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WYNN DECIDED that she hated the new student teacher. He was a freshman in college, a six foot one male who apparently only dressed in two items: a long sleeve button up and skinny black jeans. He wore glasses with a thin golden frame and had an earring on one ear, a silver cross sign that was connected to a single chain, dangling from his earlobe. The man's soft black curls fell just below his eyebrows, accentuating his narrow nose, perfectly proportioned between his almond-shaped eyes. His flawless cheekbones created an impeccable rosy glow on the male's unblemished skin.

On the first day, the teacher came in and wrote two large words on the tiny whiteboard: AKIHIRO HIMURA.

"You will all address me as Mr. Himura. No exceptions will be made," he had said in a stern voice, eyeing every student with a hateful gaze.

A couple of boys whispered in hushed laughs, imitating Mr. Himura when his back was turned. Girls were attentively listening, eager for the new teacher's attention. Wynn paid no mind to the students in her class, too absorbed in doodling cat cartoons in the thick calculus textbook. Her head automatically snapped up when she heard the low growl of Mr. Himura's voice.

"Turn your book pages to unit three. Today, we will be discussing the word problems on the first chapter."

Reluctantly, the girl flipped the textbook to the assigned lesson, twirling her pencil with her hand. Reading over the questions, Wynn jotted her answers in illegible cursive, then went back to lazily staring at the teacher's tidy script, only half paying attention to Mr. Himura's lecture.

"And then we add ten𝜋 to the five𝜋, which gives us the answer of fifteen𝜋," the male drawled on, pointing to each number he had written on the board. Frowning, Wynn looked at her answer, double checked it, then stared at the teacher's answer on the board. Tugging on her braid, she slowly raised her hand, nervous to confront the male about the answer. Mr. Himura glanced over at Wynn's direction, then pointed a bony finger at the girl.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"The answer's wrong," Wynn muttered, not making eye contact with the teacher. "It should be twenty𝜋 instead of fifteen𝜋."

"How would you like to come up here and show us why the answer is twenty𝜋?"

"No thanks."

"What?"

"I'll pass."

"Then you can show me after school, in detention," Mr. Himura smirked, gently putting the black dry erase marker on his desk. Wynn felt thirty pairs of eyes on her within a second, and she slinked down in her seat, glaring at whoever dared to look at her with pity.

After what seemed like forever, the shrieking of the bell sounded through the classroom, a signal for all the students to start packing their things for the next class. Wynn stacked her book one on top of another and carried the unbalanced stack out the classroom. But before the girl opened the door, Mr. Himura's voice rang out behind her.

"Detention with me after school."

Wynn only had time to groan before she was swept up by the wave of students rushing to their next class in the crowded halls.