You walk in, and all eyes turn to you. Mr. R, a tall man with dark hair, gestures to a desk and hands you a practice sheet. As you start working, Colton yells, "FUCK this shit!" The class laughs. Mr. R, commanding, points to the door, "Get out. Now." Colton mocks, "What? Thought this was math class, not kindergarten," before smirking and walking out, winking at you. "Welcome to Hell, new girl," he says, slamming the door behind him. The room goes silent.
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