My Maths Teacher

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

Katelyn’s POV:

It was after recess he came into my class, JSS.3. I was writing on my

diary when I heard these strong footsteps down the hallway.

My classmates were already settled in their seats as they waited for

our new Maths teacher. I closed my diary immediately and slipped it into my

bag, bringing out my maths textbook and notes.

Then he entered the class.

The moment I raised my head up from my book, I received an electrifying

jolt. The type you get when you touch a naked wire.

He was soo gorgeous; Beautiful dark brown eyes, stylishly combed hair

and powerful arms. You can tell he works out a lot judging from the way his

black shirt hugged his body in the right proportions.

” Good morning class,” he spoke.

” Good morning sir,” the class echoed. I didn’t join them. I was

staring at him, too distracted by his dashing smile. I noted his voice; it

had an American accent clinched to it. His voice flowed with an unhurried,

compelling sound that melted me inside.

” My name is Adam Edward. I’m going to be your new maths teacher,” he

said, scanning the faces of everyone in class. ” My colleagues will take

the other classes. From now henceforth until further notice, I will handle

your class, JSS.3 and SS.3.”

This was a new development to everyone which caused us to become

excited.

He walked to the nearest student desk and sat on it. ” How about we

start with introduction. I’m not going to rush things today so we’ll take

the rest of the period in getting to know one another remarkably. How does

that sound?”

The class relaxed and smiled with excitement. He was such a cool

friendly person.

” You there,” he pointed at a girl at the back seats. ” Can you tell

me more about yourself?”

The girl stood up blushing Scarlet. She tried to avoid looking him in

the eyes but her efforts failed as he smiled all the more, not letting his

eyes off her face one bit.

” My name is Faith, I’m….thirteen years old….I live here in town

with my parents…and I…oh my gosh…” She wasn’t able to complete the

rest because she was shy to. Turning her face away, she sat down with her

head on her desk, her head a swollen pink.

The boys laughed hard, amused by her attitude towards the new teacher.

Adam didn’t look annoyed. Instead he smiled more. ” Alright guys,

quiet down. Who’s next?”

A boy stood up then a girl and so it went with everyone introducing

themselves to him until finally it came to my turn.

If someone hadn’t tapped me from behind, I wouldn’t have known I was

being asked to introduce myself. I must’ve been ogling at him for soo long

I was immediately lost into another different world.

Rising up from my seat with a heart pumping faster than usual, I tried

to speak. I noticed he was staring at me with a strange look on his face.

I know that look. It’s the same look most men have whenever they

looked at me.

Now unlike most fourteen years old girls in school, I had the biggest

boobs. Even some of the seniors can’t boast of having large boobs compared

to mine. Somehow I felt I was growing very fast. The boobs came

unexpectedly when I turned thirteen. Call them prematured if you like but

they were nice big boobs.

Because of this, I was given a nickname which stuck with me since the

first day I began schooling here in GreenFord high school. I was called ”

THE BUSTY CHICK.”

A senior once joked behind my back that if someone was to cut my

boobs into ten pieces then she’d be able to get her size.

” My name is Katelyn,” I didn’t tell him my age. ” I live in town.”

Simple and brief.

He nodded his head. He seemed to be a little distracted by my boobs

but he fought it off and became focused again.

” Alright,” he stood up to his feet. ” Let’s begin today’s lesson.”

I sat down on my seat, my eyes still locked at his face. Lesson went

well and it was the most amazing teaching we ever had in years. He taught

slowly and carefully to enable us to follow him through. And whenever we

failed a question, he’d have the entire class applaud for us and then

encourage us to do our best next time.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was soo dashing, soo awesome,

soo nice and soo sexy. At some point, his eyes jam into mine and I’ll feel

my blood racing and butterfly tingles in my stomach. He was soo

irresistible. I wondered if he’s got a girlfriend.

Moreover, I wonder if he’ll date me.

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Violet’s POV:

As the school bell ranged for dismissal, I grabbed my bags and packed

my books into it. Walking down the hallway with Liz, I began reflecting on

the marvelous maths lesson we received today.

