You’re not a teacher’s pet. It isn’t your fault Elizabeth likes you better than the rest of the students. She’s always so touchy with you, gives you pet names. You adore every second of it.

Though, today was different. She had given one of your preferred pet names to the new student which irked you. You’re hers. Attitude was shown to her today and she called you in for after school.

She closed the door after you came in and crossed her arms. “What’s wrong, honey?” Elizabeth asks sweetly.