Chapter 1803

Juan ignored it, his tone flat. "I'm your new homeroom teacher for a month. During that time, I don't want anyone to cause trouble in my class."

He snapped a pen in half and added, "If anyone slacks off, can't answer my questions, or falls behind, you'll end up like this pen."

The class gasped.

At their age, the worst threat was getting their parents called or a warning. Expulsion for big screw-ups. But this? Straight-up intimidation was the first time ever.

"I'm done for," Lillian muttered, despaired.

She couldn't stand Juan or Jordan. If those two were running her life, she'd rather keel over. Drake was way better.

Lillian was on the verge of tears when Juan called out to her.

"Here." She shot up like a reflex.

Juan eyed her. "If you flunk PE today, you know what's coming."

Lillian swallowed hard, eager to call Debra right away.

Juan read her mind and stepped closer. "Hand over your phone."

She shot a desperate look at Solomon, but he looked away.

Juan stared her down. Grudgingly, she pulled her phone from the desk and handed it over.

"There's more."

"Nope, that's it."

"Backup phone."

Lillian gritted her teeth but fished out her spare.

Juan took both, still staring. "Need me to count to three?"

Silently, she slid a third phone from her pocket into his hand.

One was hers, one from Drake, and the last one from Liza. They were all gone now.

"Come get them after school," Juan said, heading to the podium. "Class starts now."

After that stunt, nobody dared slack off. When the bell rang, everyone sat ramrod straight, scared to catch Juan's eye.

"That's your godfather?" Farrah whispered, leaning in. "Your mom's ex?"

The class smelled gossip and crowded around Lillian.

"He is hot as hell. Your dad is gotta be hotter, right?"

"If your mom picked your dad, he's gotta outshine your godfather."

"Come on, spill. We're dying here."

The girls were already spinning a love triangle saga.