Ugh. I hated seeing my students outside of school. It’s like, I was a Montague at a Capulet party. Especially teaching at First Class Society, where all the kids drive limos to school and get carried around on horses in between classes.

So I’m exaggerating a little, or… a lot, but it’s still comparable. The point is I wasn’t so high class as my students, and being a young male teacher, didn’t help. I was surprised I even got hired.

“Mr. Acres, is that you? It always humors me seeing an educator outside of the schoolroom,” Raeann, one of my students, said.

“Raeann. It’s always interesting to see how my students act outside of school.”

“What is the likelihood that you would be at Salad Palace at the same time as Isabelle and I?”

“Not very. Then again, I’m not a math teacher.”

“Indeed. I need help on my English assignment, and I presumed you would assist me. Are my assumptions correct?” Damn, this wouldn’t end well, but I can’t deny a student’s right to learn.

“After class tomorrow will be fine.”