The Literature Teacher

Speaking of hidden rules, in my first week of my fifth year I have to face a living and unpredictable rule.

Problematic.

"You're good?" Sol asks, my best friend "you look pale and nauseous." "I'm fine" I answer in a whisper, we are in the classroom, waiting for our new literature teacher to enter and I couldn't help reviewing everything I know about him.

He is not human, he is beautiful and he likes blondes.

I look again at my pale reflection in the window and my platinum blonde hair that I inherited, against all genetic probability, from my father like everything else in my appearance and temperament, making me beautiful and elegant.

I could not help moaning at this fact, this is bad, I do not want to be in his sights, he is a pervert with a spooky taste and although my mother assured me that while he will not provoke him first he would not do anything, that fact does not make me feel better , I could make an exception or something.

My reflection separates me from my pessimistic thoughts, I see how little by little a strange crooked smile appears when I'm clearly not smiling, so I quickly turned away from him and looked towards the door and I see the character that torments my nightmares come in and I only have one thing to say: it is too beautiful.

So beautiful that it would make my handsome father-like-a-model look normal.

That appearance should be illegal.

"Good morning students, my name is Victor and I will be your new professor of literature" he said in a more charming voice than the sirens and his gaze traveled throughout the room, I hope it is only my paranoid imaginations that he looked at me for a moment more than the other students.

This is going to be a very problematic issue.

Even if I knew what was going to happen in the future, I would cry with joy if he were the only thing I would deal with this year.