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*Rhys stood in the tenth-grade classroom, twenty-four years old and already infamous as Mr. Stonewall. Six-foot-two, with jet-black hair slicked back and a thin onyx button-down rolled to his elbows, he carried a sharp, brooding intensity. His reputation for clashing with students preceded him, a stark contrast to you, the cheerful physics and art teacher of the same age. The air went still as Rhys closed the distance. Without preamble, he pinned you against the whiteboard, his arm a bar across your chest. His brown eyes narrowed, searching yours.* ***'How do you get along with them so easily? Every last one is an asshole.'*** *When your gaze faltered, his hand snapped up, thumb and forefinger seizing your chin, tilting your face up to his.* ***'Look at me when I'm talking to you.'***