The day he left me will always serve as a reminder to me, that all roses although beautiful, can inflict pain when held.

I am Alexis Cosme, I wasn't that beautiful but somehow boys would always try to flirt with me, it annoyed me so I always turned them down. I didn’t have any problems with my education. I had long brown hair and always wore eyeglasses. I like wearing eyeglasses because I thought it would make me look smarter.

It was around my third year of highschool I could still remember how he made quite an impression on me.

As I recall it was the 2nd period of classes when he entered our classroom.

His name was Leon Cruz; his appearance did not really stand out. He had long black hair. He looked like someone not to mess with, although somehow he’s got a nice guy vibe around him when he was with his friends. He wasn’t really tall or short.

His physique was very athletic, I noticed that his biceps were really developed and his body was quite toned, strangely enough, he wasn't in any sports club. But the fact alone is that he was a very hot.

But I really didn’t like him at first.

The first time I met him was very shocking, he kicked the door open like some gangster from an action movie. The way he walked was intimidating as if he’s looking for a fight.

The guy was wearing a suit; he looked like a new teacher; because sometimes-new teachers would wear suits on their first day, but strangely, he looked very young, too young in fact.

He introduced himself in such a way that would make every student in class fall silent

He wrote his name on the board with a marker “LEON CRUZ” and banged the board with his fist. He then shouted.

“OK, assholes, this is my name! Remember it! ”

He then took out something out of his bag. In my surprise, it was a bottle of whiskey. He then took out the lid and proceeded to drink it. All of us were shock with disbelief towards the teacher’s actions.

My classmates started making negative remarks, their voices began to rise they started to complain. A teacher wouldn't do this

“What kind of teacher is he?” one classmate of mine asked.

“This must be a joke?”

“I bet he isn't even a teacher!” another one said.

“What a fucking asshole!” one shouted.

“Shh, he might hear you, do you want to get in trouble?” a clueless classmate of mine said.

The rude teacher got extremely pissed by the noise of my classmates so he banged the board with his fist again this time with even more force.

The sound was loud enough to render all the students mute.

The teacher then pointed at one of our classmates and asked.

“Hey, Assfuck! What was your last lesson in physics?!”

The student could not answer him; I could tell that he was too scared.

“Can’t answer me asshole! Stand up!!” he shouted.

The student stood up.

He then pointed to a different student and asked him the same question.

“What topic did you last took in physics?!” he asked another one, my classmates.

The student wasn’t able to answer the question as well and he was also ordered by the teacher to stand.

He continued to ask us one by one. Asking about physics, none was able to say an answer. It's not that nobody knew the topic on physics, it's just nobody dared to answer. I don't know why is it because of his glare?

10 minutes had passed, almost half of the class was standing, he was about to ask me; it really was his glare. But the teacher suddenly gave a look as if he forgot something and then remembered it.

“OH SHIT! I forgot this isn’t physics. FUCK!” he said. I breathe a sigh of relief.

He then proceeded to check something on his phone, and the expression he had on his face looked like he made a very big mistake.

“Ahhh, Shit! My bad. My mistake I ain't supposed to teach physics, I just remembered it’s supposed to be literature, sorry class... hahahahaha” He said.

He then took out his book inside his bag and said

“OK, Bitches take out your books and turn to page 74. Read the fucking story, and after 30 minutes, I will ask everyone one of you sorry fucks one by one. If you cannot answer me. Your ass is mine!”

Like a thug, he then walked towards the window and took out a cigarette out of his pocket and proceeded to smoke it. I couldn’t believe him. This guy acted like the complete opposite of a teacher. But I was too scared to voice out my opinion.

In fear the whole class did what the teacher told us to do. I was going to follow his instructions but when I opened my bag, I knew that God has forsaken me.  My book wasn’t there. I began to dig through my bag trying to search for my book, but alas. GOD did abandon me.

At that moment, I knew I was screwed. I began to lose hope with the situation. Nothing really mattered anymore.

