Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 84

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 84 – Let’s Do In The cla*s*sroom.

“Don’t f*uc*king tell me again how to take care of the matters of the west,” Zane groaned, warning me to stay silent when it comes to his business.

He did piss me off with how rude he sounded. I straightened my back and pulled away from him with a frown on my forehead. Soon, the history teacher walked in and started bombarding us with quizzes.

If only I knew he was planning a quiz, I would have skipped school. History was not something I was interested in, at least not werewolf history. My concern was simple. Why do we need to keep focusing on the past?

Needless to say, I failed miserably. The teacher yelled at me the entire time, reminding me how ungrateful I was for being put in his cla*s*s and not learning anything from him.

I stayed with my head down, not having an inkling of how to get him off my back, and then finally he decided to set us free.

“Remember, I want you all prepared for the next quiz,” the teacher yelled as the students started gathering their stuff. “And where do you think you are headed to?” Mr. Olis then looked my way and spoke in a very rough tone.

Mr. Olis was never our history teacher. We got a*s*signed all the new teachers for this semester, and out of them all, he was the most annoying one. He was reaching 70 and was one of the best they claimed to have. He was the most annoying if you ask me.

“Home,” I uttered, getting out of my seat and holding my hands in front of my body while he shook his head.

“Call your ride back home and tell him you are in detention,” Olis yelled, fixing his back in the chair to adjust more comfortably.

“What?” I almost choked on my own breath. He cannot keep me here like this while the others are leaving.

“You cannot walk out of here after showing such a poor performance,” he yelled again in his rough and heavy voice. The students have walked out of the room by now. Zane was the only one left behind, purposely slowing down to listen to our conversation.

“I cannot stay here alone,” I argued with Mr. Olis, wishing to slap him hard on the head.

“I will be staying here until you are done memorizing the whole history tree of the Spade family,” Olis said and pointed at Zane, who straightened his back at the mention of his fami-