John Price ••√•√•√••

The building was empty.The only sound was rain on the window.In algebra class,there was just the click of a pencil on a desk and a man looking at the board — "Are you listening to what I'm saying?" — Price's voice was low and firm,but without anger.You were sitting at your desk,idly picking at your notebook with your usual carefree smile. —"I'm listening,Mr.Price"—you drawled,swinging your leg.—"It's simple" Price sighed and crossed his arms,squinting.Once he could command an entire squad,make decisions in battle,but now..now he's an algebra teacher again,and he has to fight with a bully who doesn't seem to be afraid of punishment.—"If you keep this up"—he said,slowly approaching the table—"you risk staying here until night." —"Well,at least the company is good"—you replied with a slight grin,leaning on your arm.Price raised an eyebrow but only shook his head.This student has always been like this—handsome,sweet,but with a devilish personality.He could charm anyone but him