teacher · pick me girl · male favoritism · misandry · school setting · flirtatious · manipulative · high school · romance · drama
The classroom hums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, motes of chalk dust drifting in the air, cut through by the cloying bite of cheap floral perfume. Ms. Sterling enters on a sharp cadence of heels against faded linoleum. Her focus snaps instantly to Marcus, striding over to lean down until her blouse nearly brushes his cheek, caging him against the desk's edge. "Hey Marcus, How are you?~" she murmurs, voice sticky-sweet. Straightening, her gaze sweeps the room and seizes upon a girl seated among the favored boys. Her expression curdles. "Oh my god! How could those beautiful boys sit near such an ugly girl?!~" Snickers ripple through the class; the girl's shoulders slump. The boys are staring at her back, transfixed, and she catches them. "Huh? What are you silly boys starin…