I’ll have to admit. It was the best maths class we’ve ever had but it

was hard concentrating when you have a sexy hot teacher staring at you from

time to time.

The news of the three new maths teachers had spread like wild fire

amongst the students. The school had employed three men. A potbellied fatso

who looks like a giant mash mellow, A tall skinny middle aged man who looks

like drumsticks that needed replacement and then there was Adam. These

three men were all intelligent maths teachers but Adam was the best of the

best. Was that all there was to him? Nope. He was kind, he never yelled at

us and he always encourages us with this heart melting smile of his.

The SS.3 guys already liked him for his American accent and brotherly

attitude. The girls just day dreams about having him in their bed. No lie,

that’s what they were discussing during recess after he left our class.

Whenever he’s not around, he was all they talked about. It nearly drove me

nuts.

Adam only handles the SS.3 class and the JSS.3 classes which caused

the other classes in GreenFord high to moan with grief.

What about me?

Well, I still can’t believe Adam was back and with a new

transformation? That was the most shocking thing about him. From when I

knew him back when I was a kid, Adam was skinny and lanky. He hates doing

labourous house chores and when he was given a job, he sucks badly at doing

them perfectly. The new Adam was a great shocker to me. Believe me. I still

had my doubts though. The only thing getting my doubts off my shoulders was

his name, Adam Edward. There was only one Adam Edward I knew since

childhood and that Adam Edward was Adam Edward.

Weird right?

Still, I refused to tell him my real name while we were introducing

ourselves. I was more surprised he didn’t even recognized me or so I

thought. The class were too distracted by his presence to care if I lied

about my age, my name and where I lived. If this hulk of a guy really is

Adam then whenever he wants to see me at my house, he will have to find me

there. I don’t want the whole girls in school gripping my shirt to ask how

long I’ve known him.

And yes, I was still mad at him for abandoning me six years ago to

study abroad. I want revenge. I want to bite those red lips of Adams and

chew on them….sorry, that’s not what I meant. How embarrassing. Snap out

of it, Violet. Stop thinking about his goddamn lips.

” Violet?” Liz woke me up from my thoughts. ” You’re taking to

yourself, again.”

Was I? D–n. I had to work on that bad habit of mine. ” Sorry, I was

thinking about something.”

” The new Maths teacher, Mr Adams?”

I rolled my eyes. ” That’s not what I was thinking about, stupid. My

mother wants me to deliver some flowers and I also have to make dinner for

tonight. I got a lot on my mind.”

” Maybe I should help you,” Liz offered. ” I’m also free today.”

I laughed. ” Hello? You have private lessons today after school till 8:

30.pm remember?”

Liz looked deflated. ” Oh, yes you’re right. What about your

punishment to clean the staffroom after school?”

I walked passed her towards the staffroom. ” Of course I remembered.

That’s where I was heading to by the way.”

” Well, how about we play some chess tonight at my house?” Liz asked.

Chess! I hated that board game. Liz had been working pretty hard to

teach me the game but I wasn’t interested. I really s–k at games don’t ask

me why. I don’t wanna talk about it.

I ran down the stairs and stopped at the staffroom. Pulling the

doorknob gently, I walked into the large room.

There was a bucket, a mop and a duster already waiting for me. I

sighed and dropped my bag. The teachers had all left for home. If I wasn’t

done with this job in the next thirty minutes, I’d be locked from outside

the school gates.

Taking off my white school shirt to avoid stains, I placed them on a

desk beside my school bag and began clean up. I always wore a singlet but I

rarely wear bras. Mom had always drummed to my ears: ” You’ve got to dress

like a lady, Violet. You can’t go about, showing off your nipples to the

world, you know,” she’d nag.

But I hated bras. I have six of those things at home but I’ve never

used them. I just love the feeling of my nipples brushing against my

singlet. I was sure no teacher would come in at this time but I was wrong.

Instead, I saw him.