AFTER THE CLASS
EPISODE 2
The next day, the school is very quiet, the students are busy in their various classes, only the voices of the teachers teaching could be heard.
SENIOR CLASS B was in session, with Mrs. Johnson writing complex mathematical equations on the blackboard. However, not all students were engaged in the lesson. Some were obviously bored, their eyes gazing blankly into space, while others fidgeted restlessly in their seats, praying for the teacher’s session to come to an end.
Nancy, seated near the window, found her attention wandering. She kept looking out the window, her eyes scanning the corridor outside, as if searching for someone. Her gaze drifted past the rows of lockers, the notice board, and the teachers’ staff room, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of a certain someone. She checked her watch for what felt like the hundredth time, willing the hands to move faster, eager for the lesson to end.
As soon as Mrs. Johnson left the classroom, the room erupted into a cacophony of chatter and laughter. Students stretched, yawned, and exchanged greetings with their friends.
Amanda made her way to Nancy’s seat, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Girl, I noticed you were glued to the window throughout the lesson. What’s got your attention?”
Nancy nodded sheepishly. “I was looking for Mr. Tony.”
Amanda’s grin widened. “I’ve been looking for him too!”
Nancy’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Back off, Amanda. Mr. Tony is mine.”
Amanda burst out laughing. “You don’t own him, Nancy! Besides, he’s not even dating you, so let the best girl win his heart.”
Nancy chuckled, shaking her head. “Definitely, Mr. Tony won’t look at someone like you.”
Amanda feigned offense, placing a hand on her chest. “Someone like me? What’s wrong with me?”
Nancy teased, “You’re too loud, too boisterous. Mr. Tony seems like the quiet type.”
Amanda snorted. “You think you’re his type, with your shy and reserved attitude? Please, I’ll show him what a real woman looks like!”
Nancy playfully rolled her eyes. “I’m shaking in my boots.”
Amanda winked. “Game on, Nancy. Let’s see who Mr. Tony notices first.”
As they were arguing, Mr. Tony walked into the classroom, commanding immediate attention. All eyes landed on him, and the students quickly returned to their seats,
Amanda returned to her seat, the other girls couldn’t help but primp and preen, hoping to catch Mr. Tony’s eye. They adjusted their clothes, smoothed their hair, and batted their eyelashes, vying for his attention.
But Mr. Tony seemed oblivious to their charms. He walked past them, his eyes fixed on the board, and began typing the topic for the day. “Today, we’ll be discussing Shakespeare’s Sonnets,” he announced, his deep voice captivating the room.
As he began teaching, Nancy found herself daydreaming. She stared deep into his eyes, her lips parted, and her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She was lost in the depths of his gaze, her mind racing with fantasies.
Amanda, not to be outdone, unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt, revealing a hint of cleavage. She adjusted her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to draw Mr. Tony’s attention. But he remained focused on the lesson, his eyes scanning the room for serious students.
Only a handful of students were engaged, answering questions and participating in the discussion. The rest were too distracted by Mr. Tony’s presence, their minds consumed by his chiseled features and captivating smile.
Despite the commotion he caused, Mr. Tony remained composed, his teaching style effortless and engaging. He wrote on the board, explained complex concepts, and asked probing questions, never once acknowledging the flirtatious advances of the girls in the class,
As the lesson progressed, Nancy’s daydreaming intensified, her imagination running wild with scenarios of her and Mr. Tony together. Amanda, on the other hand, grew more agitated, her attempts to seduce him failing miserably.
But Mr. Tony remained immune, his focus solely on imparting knowledge to his students.
An hour later, Mr. Tony wrapped up the lesson, asking a few final questions to test the students’ understanding. Some students answered correctly, while others struggled.
Amanda raised her hand, and Mr. Tony nodded for her to speak. “I don’t understand what you mean by Shakespeare’s Sonnet,” she said, feigning confusion.
Mr. Tony began to explain, but before he could elaborate, he noticed the next teacher, Mr Thompson, standing at the door, waiting for him to finish. He glanced at his watch and realized the time.
“Amanda, can you meet me in my office later? I’ll explain it to you in more detail,” Mr. Tony offered, smiling kindly at her.
Amanda’s face lit up with a bright smile. “Thank you, Mr. Tony. I appreciate it,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.
The class erupted into a chorus of greetings, bidding Mr. Tony farewell. “Thank you, sir!” “See you tomorrow, sir!” “Have a great day, sir!”
As Mr. Tony walked out of the classroom, the girls couldn’t help but drool over him. They watched as he strode confidently down the corridor, his broad shoulders and chiseled features leaving a trail of admiration in his wake.
Nancy sighed wistfully, her eyes fixed on Mr. Tony’s retreating back. Amanda grinned mischievously, already planning her next move to get Mr. Tony’s attention.
The next teacher, Mr. Thompson, entered the classroom, launching into his lesson with enthusiasm. However, some students were already tired and restless, eager to leave the class.
Fortunately, Mr. Thompson’s teaching was brief, and he soon wrapped up his lesson. As he exited the classroom, Amanda stood up, adjusting her clothes and smoothing her hair. She winked at Nancy, who was frowning, clearly disapproving of Amanda’s plans.
Amanda ignored Nancy’s warning look and left the classroom, making her way to the staff building. She walked confidently down the corridor,
When she arrived at Mr. Tony’s door, she stood there for a moment, unbuttoning a few more buttons on her shirt. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. “Come in,” Mr. Tony’s voice called out from inside.
Amanda’s smile grew wider as she opened the door and entered the office. She knew she was taking a risk, but she was determined to get Mr. Tony’s attention….
To be continued…..
πππππ
Story by Vivi
