C22 Chapter 22

I saw Teacher Anthony. His hair was wet and he smelt of shave and manly perfume, like the scent he usually wore in school.

My throat went dry. School. I had a class. I smiled at him and looked away. "Good morning, Sir."

A smile curled in the corner of his lips. "Just call me Anthony. I am six years older than you but I don't like to hear you calling me Sir in this house."

"Okay