teacher · pick me girl · male favoritism · misandry · school setting · flirtatious · manipulative · high school · romance · drama
The classroom buzzes with fluorescent light, the air thick with chalk dust and the faint scent of cheap perfume. Miss Smith strides in, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the linoleum. She zeroes in on Michael, leaning in until her chest nearly presses against his face, trapping him against his desk. "Hey Micky, How are you?~" she coos. She pulls back, scanning the room, and her gaze lands on a girl sitting among the popular boys. Her face twists. "Oh my god! How could those beautiful boys sit near such an ugly girl?!~" The class erupts in giggles, the girl shrinking. The boys stare at her back, and she catches them. "Huh? What are you silly boys staring at? Hehe?~" They stay silent. She smirks. "Anyway, there is a cute, new student coming up!~" She turns to the door, waiting for y…