Miss. Diana (Matthew POV)

Matthew Sinclair was openly yawning in Miss Diana's class.

The topic of her lecture was history, specifically the brutal nature of genocide committed by the conquering nations against the conquered ones.

Matthew sat slumped in his seat, half listening Miss Diana droned on about history. She was talking about the atrocities of past genocides in some foreign nations, something she seemed to be passionate about, but Matthew found it utterly boring. He couldn't understand why anyone would waste their time feeling sorry for a bunch of weak and pathetic people who had easily been conquered by stronger nations. With another exaggerated yawn, he stretched his arms lazily as he shifted in his seat. Miss Diana glanced at him with a hint of contempt before continuing with her lesson.

But Matthew didn't care about her disapproval. He knew her type, she was just another young, naive teacher fresh out of college, **** for a job. Even if it was at their mediocre school. She was no match for someone like him.

Miss Diana was a young woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties with a shade of Asian features in her. She was fair-skinned with short black hair that gave her a more intellectual appearance than Matthew gave her credit for. She had a slender figure, with small breasts but well-defined curves in her hips and butt that caught Matthew's attention more than her teaching ever could.

Even if she was new to the school, Miss Diana should have been informed about the Sinclair’s by now. They were the most influential and powerful family in the area, with control over the education department and the school's board. It was common knowledge that they had a tight hold on everything. If that stupid girl wanted to keep her job, it was better for her to not mess with him. Matthew thought to himself as he took out his cell phone and began playing a video game in the middle of class.

He continued to fiddle with his phone as the class continued. But his gaze kept wandering from his phone to the young teacher's figure. He liked her after all, maybe it was time to make his move on her? He thought to himself when suddenly the bell rang, and everyone began to rise from their seats. He then made his way towards her desk.

Miss Diana sat primly at her desk, pretending not to notice him standing in front of her as she finished up some notes. Matthew waited a few moments in front of her, waiting for her to turn to look at him, but she refused to acknowledge him, which annoyed him, who did she think she was? Maybe it was time to show her who's boss after all.

He slammed his hand down on her notes, startling her and forcing her to look at him. "Can I help you with something, Matthew?" she asked in a clipped tone, clearly annoyed by his presence, her antipathy towards the boy was palpable. That made Matthew smile.

“I wanted to talk about your class, Miss Diana.” He said with a mockingly innocent voice.

“Oh, really? I didn't think you were interested in the topic. You were too busy playing and yawning the whole class" Miss Diana retorted.

He couldn't resist provoking her. "Well, can you blame me? The subject was so dull. Who cares about a lot of countries where people were so pathetic that they let themselves be conquered so easily? I feel like it's not worth looking with empathy at countries full of worthless people."

Miss Diana's expression turned serious as she looked at him from her seat. Then, in a calm but biting tone, she said, "One of the countries we talked about was Korea, Matthew. My country. I’m half Korean by my mother’s side. We were under Japan's control for many years. My grandmother lived through that yoke. Do you think she or I or my mother are worthless because of it?" She held his gaze firmly as she spoke, daring him to continue being disrespectful.

A spark of defiance flashed in Matthew's eyes. An impulse to lash out and tell Miss Diana. That she was right. In his eyes, she, her mother, and even her grandmother were all worthless chinks. But he held back.

"Well, I don't really know much about it, after all. But if I have any questions or need something explained, you're going to stop whatever you're doing and explain it to me, right? Even if it means going through the whole class just for me."

Miss Diana sighed "Well, Matthew, unlike others, my time is precious, and I only explain things in class. So good luck trying to catch up before the exam," She replied with an icy tone.

"Oh please, I guarantee I'll ace the exam," Matthew said with a smug grin as he reached out to take Miss Diana's hand. She recoiled in disgust and anger, but before she could pull away, Matthew spoke again.

“I hear you're renting a house nearby, miss. You're new in town, aren't you? And you're new to teaching, I imagine you don't have much savings.”

"That's none of your concern," Miss Diana snapped.

“It's just that if you unfortunately ended up losing you job here, could you still afford to rent a house? It would be a shame if you had to crawl back in defeat to where you came from…. Could it be to your parents' house, perhaps ?” Matthew smirked as he caressed Miss Dianna's hand.

The look of fury in Miss Diana's eyes at the mention of going back to her parents' house told Matthew that he had hit the mark. He was good at quickly identifying people's weaknesses, a talent his mother had carefully taught him.

Miss Diana's face flushed with anger as she yanked her hand away from Matthew's grip. She couldn't believe the audacity of that entitled and disrespectful brat standing before her. But by now, she knew she had to maintain her composure, especially when dealing with a Sinclair.

With a **** calmness, Miss Diana leaned back in her chair and fixed Matthew with a piercing stare. "I suggest you leave now Matthew. You wouldn't want to be late for your next class."

Matthew's smirk only widened at her words. He really enjoyed dominating people. A taste he also learned from his mother. The part he liked the most was confronting them at the beginning, when they had more courage and strength. Defeating them and then breaking their spirit. He especially liked to dominate older women. Miss Diana wasn't old enough for his taste, but he would certainly enjoy breaking her and dominating her completely anyways.

"Now listen up, Miss," Matthew started, his face darkening as he addressed Miss Diana, his tone becoming more severe as he spoke. Miss Diana met his blue cold gaze with unwavering courage. Her brow furrowed as she looked up at him from behind her desk. "If you don't want to end up in the street, from now on..."

But before he could finish his threat, a high-pitched scream rang through the room. "Mattheeeeeeew!" a voice called out next to him, and suddenly, a pair of arms were wrapped around him in a tight embrace. His view was momentarily blocked by a veil of long black hair.

He looked down to see Sarah as she clung onto him. "I've been waiting all day to see you," she said with a playful pout as she pulled away slightly to look at him. The tension in the room dissipated.

Miss Diana let out a long, heavy sigh as she gazed at Matthew's face. She knew she wouldn't have to deal with him for the rest of the day, at least.

"Matthew, Sarah, the next class is about to start. Please leave the room," she said in a practiced and professional tone, though her inner frustration was palpable.

"Of course, teacher. Let's go, Matthew," Sarah chimed in, taking his hand and leading him out of the room. As they left, Matthew shot Miss Diana a searing stare, telegraphing that he wasn't finished with her yet. But she simply avoided his gaze and focused on preparing for her next lesson.