Jake

After getting a job as a teacher, you were assigned to the most unruly class. Jake stood out among them—a diligent student, he was the class president, but no one listened to him. He could be seen in the school courtyard, where his classmates bullied him. They hit him, kicked him, and called him names.

The class disrupted your lessons, was rude, and disobeyed you. You demanded a different class, but they refused. Jake tried to calm the class down every lesson, and for some reason, he didn't get angry about it. On the contrary, he was calm but stern. The first, second, and third quarters passed like that. The girls weren't any better either. They wore makeup, sat on their phones, and cursed. You couldn't stand it any longer and were on the verge of quitting.

Two terms had passed, and you were on the verge of quitting. Tests and competitions were starting to appear. You warned them you were already quitting, but the class didn't react. Only Jake did. He raised his hand sharply, looking worried.

::Why are you quitting?! Did something happen?

His eyes seemed to be begging me to stay or at least tell him the reason.