In Love With My Teacher

Minions

**Chapter 2**

**Rosa's POV**

Shit!

Why do I have to see them now? I wasn't in the mood for anything nasty this morning.

"Where do you think you're going?" Christy's voice rang out as the trio stepped in front of me.

I rolled my eyes and turned away.

"I'm going to class," I replied, taking the stairs.

"What about what we discussed?" Maryam smirked.

"And I thought I told you all that I would think about it," I snapped back.

"Have you done what I asked? Have you taken care of it?" I glared at each of them as they hung their heads.

I smirked and climbed back down the stairs to confront them.

"Are you kidding me? You haven't done what I asked? Do I look like a joke to you?"

"W-We... we are sorry," Freda stuttered.

Yeah, they were my minions. Part of what I was infamous for was bullying.

No one—absolutely no one—could dare stand up to me or talk back.

"You're sorry? Oh, really? First of all, you all sat there and watched that b***h talk back to me, and now you're sorry?" I growled.

"I want to see her dealt with by the end of today. I want her to feel so intimidated that when she sees me, she won't even dare to look at me, let alone talk back!" My anger boiled over, fueled by my morning experience with my mom.

I thought about avoiding them, but they wouldn’t let me be, all because of the little favor they wanted from me.

"You’re all worthless pieces of trash!" I yelled at them and angrily climbed up the stairs.

They may be the anti-goddesses, but I was their master.

I should have just skipped class and hung around until school was over, but I wanted to be in class and at least cause some trouble.

That would help lift my spirits, at least a little.

I hadn’t even settled into my seat when Chelsea walked in—the girl who dared to talk back to me.

I grinned as she entered with her lowlife friend, Dylan, who was just as worthless as she was. Chelsea took her seat, and shortly after, the three idiots I called friends walked in.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the first class.

I growled in frustration since I wasn’t able to do what I wanted.

"Good morning, class!" the teacher said with his sweet baritone voice, which always made me perk up.

Mr. Charlie!

I hated teachers. In fact, I thought they were some of the most worthless beings on earth. I just couldn’t understand why anyone would work so hard for peanuts.

They were the perfect example of "Work like an elephant but eat like an ant." What was even more annoying was how happy they always appeared.

But Mr. Charlie was different. It wasn’t just his looks or the serious expression in his eyes. It was his charisma and how he stood apart from the other teachers.

I often thought he would have suited a career as a celebrity—a singer, actor, or model. I just couldn’t figure out why he settled for this kind of job.

"I won’t tolerate any noise in my class!" he said grumpily before diving into the lesson.

He was always cold and serious, earning the nickname "Mr. Grumpy." He hardly smiled, but when he did, it was breathtaking. He was the students' teacher.

Many students looked up to him as an idol and role model because he embodied all the qualities one could seek in a teacher and a responsible adult.

His personality, along with his kindhearted and attentive nature toward the school and students, endeared him to many. I could confidently say he was the favorite teacher of at least 90% of the students at Moorim High.

Resting my palm under my chin, I smiled as I watched him. I could never get over his beautiful eyes—they were so loving and captivating. His long lashes and small pink lips always left me salivating.

"That would be all. Make sure to turn in your assignments to the class representative," he said, gathering his books before walking out of the classroom.

Ahh! Why did the class have to end? I mumbled angrily to myself.

I hadn’t heard a word he said throughout the lesson because I was lost in my thoughts.

"We know how much you like pretty things, but girl, don’t you think the staring was a bit excessive? I could literally feel your eyes boring holes into his skin," Freda teased, causing me to roll my eyes.

"One might think you have a crush on him," Maryam added, and they all burst into laughter.

"Speaking of pretty things, I saw a gorgeous gown on my way to school this morning," I interjected, glancing at them.

The smiles on their faces vanished as they realized what I was about to say next.

"No, no. We absolutely can't do that today," Christy said, waving her hand.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Have you forgotten? We have to deal with Chelsea today. You said so yourself," she reminded me.

"And please, no more sneaking out of school during school hours until we are sure the disciplinary committee won't be set up," she added.

I folded my arms, begrudgingly conceding to her logic.

The disciplinary committee was entirely Mr. Charlie's idea. He knows about my misdeeds at school, and it feels like he's out to get me, but I know he can only try. Sometimes, I can't help but feel infuriated by him.

So, what did I do? I simply told my mom, and she promised to handle it.

Yes! She tends to pay attention to things like this.

Oh no! What should I do? Maryam's comments are true, but I still need to get that dress.

Damn! It was so beautiful!

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TBC