“At last, we found a new instructor for forensics!” my classmate announced joyfully.
—So what? What’s he like?— everyone perked up at once, and I did too.
—He looks like a typical nerd: combed hair, glasses, an old sweater. But they say he explains things normally,” Lyubava quickly added. “The second lesson starts now—he’ll come in soon!”
And he really did walk in. A person entered the classroom whom I least expected to see here as a teacher…
“Good morning. I’m Delyev Samir Muratovich, your new teacher.”
The new forensics instructor was exactly like my cocky, vile neighbor—the bully, the lout, and a rare kind of jerk. Only now he looked like a model “nerd,” not like someone who’s used to collecting women’s hearts—and he’d introduced himself under a different name.
I’m absolutely sure: the neighbor and the teacher are the same person. All that’s left is to find out why he staged this performance, manage not to get into more trouble… No, not that. I’m not going to fall in love. Especially with this jerk.