He Has a Crush on Me

e! How dare

k Hopkins's trap, which he care

ht he simply had

had lured me into his trap

a sturdy oak turned out

en tightened its grip unti

has always been arrogant at school. He never accepts anythi

hat, I wa

's all!" I stood up, walked to the trash can in th

poured it straight down t

ely stayed still. He only p

blot of wet ink on the white paper, r

I poured out half the bottle

southern area of the country, including flo

a lot of money to help people in need,

rder to pave the way for his mist

ith the excuse that he had neglected to discipline me previously and wan

r's death, he couldn't wait any

taken alon

ng power, no one at school dared to

ut he carried an air of unshakab

y made me feel like I was trapped in a suffocati

raining

ourself to the class." A warm smile stretched across the teacher's face. It was etched w

on. At the same time, it stirred

smile. "I'm Lesley Daves

e. As expected, the classr

if I were some pric

person. He didn

ad straight hair, his clean-c

llowed pages of his book with his two

cused and

tshon

to stir within me, like twisted vine

nsed something, and he l

and lowered