C52 fifty two

"I started walking.

I wanted to go back inside the faculty to talk to Ms. Valencia and tell her words that would make her realize that what she did was wrong.

It's still obvious from her face that she feels no remorse for what she did! How can she live with herself?

Didn't she even think about how the student would feel when she went home and overthought everything?

What if the student becomes overly anxious and can't focus on studying?

What if the student can't bear to face their classmates because of embarrassment?

Didn't she ever consider those things?

Because what I said to her is true. It's never the student's fault if they can't pay tuition! Maybe they need to be responsible, but it's not their fault! I know it's hard when it comes to money.

What if the money they're supposed to use for tuition was spent on food to survive?

Maybe it occurred to Ms. Valencia that maybe it's not possible for them to pay tuition, so why enroll here? Maybe Stone's parents want her to study here because aside from the decent facilities, they want their child to study in a good school. Just like my Mom and Dad.

I entered my next class and they greeted me, so I just nodded.

"Ms. Yoreh! You're really beautiful, I have a crush on you!" Vince confessed.

I smiled at him, "Child abuse," I joked.

They laughed immediately.

I started teaching various things, and their attention was on me even though they were doing different things.

I also tried to ask questions, and they were able to answer, a sign that they were listening to what I was saying.

I made them write an essay about the topic we discussed.

Well, they complained, but because I'm the law in this classroom, they couldn't do anything.

"Pass those to your Class President," I said.

They grumbled again about how hard it is to get a pen and paper without complaint? Okay, I know.

"If you have any problems, you can approach me anytime. If you're shy to tell me in person, you can text or message me on messenger,"

They immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at me in surprise.

I smiled, "It's nothing, I just want you to know that if you have a problem, you can talk to me, approach me, and ask for help. I don't want any of my students to have problems that I'm not aware of. I want to be aware of you,"

They nodded and returned to what they were doing.

I adjusted my sitting position and leaned back slightly to relax.

After a few minutes, I stood up.

"Just pass those," I announced. "Fernandez, you can put those papers on my desk in the faculty. There's no deadline as long as you submit them today. If you can't do it now, talk to me and give me a proper reason. Gotcha!"

They immediately cheered.

I glanced at my other students who weren't rushing.

"Come on! Step up! Even out your blush on your cheeks!" I teased the students in front of me.

They pouted, "Come on, Ma'am!" they protested.

"Hey, Lirel! Every time you're in my class back there, all you do is put on makeup!" I teased again.

They just pouted and continued putting face powder on their faces. I rolled my eyes at them before finally leaving their classroom. I only brought my phone because I can handle that. And I can't blame them if they want to look mature right away or put on all sorts of makeup on their faces.

"Ma'am Yoreh!"

I furrowed my brows. Who's calling me now? There's always someone calling me when I'm here in the hallway. If it's not a student crushing on me, it's someone asking for food!

"Ma'am, Mrs. Santiago asked me to tell you to buy food for the workers in building 4," the student said and handed me a thousand pesos before running off.

There you go! This is a playground, not a school.

I angrily walked towards building 4. Some students greeted me, while others avoided my path. As if I'm going to quiz you here, duh!

I kept my gaze forward. I'm wearing my usual uniform with black slacks and a pink blouse. My slightly curly and long hair was also let loose. I could still see some seniors peering at me and winking at me.

"If you stand up, I'll slap you upside down," I joked, and they immediately burst into laughter.

"You're really something, Ma'am!" one shouted.

You're really something, your face!

I just laughed at them and rolled my eyes. I stopped in front of some workers who I guess are only in their 30s to 40s.

"Hello!" I greeted to get their attention.

"Hello, how can we help you, Ma'am?" one asked.

"Mrs. Santiago asked me to buy food for you. I just want to ask what kind of food you want?" I asked with a smile.

They glanced at each other as if embarrassed.

"Uh, anything will do, Ma'am," one answered.

"How about you, Engineer?" the man in front of me asked, turning to the person behind me.

I almost stumbled because of surprise. I even glanced at the person who accidentally touched me to steady myself. I gave him an apologetic smile.

I turned my gaze back to the man who was now in front of me.

He's standing straight while his hands inside his pocket. He raised an eyebrow at me before looking away. He took a few steps closer to me while momentarily running his fingers through his hair.

He chuckled, "Nothing," he answered sternly.

Then he turned around.

Before he turned his back on me.

As if he didn't know me.

As if he wasn't the reason for

my intense crying before.

As if it doesn't matter.

As if it's really over.

As if it's really done.

He looked the same, his charisma even stronger. I could see how his muscles flex with every movement. I quickly looked away and turned to the other workers.

"Uh, okay, I'll go buy it," I nervously said before I turned around.

I almost stumbled as I walked. I didn't know where to look. What if Samuel sees us?

I bit my lip and walked properly. I immediately felt dizzy because of the unknown reason.