Chapter 73 A Daughter's Friend
Daisy Davis was always open-minded and friendly, encouraging her daughter to make friends with boys. She had never seen Laura get close to any boy, so she was surprised when Kevin brought Laura home one day and became curious about him.
Since then, Daisy often asked Laura about her relationship with Kevin , which really bothered Laura. She had hoped that the incident that night would change Kevin 's attitude towards her, but he remained the same and even distanced himself more. Laura didn't understand why and was too proud to ask Kevin directly, leaving her feeling sad and alone.
Kevin returned to his seat and noticed his deskmate looking at him like he was an idiot. He touched his face and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
"You really are something. First, you go against the class monitor, and then Laura. I don't even know what to say about you," the boy said with a sigh. In Class 57, there were two people no one dared to mess with: Ivan Simmons and Laura Jones. Yet Kevin had just offended both of them in one go. If it were him, he would have found a river to jump into by now.
Kevin smiled awkwardly. He didn't want to stand out; he just wanted to quietly finish high school and get into a decent college to make his mom, Bethany Harris, proud. But trouble seemed to find him anyway.
Suddenly, the noisy classroom fell silent. Kevin looked up to see Alissa entering with a stern face. She stood on the podium, her authoritative presence commanding the entire room. At that moment, she was the absolute authority in the classroom, and no one dared challenge her, not even Ivan Simmons, who instinctively avoided her gaze and lost his earlier arrogance.
Kevin remained calm but somewhat distracted. His relationship with Alissa had gone beyond that of student and teacher. Whenever he thought about how he had made her moan with pleasure, his respect for her diminished. He was curious about what Alissa and Audrey discussed after he left and whether it involved him.
Alissa's gaze swept over each student. As the homeroom teacher, she had to remember each student's name, family background, personality, and thoughts, intervene when necessary, and communicate with parents if needed. She also had to fulfill her duties as an English teacher and often worked late into the night, which contributed to the growing distance between her and her husband, Zachary Adams.
When her eyes landed on Kevin , Alissa's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away. She didn't know how to manage him now that they had a physical relationship. Her usual methods of dealing with students weren't effective. Even corporal punishment hadn't restored Kevin 's respect for her; instead, it had only aroused him, forcing her to compromise.
Thinking about how she had been left unsatisfied earlier by Kevin 's touch, Alissa felt a lingering sense of frustration. She had to suppress her desires and maintain her stern teacher persona.
"Last week, I assigned a composition titled 'The Person I Love the Most.' I reviewed your work, and many of you wrote very well, with most of you writing about your mothers," Alissa began, taking a deep breath. "I can see genuine emotion in your writing, and I need to commend those efforts."
She named a few students and then smiled at Laura Jones. "Laura Jones wrote the best composition this time. It was heartfelt and well-structured, reaching the level of a model composition. Let's have Laura read her composition to the class so everyone can learn from it."
Amid applause, Laura blushed, stood up, and started reading her composition. She had written about her mother, but instead of the usual themes of hardship and household duties, she focused on how Daisy encouraged her to learn the violin. Her mother was both gentle and strict, and Laura eventually understood her mother's intentions.
"When I played my first piece successfully and heard the beautiful melody around me, I saw my mother's gratified smile. At that moment, I realized her strictness was for this moment. I couldn't help but think of our teachers, who, beneath their stern exteriors, have gentle hearts like mothers. Mothers are like teachers, and teachers are like mothers. I want to say to those who have silently loved me, I love you too."
Laura finished reading the last part of her composition, stuck out her tongue, and sat down. Her deskmate leaned over and whispered, "Laura, it’s so good. It almost made me cry." Her eyes were red, clearly moved by Laura's words.
"Stop it, you're making me blush," Laura smiled sweetly but couldn't help glancing at Kevin sitting behind her. Kevin 's compositions had always been the best, and she had always felt competitive. This time, she had poured her heart into her writing and finally surpassed Kevin , earning Alissa's praise. She thought, "Kevin , you think you're all mighty and proud because you write good compositions. Now I beat you this time. What do you have to be proud of?"
After Laura sat down, Alissa nodded and said, "After hearing Laura's composition, don't you find it touching yet natural? This is what I often tell you about the skill beyond the poem. You must pay attention to the things around you and accumulate material to write with substance, not clichés or forced sentiments. Laura's composition is a good example of this."
The students listened attentively to Alissa's analysis, their faces showing thoughtful expressions. They loved Alissa's composition reviews, which were vivid, straightforward, and insightful, always providing great learning opportunities. This was why Class 57 had the best English scores in the school, and Alissa's reputation as a top teacher was well-deserved.
As Alissa finished reviewing Laura's composition, she glanced at Kevin . In truth, Kevin 's composition was still the best this time. Laura's was good but lacked a certain natural flair, still constrained by technique. However, Alissa wanted to curb Kevin 's arrogance and encourage Laura, so she deliberately didn't praise Kevin .
"Alright, there's not much time left. I want you all to write a 500-word essay describing a memorable scene. Hand it in when you're done," Alissa said, assigning another task before stepping off the podium and slowly patrolling the aisles.
Checking on a few students she was particularly concerned about, Alissa reached Kevin 's desk and saw him biting his pen, staring blankly at his paper with nothing written on it. She found it odd; it was normal for other students to struggle with ideas, but not Kevin . She lightly tapped his desk to remind him to start writing.
Kevin looked up at Alissa, then glanced around to see everyone else busily writing. He smiled and started writing effortlessly as if he had been organizing his thoughts.
Curious, Alissa stood by and watched Kevin write. After a few lines, her breathing quickened, her face flushed, and her body trembled slightly. A wave of heat surged through her, reigniting her suppressed desires. She tried to maintain her composure, but her body betrayed her, reminding her of the complicated feelings she had for Kevin .
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