Semua Bab Alpha’s Girl; Teacher’s Pet: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Hannah's POV I rushed downstairs to the breakfast table. I was quite late. Mrs. Ryker had left and Olivia was already done eating and was mindlessly pressing her phone. It, however, didn't stop her from noticing me as soon as I walked in. “Finally, you're are hear. Your pancake stack was desperately calling out to me to rescue it from getting cold and provide it warmth in my belly." I giggled and slipped into my seat. She was right. My stack had gone a bit cold. Well, it was all my fault. “Mr. Dalton is very thorough with his work. If you are going to have to stay late like, try not to get his questions wrong." I laughed dryly and sarcastically. “You make it sound easy." I ate my stack in silence. Mrs. Ryker was a miracle worker. She gave my stepdad a taste of his own medicine, healed my head injury, and made delicious pancakes. She probably had superpowers. Olivia was lucky to have her a mother. I sighed internally. I wish mine was like that, or even remotely close

Hannah's POVI couldn't believe my own disappointment when Carlos breezed through his Spanish like it was nothing. I wasn't so good at Spanish but he made it look effortless and didn't even seem to struggle. He sounded sexier too. Fuck!“Alright. Stop."He stopped immediately and looked at me in confusion. I could tell that my cheeks were blotchy. Why wouldn't they be?“Did I do something wrong?" he asked innocently.I grabbed my pencil and threw it at his head. It was right on target but he caught it.“Why are you acting like this, Hannah?" He asked, looking even more confused. I wasn't buying it.“Why are you acting like this, Hannah,” I repeated with a childish mocking tone. "Don't act oblivious! Why didn't you tell me you were good at Spanish?”I was about to chuck a book at him but he grabbed my arms and held them there. I was stuck but I was ready to leap over the table and kick him in the face.“Hannah, calm down. I speak Spanish. Carlos? It's in the name."“Screw that!" I snap

Hannah's POV I left Carlos’shouse. He tried to ask me what was wrong, but I didn't give him a chance.I gave him something to practice and told him that I would text him later to make sure that he was studying.I left and continued and kept trying to call Olivia. Each time I grew more and more exasperated. She wouldn't pick her calls. Her phone was still switched off. I sighed angrily.What was her problem?I decided not to give myself any more stress and I stuffed my phone back into my pocket. The evening was growing darker and darker. I still didn't realize that I had stayed so long at Carlos’ house. Who knows? Maybe if Olivia hadn't called, I would have stayed even longer without realizing it.I walked past the Library on my way back to Olivia’s house and got the chills as I passed the building. I should have been here. If I had been where I told Olivia I would be, things would have turned out very differently.I would have been cruising in the car with Olivia and her mom, coughi

Hannah's POV I was silent. I turned away from Olivia and fell deep into thought. She had every right to be angry at Carlos. I would hate him too if I was in her shoes. But all of this happened a long time ago. Carlos was a bit of an asshole sometimes be he had changed. I was certain about it. Well, not entirely. But I had gotten to know him better. “Hannah?" Olivia pulled me out of my thoughts, and I looked at her. Her face was still moist, and I noticed that her mascara had begun to run just a bit. I could barely notice. “Olivia, I understand that you are hurt by what he did to you. He is a jerk. But I think that he has changed. I've seen it and he is very kind…” "All fake and pretentious. I'm not buying it.” Olivia's voice sounded a little better. The harshness in her voice was back, and she folded her arms angrily. Anger jumped back into her gaze and I was relieved that part of her was back. "Olivia, I'm simply tutoring him. He needs help in his classes and I jus

Hannah's POV Mr. Dwayne, the principal, beckoned me into the empty classroom. I was skeptical at first but his gentle smile reassured me. “I'm so sorry for spying. I was just curious." He chuckled. "That's alright. I was actually doing an inspection of the classes. You know how you young ones like to get ‘busy’ in school.–” My face flushed violently. Why was he even telling me this? I didn't want to talk about it with him. "–Anyway, might I ask why you are not in your class?" My blush faded slowly and I put on my most serious face. “Mrs. Jeanine isn't in school. She did give us an assignment but we are yet to get the particulars. I was going to see Mr. Dalton but he is busy at the moment." Mr. Dwayne gave a nod. “Ahh, yes. Mrs. Jeanine did take time off for a test and she did give an assignment. I have it right here." He began to search the pile of papers in his arms. “Oh dear." The papers slipped and fell to the ground, spreading all over the floor and their