"Yes, Mr Andrews?" Mr Dankworth drawled out his word like he was dreading what came next.

"Can I share some poetry with the class?" Chase queried innocently.

The English teacher let out a sigh “We are not doing poetry but go ahead."

Chase placed his foot on the desk with a thud and pointed towards it before clearing his throat and uttering "Just like my leg is wrapped up in this sock, soon Ella behind me will be wrapped around my—"

Mr Dankworth stopped him before he could go any further "That is enough."

I was mortified as the class started laughing.

He had never done anything like that before. He had never pulled a stunt like that before.

I wondered why Chase had chosen specifically today to start suggesting to everyone that we were sleeping together.

More sounds of angry paper ripping started to fill my ears. Along with a series of grumbles and murderous growls. Growl was the only way I could describe the noise that was so deep and rough but perhaps I was exaggerating due to my sensory sensitivity.

As I listened, I found it somewhat extraordinary the number of sheets he was destroying at a time. He had destroyed his notebook and Brennan's in a matter of seconds.

"Ella, I’m turning around to face my computer." My favourite teacher told me as he faced away from everyone "You may go and slap Mr Andrews."

The paper shredding came to a stop. Then deep gnarls escaping the hollow-sounding chest filled the silence.

Brennan was the one to speak up next "Where did you find that asshole, Ella?"

"A poetry reading." I deadpanned to lighten the mood.

The bell signalling the end of the period and the start of lunch rang out. The noise was loud but not loud enough that it overpowered the dark vicious sounds that came from behind me.

Mr Dankworth raised his arms to stop everyone from moving out of their seats while he announced, "Why did Shakespeare write using quills?"

Nobody answered as I packed up my bag and got ready to leave.

"Because he got confused with pencils." The old man delivered after a dramatic pause "Two-B or not Two-B."

"He is the perfect man." I remarked to Lana as we both stood up from our seats "He is my soulmate."

Another guttural noise that I had gotten familiar with happened again.

I stopped walking towards the door of the class. I turned around and tilted my chin up to the man following closely behind me.

"What are you grumbling at now?" I sassed, putting my hands on my hips and standing on my toes to grow closer to his face.

"What fucker do you think is your soulmate?" He grumbled again.

His voice was deeper. Even smokier and deadlier like he was restraining himself from something.

"The man who is my kindred spirit and loves classical literature." I replied, biting my lip to hold back my laugh.

Stone appeared more pissed. His dark eyes grew blacker in hue as they flicked over my face.