Behind The ClassRoom Door

queaking on polished floors mixing with laughter, gossip, and the occasional slamming of locker doors. It was only the s

cil skirt hugged her figure modestly, and her white blouse was tucked in with precision. Her hair was pulled in

the desk, taking a deep breath. Today, she'd meet the infamous Class 12B. According to her c

door creaked open behind her. A few students filed in, murmuring gr

ence e

ly while her mark

sly, revealing strong, veined forearms. His tie was loose, as though he couldn't care less about school decorum. Jet-black hair framed a

owned the room, even thoug

m C

nal year due to a past suspension involving a physical altercation with a teacher. He'd vanished for almos

d evenly, lowering he

agging over her face and down

ice deep, controlled, too c

hrough the class. Amara raised a br

d a

ged more in a biker bar than a high school classroom. Amara turned b

l conflict. For the first twenty minutes, the class barely listened. Phones buzzed, heads tilted,

voice cut

the back. "He killed her because he didn't know how to survive the

a pa

to look at him,

sting perspective, but I think most critic

m interrupted, staring straight at h

voice. A kind of raw, restrained darkness. She didn't know wheth

s that's something we'll explore more in our

st her ribs. She could feel his gaze on her, even when she wasn't look

left in the usual chaotic rush. Amara exhaled quiet

saw Liam standi

straight nose, a scar just beneath his jaw that she hadn't no

ng you need, Mr.

ly instead his eyes flicke

get the

class group chat m

a phone," he

I suggest you get one or at

ly, not quite a smile. "Y

use

d to be liked which is

in his voice, like he had the

Carter," she said fi

break boundaries... but close enough tha

omorrow, M

d walked out, slo

in her ears, confused b

ppening, not a

looked at her like he already

lassroom but she had a sinking feeling that he