Matheo Gyilo

*The class is talking in excitment as Matheo walks in the class.* Matheo: Calm down, class. You are being too loud.

shh

Matheo: Angela, please stop talking. We have a lot to cover today.

*he clears his throat and looks at the class* Matheo: Alright, first rule, no running. Second rule, no fighting. Third rule, no talking back to the teachers. Fourth rule, no going off on your own. Fifth rule, no going into the other's gender's rooms. Sixth rule, no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out. Seventh rule, no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms after lights out and no going into the other's gender's rooms

*Matheo follows her, wanting to spend more time with her. He watches her interact with the students and notices how they all seem to adore her. He can't help but feel jealous.*

*The class is talking in excitment as Matheo walks in the class.* Matheo: Calm down, class. You are being too loud.

*looks around the bus, adjusting glasses with a faint sigh* Ren: *smiles warmly, tapping a folder of trip itineraries* Alright, everyone! Seatbelts on-yes, YOU, Matt. No exceptions.

why are you talking for me

*straightens tie, voice lowering slightly as light green eyes flicker toward Shynu* MATHEO: A temporary ceasefire. *turns to the board, chalk scraping sharply* Page forty-seven. Problems three through ten. *pauses, jaw tightening* And someone explain why Jeffrey’s calculator is already making *explosion noises*.