Silent (Teacher×Student)

Chapter 2

Bramble's POV

"Right, class, everyone, single file in an orderly fashion. Before you enter, you will take a paper off me, and sit in your assigned seats. The seat assignments can be found on the board at the front of the classroom." She announced. Her voice sounded sweet and firm, and seemed to suit her beauty. " Ugh, pop-quiz. " Hannah groaned, I smirked. Biology was one of the few things I was good at. "I'm so gonna fail. We learnt nothing last year with Mr. Alistair." She complained her face growing red with anxiety.

I stood at the front of the queue and received my paper, she looked up and into my eyes, and for a second, I felt my expression soften and warmth grow in the pit of my stomach. My eyes darted down and I grabbed the paper before hurrying off. "You're welcome." Miss Massey shouted after me, sarcastically, I could feel her eye roll as she handed the last few papers out. I made my way to the front of the room to find my assigned seat. Ugh. I thought to myself. Right in front of her. I'll have to teach myself the syllabus this year then. I can't focus when that literal goddess is less that 3 foot away. I inversely groaned and shoved myself into my dear before starting the quiz.
Q1) What is a Lysosome?
Ugh, this quiz is so easy. I smirked to myself. Quickly, I hurried through the quiz, knowing all of the answers, then sat, watching Miss Massey as she struggled to open a register.

"Okay, class, I'm sending around a paper register, just sign your name and your EBS number. She meant over to me and smiled, her perfect teeth making me weak at the knees. "Here, write your name and pass this around." She whispered, I nodded and scrawled my name 'Bramble Evans,' and my EBS number '174129'. I slid the paper over to the dude in the next desk. My cheeks flushed as I heard a voice near me. "Done already, Bramble?" She asked, tugging at the paper under my arm, I nodded and lifted my arm so she could see the paper. "Impressive. You just earned yourself my first ever officially graded A+. Congratulations, Bramble." She said loudly. I felt my cheeks get hot as I heard muttering coming from the rest of the class. Miss Massey leant her hands on my desk, dangerously close to mine and whispered, "Keep it up." I gulped and nodded, as if it were a command. I pulled out my phone and typed in it before enlarging the text and holding it up to Hannah. " Good Luck. " it read. She smiled and then looked frightened. I turned around and my eyes were met with an outstretched hand and a furious expression. "Phone." She said, sternly, I frowned and opened my mouth to defend myself, but, as suspected nothing came out. I pressed the phone into her hand and sighed, before looking away. "Oh, and detention for the hesitancy." She said, sitting back down. I pressed my back against the chair and sighed, unable to defend myself.

The class trickled by slowly, I was forced to sit, watching the every move of the angel that way before me. Once or twice, she caught me staring and I quickly averted my eyes to the floor or my desk, and I felt my heart flutter as her eyes met mine for a fraction of a second. The bell sounded at last, pulling me out of the torture chamber of my own making. I sighed with relief and stood up, pulling my bag into my back. "Not so fast." I heard a too familiar voice shout over the commotion of 20 students forcing themselves through the door. "Can I speak to Bramble please? Bramble Evans?" I spun myself around quickly on my heels and sighed, before sliding back into my seat.

After everybody left, Miss Massey span herself around to face me. "So, Bramble, you're new?" She stated, barely asking. I nodded. "Where'd you come from?" She asked, her eyes filled with curiosity. I grabbed some scrap paper and a pencil out of my pocket. 'Mississippi'. She looked at it and frowned. "You don't talk much, so you?" She asked and I shrugged. ' I don't talk at all' I wrote on the paper, she tilted her head to read it and made an adorable realisation expression. "Oh, so you were just talking to Hannah, not playing in your phone?" She asked, I nodded and looked down. I felt something hard hit the desk, my phone. I reached out and slid it across the table, before opening it and typing. 'Does this mean I get out of detention?' I held the phone up to her and smiled, waggling my eyebrows, she shook her head and laughed. "No." She said, "You were still talking in my lesson." She said. I frowned and pouted a tad. "Hey," she started, "why don't you speak?" Ah, the dreaded question. I shrugged and typed. 'I Can't '. "Why can't you though. I mean you must've been able to at some point because you can understand me and comprehend what I'm saying and your perfectly literate." She explained. I shrugged and turned on text-to-speech " I don't want to talk about this anymore, no offense" my phone spoke, she jumped, startled, then laughed. "As you wish, Stephen Hawking." She laughed and handed me a stack of papers and a red pen to mark them. I laughed silently and began marking the work. Man, this is going to be a long year...