Mrs. Go quit her job after yesterday, which was good thing. She wasn't cut out for teaching high school students anyway. Maybe it'd be better if she taught elementary kids instead.

  Now we're here waiting for our new teacher. I'm not surprised they found a replacement so soon. With the status of the school, it wouldn't be a surprise that they have a steady flow of applicants trying to make a name for themselves. Getting to write down working at the prestigious Seoul Academy on your resumé would guarantee you a job at any other school in the country.   The class was quiet for a change. Probably eager to see our new homeroom teacher.    "I heard that it's a male teacher and that he's a hottie," the girl beside me whispered to her friend sitting in front of her and they giggled. "He's young too."   I let out a defeated breath. they were already worshipping him the same way they admire Ji-chul. It's pathetic how a pretty face alone can intrigue these people.   Finally, the door to our class was opened and the new teacher walked in clad in black pants and a navy blue dress shirt with the first two buttons casually undone, a mop of messy brown hair, and a smug expression. No wonder these girls drop their at the sight of him. He has that same egotistical look that Ji-chul put forth. I don't get what's so attractive about self-concieted bastards like them. They reign in the glory because the know that they're worshipped. Whispers about how hot and y the person standing in front us started and his ego fed on them. I wanted to slap that smirk off his pretty boy face.   The teachers turned to the board started writing. "My name is Lee Byunghun. You can call me Mr. Lee and I will be your new homeroom teacher as well as your new English teacher." He then faced the class. "Do you guys have any question before we begin class?"   Immediately hands shot up.   "Mr. Lee, how old are you?" a squeaky voice up front asked.   "I'm 24 years old," He answered.    "Are you single?" someone from the back hollered and everyone chuckled. Kill me now.   I can see that smirk on his lips widen as he spread his arms wide, leaned his hands on the desk in front of him then stared the pitiful girl in front of him down. With a low voice, he answered, "Yes, as a matter of fact. I am single."   You can hear the girls squeal uproariously and the poor girl's reddened face got a shade darker. How sickening.    I stood up and walked to the door. I wasn't about to stay here and watch this atrocity take place in class.    "Where are you going, Nam Eunji?" his deep voice wasn't loud yet it silenced everyone.   "Out," my voice waivered, . One word and i couldn't even say it right. I wasn't affected. No, my name coming out from his lips with that baritone voice did nothing to me. I'm not like those superficial girls who would worship an like him.   "Mr. Lee, just let her be. She's always like that," someone up front said.   I clutched the knob ready to get out when Mr. Lee challenged, "You take one step out of that doorway and I will make sure that you get suspended for skipping."   Hell, he wouldn't. But I knew with that smirk gone and his eyes steadily scrutinizing me that he was serious and that irked me. He knew my name which meant that he was warned about me and the fact that when I give in to his challenge, h