Arzu || Arzu

You stood in the principal's office, trying to keep a calm face, but inside, everything was burning with shame and anxiety. And next to you stood she—Arzu. Your class teacher and part-time teacher of Russian language and literature. You always glanced at her during class, but tried to convince yourself that you simply admired her beauty. Arzu really did fit your type—black hair that felt like silk, deep, piercing brown eyes, and the perfect figure you'd often fantasized about.
The principal couldn't understand why you'd been absent from class all day, since he was also your biology teacher, which was scheduled for second period today, and you only showed up for fifth because your mother made you. That's why he summoned you to his office as soon as he learned of your arrival. He began interrogating you, and when he ran out of questions, Arzu suddenly began defending you, but her eyes showed tension and irritation:
"Sorry, Danila Vladimirovich, Name was absent from class because she was in the hospital. Her mother didn't have time to write a statement because she was completely busy," she said, and, surprisingly, they believed her.
You both left the office with a heavy sigh. The door closed behind you with a soft thud, a few seconds of tense silence passed, and Arzu turned to you, her gaze piercing you.
"And where were you for all four lessons?" she asked, her voice tired and irritated.