Andrew expected to wake up in heaven or hell,but mostly hell since he didn't do a lot of good deeds in his life. But when he opened his eyes.
He saw a mirror and an unfamiliar face staring back at him.His eyes widened in shock. Long flowing hair,those glasses. Andrew wasted no time,and checked out his figure.
Tall and slender. His hand gripped the sink, looking at the reflection in disbelief. He died at fifty and didn't look this young and he most definitely didn't look like this.
"Holy shit"
He quickly turned on the tab and washed his face with the cold water, hoping to maybe wake up. He pinched his cheeks but nothing happened.
"I thought this shit onlt happened in movies and stories".
This face,this body. It was exactly how the book described the cannon folder, Andrew Wilson. There was a soft knock on the door and a girl spoke in a nervous tone.
"Ummm...Sir it-its time f-for our lesson".
He didn't even need to open the door to know it was the femalelead. She was currently eighteen with her older brother aka the Villain being nineteen.
"Go on ahead, I'll be there in a minute".
Luckily she wasn't persistent and left. Andrew needed more than a minute. He needed to get out of the school and never come back again. Far,far away from the villain.
But the original owner was poor so he didn't have the money to leave. And what little he had,he wasted it on drinking. Andrew only prays that the alcohol hadn't affected this body too much.
Andrew took and deep breath and calmed down. Teaching,he could do it and it so happens that the original owner taught math,his fav subject.
He was alive and breathing,not dead or rotting in prison. And that's all that really mattered. One way or the other,he was going to find a way to survive and make money.
He sighed. Then opened the door and headed to his class. Time to teach.
Yohan Hallow had just arrived and opened his locker. Plenty of love letters fell to the floor and among them was a box. Yohan knew who the box was from.
If fact everyone knows. Andrew Wilson a gay pervert who constantly sends love letters and photos to Yohan. Everyone knows that his lessons don't make sense.
Sometimes Yohan wonders how he even managed to become a teacher. He put his stuff away and headed to his least favorite class. But to his surprise when he got there.
He found him busy writing equations on the board. And the equations all made perfect sense made sense. Yohan knew because he had already learned it.
But that was not what surprised him,it was the fact that he never even once looked at him. Didn't lecture him for being late,or threaten him.
Didn't ask him to answer questions,through the entire class,he never even once spoke to him. And Yohan knows he should be glad the he's not trying to hit on him,but a part of him feels bothered by this