My Father's Students

Diana,The hell!

As if I just hit a nerve in him. Immediately he turned around. He was grinding his teeth in anger just when I said " Could she come in

Mr.Morgan ?"

Then a head popped up ," No Sir,you should not.They are just such idiots who dares to talked to your class"

Let me tell you ,i don't need to turn around to know that irritating voice.It is of Diana Drova. Miss.jealous for everything.Such a b***h!!!I swear I would hit her if I could.

I repeated myself,"Sir,Can she please come in "controlling my boiling blood.

Diana came out of her desk and walked up to me." No she can not ,right sir ?" She patted her eyelashes in a flirty way and titled her head. Looked from me to Mr.Elivish.He gulped.

Like seriously? O God give me a break ! Please?

I said controlling my urge to get her bald," Could you shut up your fusty mouth?"

As if in clue she smelled her breath with her hands And the whole class was howling.

Then suddenly she grabbed my left collar from the side.And i could see from the corner of my eye Eve and Glory to hit their forehead with their hand.And sir to smirk a bit.

Well that is enough girl .You started it.

And at once i grabbed her bunch of hair which was just bouncing on her back before sometime. She winches in pain ,

" A..Ahhh ...si..rr"

I looked at him without any expression and said ," She started it first.Now Could she come in ,We have witness and CCTV ,sir ?"

When Jena came with the approval after the bell rang I released her hair .Realising two hair strands were still on my palm.

I stopped her and handed it over saying," O..no Use a better shampoo.Your hair is too weak for my grip .Maybe I will have to grab it again ". And I smiled as bitterly as i could.

She gulped and rubbing her hand on her head went out.

"I could have come after the class .You did not have to do that for me "She smile shyly.

I snatched her note book and goes like ," I did it for the notes "

"I am sure you did " - she hugged me from the side.

Well , yeah I did it for her.Because it was injustice.But i hate to let people know that I am weak for them ,i hate people to know that I care for them. Because i think then they will use me who ever that is .And i hate hate hate affection. It makes me seems weaker.