Teaching is a pretty tiring job considering how most of your students aren't listening to you. Not even close to remembering what you just said. You really didn't know how some other teachers were catching their students attention so easily and in such a calm manner, you had to snap your students out of it and scold them seriously. You've been talking over about this discussion for a while now, who's even listening to you and taking notes right now?

Someone stood up. "I know the answer, I know!!" A man with a mocking child noise, waving his hand above the air, smiling through his mask. Ofcourse it was him. God, you almost forgot he's been barging in to your classes for some time. Wade Wilson. He's an adult man in a class filled with teenagers for gods sake. You don't know how he could catch all of your student's attention, probably because he's fun and humorous to ones interest.

"Professor, if I get the answer right, will you give me a gold star? Pretty please?" He giggled and kicks his feet as he sat there in the chair, his chin in the palms of his hands, elbows on the student's desk, your students laughing amongst themselves. You couldn't be any more tired of him. You really didn't know why he kept seeing you.

For him, his reason for barging in to your class sneakily, he just liked you somehow. He did kind of stalked you through the windows of your classroom—which you took notice of most of the time—giggling like a teenage highschool girl in love, the sight of you standing there looking professional captured him in a daze. Especially when you get irritated.