “Sarah, can you stay a moment?”
Pinky gave her a cheeky wink before skipping away.
“Ooooohh~ I’ll wait outside, don’t fall in love too hard~”
Sarah glared at her. Then turned nervously toward Alex.
He walked over slowly. “How’s your head?”
She nodded. “Better. Thanks to you. And, um… sorry for all the chaos yesterday.”
He chuckled. “You’re not the one who caused it.”
Sarah smiled shyly. Then looked down.
“It’s just… I really didn’t want to be that student. The drama girl. The chaos magnet. Now everyone thinks I’m trying to get attention or something.”
Alex studied her quietly. “Sarah… you are nothing like Riya. You’re strong. Even if you don’t always see it.”
Sarah blinked, stunned. “T-thank you, sir…”
They both stood there for a second too long, lost in some awkwardly adorable eye contact.
Then she cleared her throat, “I should… go…”
Alex nodded. “Want me to drop you again?”
Sarah waved her hands in panic,
“NO! I mean, I’m okay.
It’s not like I’m going to fall into a volcano today or anything.”
Alex laughed out loud, shaking his head. “Alright. But if anyone else dares to touch you again…”
His eyes darkened. A promise lingering in his tone.
Sarah swallowed, then smiled nervously. “Thanks, sir.”
Outside the Classroom…
Pinky was waiting, arms crossed like a proud mom. “Soooooo… what did he say? Did he confess his love? Did he propose? Are you getting married next semester?”
Sarah bonked her lightly on the head. “Shut up. Nothing happened.”
Pinky wiggled her eyebrows. “Nothing yet.”
They both laughed, walking down the hallway, side by side.
Meanwhile, Back in the Staff Room…
Alex sat down, pulled out his laptop again, and opened a document titled:
“Student Disciplinary Report – Riya Sharma.”
But before submitting it, he opened another tab…
“Head Injury Treatment – Recovery Tips.”
He read carefully, scrolling down to the food section.
“Maybe I should bring her something healthy tomorrow…”
He thought, already imagining her blush when he handed her a lunchbox.
And just like that…
The teacher-student chaos saga continued…
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