39 - Blaine.

It feels like a lifetime before the bell chimes and the students get up, except for Azira. I watch her as she frowns at her essay on the table, avoiding glancing at me.

I watch the students exiting the classroom, waiting for the last one to fuck off and leave me alone with my not so innocent conquest. Once the door clicks shut, I allow myself to return my attention to Azira.

She's now staring at me with a vacant look in her eyes, waiting for me to speak.

I don't say a word as I stand and approach her desk.

Her eyes dilate with fear the closer I get and the sadist inside of me delights in her fear. Once I'm an inch from her desk, I stop and cross my arms over my chest.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Sidorov?"

Her eyes narrow. "I apologized already for talking in class."

"And what exactly were you saying to Natalya?"

She shakes her head. "It's not important."

"I want to know exactly what you said, Azira."

Her throat bobs. "I was merely stating that this class was boring as