Mr Allen's pov
I walked through the school hallway as social studies books were in my hands. I was borrowing some books because apparently my students kept on losing them even though I repeatedly told them NOT TO smh.
Anyway, as I was getting closer to my classroom, I heard the familiar voice that reminded me of velvet yelling from the other classroom that was not far from my destination.
"For the last time, the x is the variable in a quotient, max"
I blushed as he yelled. Ah, if only he'd yell at me too. 😩💦💦
"But mr spare I still don't get itttttt!!!" Max complained as I rolled my eyes.
"Max this is a test i cant" Daddy spare- I MEAN- Paul Spare sighed as he sat in his chair. Ugh, he's so alpha uwu!!11!11!1!!!!!!!
Mr Spare's pov
As I was done yelling at max for the 38843927263th time today, I sat on my chair and sighed. But then a certain something, or.... someone.... caught my eye. I looked to my left left to see Allen peeking at the door. With an idea. Popping up in my head, I winked at him as I watched him blush before running away. I smirked
Maybe I should teach him a lesson once class ends 😏
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part 2 coming soon 🥶💯🤖💩🥵💦😏😩
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The Alpha (catboy mr allen x alpha mr spare)
Paranormaljust a love story between my social studies teacher (mr allen) and my math teacher (mr spare) if you go to the same school as me, don't say ANYTHING about this 🙄 PLEASE THIS IS A JOKE AHAHAHAHA
