I did as told with a sigh, walking to a desk directly in front of his big teacher’s desk. “Please, shut the door.” He said to me once every student has filed out of the room. He obviously has it out for me maybe he wants to reiterate to me how much of a fuck up I am just to watch me cry. I wondered what he would need to talk to me about. They nodded as well and left me alone with Mr. I simply nodded, telling them not to wait up while I talk with my teacher. I growled internally as my friends made sure I was okay. Hemmings said to me just before I made it out the door. “, can I speak with you for just a moment?” Mr. Shoving my test carelessly in my bag, I started to trudge out of there, terrified to face my doom at home. The bell rang and I was happy to get the hell out of there and away from my asshole of a Math teacher. My dad, the grade stickler that he is, said that if I fail this test, my phone is gone and I’m grounded for two weeks.
Six fucking hours and for what?!” I huffed, throwing myself back in my chair in annoyance, staring at my failure. “He hates me! It’s official! Six hours I spent studying for this damn test. ” My friend sitting to my right said, shaking her head as she peeked at my grade. Hemmings calmly sat back at his desk, waiting for the last class of the day to end just like we all were. My mouth fell open at the horrible mark, not exactly expecting to get such a bad grade. Hemmings shakes his head, finally setting my test on my desk, displaying a big fat 52% in red, a thick circle around it making it more obvious of how much of a failure I am. Once I finished, I thought I’d at least get a low B, a C at worst. I’d studied for six hours for it and I felt fairly confident coming in. We’d be getting our latest math tests back, the hardest one of the year. It’s the moment of truth for me and the other students in my Math class. Luke/reader ( is ‘your name, your last name’) Smut! The title warned you enough I hope.
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