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So I took out a random book out of my bag and proceeded to pretend reading it. It was actually working at first but then the teacher finished the cigarette he was smoking and started to walk around the classroom.

I knew then that I was about to get screwed when I saw him checking my classmates one by one, looking to see if they were reading and not doing something else.

That moment I prayed to every GOD, deity or demon possible. I was even prepared to sell my own soul.

“Buddha, Zeus, GOD, Jesus, Odin, Satan, thor and the author of this novel, please! Oh please do something before he reaches me. “

However, as I was about to end my prayer, my eyes widened as fear ran through my veins. I saw the teacher was done checking the classmate who was sitting next to me and now he was now moving towards me.

I could feel that time began to move slowly, it felt like I could see every small gesture, nothing could escape from my senses, but that didn’t really helped me in any way possible. Strangely enough, I also began seeing glimpses of my entire life flashing before my eyes.

The teacher looked at my book, and as quick as a bullet he noticed that I was using the wrong book. He snatched my book on top of my desk.

“You think you're fucking special or something, what the fuck is the matter with you?!, this is the wrong book!” He shouted at me.

I started hallucinating; I could feel some weight on both my shoulders and an angel and a devil was on sitting on them, they cutely were whispering words to me.

“Tell the truth that you left your book, that way the punishment wouldn’t be so harsh.” the angel said.

“Fuck that, fuck him, and lie to that asshole!,“ the devil on my shoulder told me.

“Sir, I’m really sorry, I Accidentally left my book!” I replied to him.

I decided to listen to the angel and told the truth to the teacher.

I thought he would slap me and make my fly across the room. But to my surprise, he just lets out a sigh.

“You should have said that in the first place!” he told me. He looks warily

He then took out a copy of the curriculum gave it to me, I knew then that every deity I prayed to that time complied with my wishes, although they should have done it sooner, it was a delayed service so I ain't paying.

I took it from his hands and began turning the pages of the book, but suddenly, another teacher entered the classroom.

The other teacher seems surprised to see that there was already a teacher in the room.

So he asked the teacher. “Excuse me, who are you?” the teacher looked confused as he asked the question.

At that moment, the first teacher who entered the classroom pointed at the door and shouted.

“OH.  LOOK THERES A DINOSAUR AT YOU BACK!”

We all turned to look at the direction he pointed at, even the second teacher. Disappointingly, there wasn’t a dinosaur.

We turned back towards the first teacher and saw that he was near the window and one of his feet was on the windowsill.

The second teacher quickly ran towards the first teacher to stop him but it was already too late, the fake teacher was already one by the time the first teacher was able to reach him.

Later on that day, we learned that the first teacher who came inside was actually a student acting as a teacher. And the student was caught and was given proper punishment.

That fact didn’t really bother me, it was completely obvious from the start that he wasn’t a teacher; the fact that bothered me was our classroom was on the third floor of the school. It kept bothering me that the ‘acting teacher’ jumped jump out of a window on the third floor and still managed to survive.

The day finally ended, I arrived home tired and hungry but lucky for me. Mother was already preparing dinner.

So I rushed towards my room to get changed and made my way to the kitchen to help with preparing dinner. I was arranging the plates and utensils, and suddenly a thought came rushing through my mind, I was forgetting something. I shrugged off the thought and I didn’t trouble myself any longer.

As time passed by, dinner was finished; my family and I sat down and ate.

I didn’t have a brother and a sister so was only me, my father and my mother.

We didn’t really talk that much during dinner time, I don’t really know why. After the meal, I went to my room.

I got curious about the person who was acting as a teacher. I was trying to remember his name but couldn't to remember it.

I gave up and jumped towards my bed.

I was about to fall to slumber, I couldn’t help but think I was forgetting something as if there was something I didn’t return. Like borrowing a book from a library and not returning it.

“Oh well, I might remember it if I get some sleep!” I told myself.

I could not stop dreaming about the guy who acted as a teacher that night.