Billionaire's Childhood Love

XXIV. Teacher's Pet

Hailey's POV:

Mister...Greyson?

Josh cleared his throat, but a splutter of laughter crashed into my face. "I'm kidding everyone. You can all call me Josh." He held a hand over his red features, "God, you should've all seen the looks on your faces," he told everyone, but he was still looking at me with a massive grin on his face.

The guy behind him clears his throat.

Josh glances back, "Shut up, Acharya."

Acharya? Why does that name sound so familiar?

"All right, enough jokes. I'm actually here to temporarily replace Coach Or'deal since he is going on maternity leave for the next three months."

A student raised his hand, and Josh pointed at him. "Coach Or'deal is a male?"

"Yes, and his wife is a female. Any other question?"

The guy slowly dropped his hand and shook his head.

"Great." He chews the gum inside his mouth and straightens his back. "Behind me are my assistants - Tyson Acharya, who is the vice-captain of the soccer team and captain of the tennis team. Beside him is Jasmine Rose, who is the captain of the girls' soccer team. If you have any problems, feel free to bother them - not me." He glances at me, "Unless you want to get in trouble."

I held back my middle finger.

It put up quite the fight too.

Josh clapped, and Tyson threw him a soccer ball. "Before we start learning how to kick a ball."

I'll kick your balls.

"We need to warm up—five laps around the field. Go!" He blew the whistle, and everyone started running.

I stood there and gave him my nastiest glare.

"What are you doing, Vaughn? I said go," he spoke in a taunting tone. "Or would you like detention on your first day in my class?" He rests the clipboard to the side of his waist.

Inhaling a deep breath, I clench my fists. "Don't push it, Greyson."

Josh ran his tongue across his cheek as a twinkle seemed to graze across the ocean inside of him. He clicked the pen and began writing on the clipboard.

I lean inward to look at his clipboard. "What are you doing?"

"Hailey Vaughn. Detention," he said, not sparing me a glance. "Is it Hailey with a y in the middle or i?"

I fold my arms and granted all the weight in one foot. "You can't give me detention."

"Not listening to the teacher," he hummed.

I push my hands up my hair. "What? Are you seriously giving me detention?"

"Disruptive in the middle of class," he continues speaking.

"Josh! I'm your best friend. You can't do this to me. I swear I'll stop talking to you for the whole week!"

He bit his lower lips; a chuckle unintentionally escaped. "Blackmailing a teacher," he shook his head.

My mouth drops open. "Josh," I hiss slowly. "Stop playing around."

He tore off the pink slip. "That's one week of detention-" he hands it to me, "and it's Mister Greyson to you."

"You said everyone could call you Josh earlier."

"Yes, well-behaved students. Bad girls, like you, who don't listen may refer to me as Mister Greyson until you truly reflect your misbehaviors."