Why do you hate me!?

Because you're a maths teacher.

why do you hate maths!?

Because you're the maths teacher.

Avyaan X Anvisha

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ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ of ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

Stanford University

Maths class.

The most hated class of mine.

The subject, The teacher— I hate fucking everything about this class.

I can't decide, if I hate math because of him or hate him because of math.

Nevermind.

I hate both of them.

"Miss Rawat—"

The most irritating voice you could have ever heard.

I don't really understand, what the fuck this Grumpy man get by disturbing my peace.

(A/n:- Ofcourse Peace💃🏻)

Can't he let me breathe peacefully for a moment.

No.

I looked up— meeting the intensity of his darkest eyes.

Fuck!

The scariest eyes.

"Care to explain whose dream you're lost in?"

He asked with a smile— sarcastic one ofcourse.

I also smiled— even more sarcastically.

"With you around, how could I possibly think ill of anyone else, PROFESSOR!" I spat, making sure my smile stretched even wider.

And his faded.

No.

His smile grew even wider.

Eww.

"So hateful for me, huhh!?" same sarcastic mocking tone.

"You deserve it, professor" I said, with a grin tugging at the corner of my lips.

"Smile as much you want— It won't last longer" He said and turned, without even a last glance.

Huh!?

What the fuck is going on in his mind.

God!

Save your child.

"Why do you hate him so much" said someone from my left.

And who's that someone?

Of course my dear friend— Miss Amara Zeymar.

I looked at her.

she smiled.

"Because he deserves" I snapped.

"And that's why!?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Because he is a math teacher" I pointed towards the maths book, kept in front of me.

I really really hate maths.

Like who the fuck studies maths in MBA!?

But no.

The great maths Professor— My dear Mom.

How can she live, If her daughter won't top in maths.

Top my foot.

I fucking failed.

"Result day"

Someone said, entering the class again.

I clutched my eyes shut as a scene from the previous results day ran through my mind.

Oh god.

Never again.

This man humiliates a lot.

"Ready, Miss Rawat?" His voice came to my ears, cutting through the classroom.

"Of course, professor" I replied without any reaction.

My mind ran faster than I could think.

What the hell he's trying to do?

And that warning—

Oh yess.

I remember, fuck.

Was that for—

Oh god! No.

"Am I going to fail again!?" I looked at Amara.

"Seems like it— from his reaction" she chuckled.

"Idiot, shut up" I snapped on her head.

"Miss Amara—" He called her, showing the exam papers.

She must have passed with good marks.

Or maybe average marks.

Actually we're not an average student though.

But God knows— who's that only person gonna get full marks in his class.

But for your kind information— no one has ever gotten till now.

Even Amara was a maths topper but from the day he joined— Dead.

And ME— alright, I was a maths topper till fifth class.

I even used to solve other maths problems and be the mathematician of the class.

But then— oh god! I don't know what happened then.

I merely pass in maths.

But he— he fucking failed me.

Oh god! First time in life I failed in any exam.

But yehh I'm still a topper of other subjects though.

It's just he's not a good teacher, huhh!.

"Don't you think, you need improvement Miss.Amara" he said calmly but still his tone feels like taunt.

Ughh!

Improvement? Is he serious?

Saying like he's going to give full marks ever.

"Yes, professor" she smiled and came back with a report card.

I raised my brows.

"Eighty two!" She smiled sheepishly.

Ahh!

It must be the highest marks in the class.

"You know, when I'll get eighty two!?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeh! After counting your marks of all semesters" she chuckled.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Shut up!"

"So you mean— Even that can't"

I glared with the intensity of burning her soul from her body.

"Relax relax, just kidding n" she showed her teeth.

And yehh!

Here I melted.

"Miss Rawatttt!"

Huhh!?

I snapped my head towards him, with a jerk.

Oh god!

Why this honey coated voice?

I'm definitely going to be dead.

"Will you have the courtesy to come, or will I have to come myself?"

If there were an award for taunting in the sweetest way, he would definitely be the first prize winner.

"I know I deserve special treatment, but I love walking though" I said sarcastically and walked towards him.

"Good—cause I'm going to give you special treatment" he said in his same calm tone but in a mocking way.

Umm...

I know I'm going to be dead.

But he should not enjoy it, right!

"So, Attention class— here's the most talented student of the year" he said and everyone looked at me.

Of course they didn't understand the sarcasm behind his words.

"You all must know her well, right!?" He asked and everyone's reaction was enough to tell, how well they know me.

Of course I'm the role model of every student.

And dream of every guy.

They fucking crave to hear a word of mine for them.

And Girls— they die to have the boldness and looks of me.

I'm everyone's dream, but him?

He fucking haunt me in my dreams.

"So Miss. Rawat, Since you’re so generous with your beauty secrets," he smiled— before crashing the bomb"Mind spilling the one about how you managed to fail twice in maths?"

Again everyone's attention shifted to me— not so shocked though.

He waved the report card in front of my face, then looked for my reaction which I definitely didn't give.

Ok! Think of me as shameless.

But I was all ready for it.

"Care to explain, Ms. Rawat— why did you fail twice in maths?" He said— this time his tone is a little sharp and regal.

And here's the class went silent.

Is he trying to scare me?

No way.

"Of course, professor" I said, making sure to meet his gaze and pace of tone " Because you don't teach well"

And now— they look shocked.

Mhm!

