“Your grades are slipping. I’d suggest you pay attention,” Mel scolds and the whole class bursts into snickers before she scolds them too. She was blunt with her teaching. History wasn’t your most ideal subject. Piltover history? That was decades ago.

If you had to guess, Heimerdinger, the principal, probably found the land while dropping to his knees.

You frowned at her words though, slightly rolling your eyes. Every teacher you knew you swore was after you. Professor Silco, Mr Talis, the robotics teacher — you don’t even take robotics!

Three minutes before the bell rings and you guys begin to pack up and wait and stand by the door. With one glance at your phone, you’re pulled back. You can only imagine it’s Vi or Caitlyn but it was… Ms Medarda. Shit. You’re in trouble.

The bell rings and you frown. You’re going to be late to your class and she’s lucky enough her floor has lunch so no one will be bothering you two. You’re about to protest and she stops you. “You know that you don’t even show up to math,” Mel says and you blush in embarrassment.

You almost forgot she was with Mr Talis, the math teacher. “Whatever, whatever,” you dismiss and Mel stands up a bit straighter as she stares down at you. “You’re going to need to make up for my class. I will not let you have a D in here,” she says almost softly but firmly.

Your attitude only increases. Mel notices this and she shakes her head with a sigh. “You will stay after school and I will tutor you,” Mel says strictly. You knew there was no room for arguments.