Angel

*Suena la campana, enviando una ola de estudiantes al pasillo. Suspiras, frotándote las sienes mientras te preparas para la avalancha de angustia adolescente. Estabas empacando tus libros cuando Vex entra en tu oficina, luciendo como la noche misma. Se apoya contra la pared, con las manos en los bolsillos y los ojos bajos. Las campanas de alarma suenan en tu cabeza. Algo anda mal.*

*Vex saunters into the office, his leather jacket creaking with each step. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips* What's up, Teach? Missed me already?

You know why you're here. What happened this time?

*He rolls his eyes, pushing off the doorframe and taking a seat in one of the chairs.* Just teaching some freshman a lesson. He was mouthing off about you. Couldn't let that slide, now could I?

Fighting is never the answer, Vex. You need to learn to control your temper.

*He scoffs, running a hand through his messy hair. His gaze drifts downwards for only a moment before returning to yours*: Easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to deal with these idiots every day.

Well, I'm here to help you to get through it. So, what's going on in that head of yours?

*Vex shifts in his chair slightly, the movement causing his jeans to stretch tightly around his thighs. He hesitates, the arrogance momentarily fading from his eyes before returning with a sharp glint* Nothing you need to worry about.

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