That's like Anvisha Rawat.

But he? Ahnn!

He smiled— as if he already expected it.

"Is it only you?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Ain't I special?" I gave the same reaction and he— He chuckled.

Special— only to fail twice, right?" He said, same sarcastic smile tugging at his lips.

Ah!

I hate it.

"Yeh! Special for you, that's why you failed me twice, right?" I said with a grin.

He chuckled again.

Ughh!

Fuck him.

"And why would I fail you, Miss Rawat?"

Fucking his face is enough to tell that he's trying so hard to control his laughs.

Fuck him.

He's laughing at me dammit.

"Of course because I threw coffee at your, precious face— according to you of course"

I snapped, and it was the second shock for everyone.

Of course, who would dare to throw coffee at his face— except me.

"So you accept that you threw coffee at my FACE!?" He said calmly—pressing the last word.

Huh!?

Nevermind.

"Yes I do. And I'm not sorry for it" I snapped without thinking, but I think I should have thought.

He smirked.

"Good!— say the same in front of your parents" he showed me his phone, where the recorder was on.

"What?, What the fuck!"  My eyes opened wide.

And here I'm done.

He got the reaction He wanted.

"I will send it to them, along with the report card" He said, waving his hand which was holding the phone and moved towards the door.

Fuck!

No.

Dad—

Dad will kill me.

Run Anvisha.

He can't do this.

Oh god!

I snapped my head and ran towards him.

"P- Professor"

I called out.

But he didn't even glance at me.

Fucker.

"You can't do this!" I said, catching his pace.

"I can do everything I want" he said, but didn't stop moving.

"No you can't" I snapped.

"I can, Miss Rawat" he said, and I can fucking feel him smiling.

"Professor, You should not do this" I said again, trying to meet his pace.

But he stopped.

Looked at me— like staring at my soul.

"Who am I to you?" He asked, his voice deep, so fucking deep that I felt my heartbeat fastening.

"P-maths professor" I said, trying to calm myself.

"And who are you to me?" He asked again.

Huh?

What the fuck he's asking.

"Student, of course" I replied.

"Exactly!— I'm your professor, you're not my professor" his gaze intended more on me "So stop telling, what I should do."

And with that he turned— and moved.

No.

He can't go like this.

"No, it's not fair— ask again" I shouted, running again toward him.

But this time he didn't stop, instead increases his pace.

Fucking bastard.

I ran— and?

And I don't know what the fuck I did.

I held his hand— making him halt at the point.

"You can't do this with me" I said, trying to

be— I don't know what.

He didn't turn— but turned.

Finally meeting my eyes.

And—

Better if he would not have turned.

His eyes are so fucking deadliest.

The scariest eyes I have ever seen.

Darkest shade of black— Obsidian.

My grip on his wrist loosened.

And just as I was about to pull— he held.

In a way that my fingers were touching his wrist, while he was holding my wrist— not so tightly, but still.

He was half turned, so his side face was visible through his shoulder.

Isn't is so—

Fuck NO.

His one foot moved a little closer— to me.

Ahh!

Why my heartbeat is getting so fucking fast.

More closer— and once more.

Then he turned fully with a jerk— leaning a little closer to my face and looking deeply in my eyes— my breath hitched.

Fuck.

What the fuck he's trying to do.

Scary Man.

"Let me do it in front of you" he said, his fucking every breath touched my face and my heartbeat stopped.

Not because of him— but because of what he just said.

Suddenly I stepped back— but No.

He tightened his grip on my wrist and pulled me with a jerk.

But I didn't collide with his chest— as he was already moving.

Where?— towards his office.

"Professor—"

He didn't care about my words and entered his office with me.

What? No.

It's not his office.

IT'S FUCKING PRINCIPAL OFFICE.

Dammit— now what the fuck he's upto.

"Yes Mr. Zeymar?"

The principal asked, leaving his chair.

Why so much respect, huhh!?

He's principal or this— whatever.

"Sir, I have some complaints about Miss. Rawat, which I will send to her parents— do you have any problems?" He said all in one go.

Like if commanding, not asking.

"No sir— what problem could I have" The principal said— politely.

Like seriously?

"But sir—" I tried to say when he looked.

"Yess Miss. Rawat, do you have any problem?"

The principal asked— of course politely.

It's the way everyone talks to ME— except him.

"Sir— I'm actually sorry for what I did, and to be honest I didn't do it intentionally" I said, so so cutely.

A little drama needed so.

"Miss Rawat—" He intended to say but he showed his palm, interrupting him.

"So you're actually sorry, Miss. Anvisha Rawat?" He raised his eyebrows and smirked.

Bastard.

I will definitely kill him one day.

"Yes professor— as I said earlier" I smiled, if little much he knows, how much I'm cursing him.

"As if you're not cursing me right now" he grinned.

I couldn't control and smiled.

Fucking he knows very well— What he actually deserves.

He frowned.

"So, should I delete it!?" He asked. Smirking.

"Shouldn't you do it?" I smiled, still cursing.

"I don't think so!" He replied. No reaction.

"Aa—"

"I will delete it" he interrupted me "But—" waited for my reaction and of course— I did.

"But—!?"

"But I have a condition" he smirked.

Huh!?

Condition?

I'm sure it won't be good.

"What condition?" I asked.

"You will need to say sorry" again stop, "And I will record it."

"What!?" I almost screamed.

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