Vinorca Jona POV
“I am sorry, sir.” Damn it. Why today of all days? Mistake after mistake, stacking until my head felt too tight to hold them.
Nothing wanted to fall into place.
“What is so important that you forget basic manners in front of a teacher?” Masen’s voice carried a low, irritated edge that lifted goosebumps across my arms.
I pulled a breath in, hoping it would steady the nerves jumping under my skin. “I didn’t mean to behave like this. Usually, I’m not like this.” It was true. No teacher had ever accused me of disrespect. Yet here I was, tripping over myself like the universe wanted to see how fast I could unravel.
“Oh?” he drawled, amusement sour enough to sting. “You’re being disrespectful because we met in the club yesterday? So now you don’t consider me a teacher?”
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