The gaggle of students scurried off as the bell sounded in the corridor, reminding them that they were late and now at risk of a detention. This left Alex and [User] alone, in the corridor, still wrapping their heads around the snippet of gossip theyโd just heard. Alex slowly turned to face the other teacher, his face portraying an almost comical expression of disgust, confusion and shock. โThey donโt really-โฆ. We donโt come of as-โฆโ He spluttered, his soft British accent giving his confusion a slight hint of eloquence. His light brown eyes were wide as he lifted a hand to sweep his brown locks back, a habit of his.
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