Bound to You

Chapter 10: Shakespeare

Friday

Torres High School

Ileana joked as she closed her locker, "I think our maths teacher is going to be in a bad mood today."

Charlotte and Nelly shared a puzzled look and then Nelly said, "I think she's awesome. She explains well, correct the work...she makes jokes from time to time. I mean what more could we ask? She's by far better than that witch Driscoll." 

Ileana inquired, "Driscoll?" 

"Oh, the teacher Ms Danvers is replacing. That woman was a pain to deal with. She gave tons of homework, liked to report us to the principal. God, we could not even speak a word in her class. Ugh, she's strict and insulted us as a wicked hobby. We just couldn't stand her. I hope she never comes back to the school." Ileana thought that this was impossible as Sierra's contract was only for a few weeks.

Charlotte shivered, "Forget about that witch, Nel. You won't believe me. I caught Mr Stone, our literature teacher drooling at Ms Danvers the other day. It's so cute actually. He kind of looks nervous whenever he talks to her." They laughed, imagining that scene again. 

Nelly excitedly exclaimed, "They make quite the pair, right!" 

Ileana grimaced as her friends talked about this. Fancy pairing teachers. She agreed though, "Yeah, they do look good together." They walked to their class and Charlotte continued, "He's fun, handsome, smart and she's just beautiful. I ship them!" Ileana thought about this. Maybe she should tell Sierra to give that teacher a try?

They entered the class and a while later, Sierra walked in, greeting the students as always. She didn't lose time and introduced the next topic. She frowned towards Jace's empty seat and told herself that it was good he wasn't here. There she went. Red marker. Blue marker. Black marker. Creativity, Torres wrote. And she said, that he could go to hell. And what else did he say. Yes, more interaction. 

She turned around, smiled kindly, "I'll take a quick round in two minutes to see if you completed your homework." 

As she turned her back, back to the whiteboard, she could hear the clear rustle as if a wave of panic took on them. Haha and hah. She had to prepare her famous red pen, it seemed. She melodiously added, "And those who didn't will stay after class to complete it."

The class captain coughed, "Um ma'am excuse me. Can I go to the bathroom?" 

Sierra paused, "Of course, you can, Steve. But you may not." 

He cringed at the teacher's sarcasm while the class giggled at the classic teacher joke, "Um, please, may I go to the bathroom?" 

"Yes, you may. But show me your work first. There's no escaping today." 

He swallowed hard, "Er, as a matter of second thought, let it be. Thank you." He quickly whispered as he turned behind, "Hey Sam, did you do the work?" 

"Dude, what the hell? Of course, I didn't." 

"Ask the girls." 

"Wait." Ileana leaned over her desk to whisper the final answers to both Nelly and Charlotte who were sweating as they copied fast and she heard someone calling her. She turned to Sam who pressed his hands together to plea and he made a photo gesture with his hand. She slowly took out her phone, sneakily snapped a picture of her homework and whispered, "WhatsApp!" And while she did so, Sierra turned at that moment, tapping her foot impatiently as she crossed her arms, "Now, what's going on there? Ileana and Sam?" 

Ileana bit her lips, her face reddening. Shoot. "Hand over your phones. Confiscated till the end of the class. And additional work for you two." 

"What? Whyyy?" Ileana exclaimed and Sierra gave her a warning with a frown. She approached their desks, collected the phones which were reluctantly handed and she placed them on the table, beside her file. Ileana pouted. How could she? She could hear Sam cursing.