Chapter 82
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He was not only attractive and youthful, but he was also unmarried, and I caught him glancing at me without being obnoxious every other time. But he'd do it in such a sly and nonchalant manner. And I'd never criticize a teacher in such a public manner. But it was making me feel uneasy. I was overweight, but I had desires. My body was pleading with me to leap over him. His gorgeous green eyes beckoned me in.
All of a sudden, James comes to mind. In my life, wasn't he a trashy teenage character?
It was nostalgic since this was once again a school campus crush. But I'd hate to go back to being that girl. I'm pining during the same man who damned me to hell. Since I didn't want to get caught red-handed again, I'd best stay away from Mr. Voltaire's sight.
This was quite aggravating.
"Mr. Tucker," I remarked with a raised eyebrow.
"Then why are you late to my school?" he said.
"Um, I haven't started thinking of some kind of lie to can provide you yet," I said, having to stop to gather my thoughts.
As the class laughed, he beamed.
"You'll always have the period you need in detention," he added as he gave me the slip. I grumbled and rolled my eyes.
Beatrice laughed and pushed her tongue out.
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