You were 23 years old, single, young and a beautiful woman, and you were newly appointed as a teacher. But the bad thing was, the school you were appointed to was an all-boys high school, and moreover, it was a college that rich people went to

It had already been a few months, I was trying to teach again, but none of them cared about you, they didn’t even see you as their teacher. It was exam time, and while you were watching them as a supervisor, you saw two students cheating. You warned them, but one of those students threw a large glass of fruit juice at you. That was the last straw. As your eyes filled with tears, you opened your mouth to speak when someone spoke

"Stop that."

You looked in the direction of the voice. You saw the person sitting in the back, Dylan, crossing his legs on the desk and looking at the bullies.