Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Keaton's booming voice cut through the chatter, making everyone realize he'd been standing at the door the whole time.

Fiona raised an eyebrow, casually hopping off her chair.

Nash looked just as guilty, hiding his face behind his English workbook.

"Hey, Mr. Thompson, why not join us for a round?" a boy suggested with a grin. "We still have time before class starts. Come on, just one game!"

Keaton was practically steaming, "What game? Everyone, back to your seats, pronto!"

"Seriously, you guys are still acting like kids! Do you even realize how close you are to the most important year of your lives? And here you are, just goofing off!"

Keaton marched up to the podium, slamming his palm on the desk for emphasis, "If you want to play, do it

on your own time! And dragging Ms. Fiona into this? She's such a good kid, and now you've got her acting like a hooligan!"

Wait a minute...

Fiona, a good kid?

Teacher, are you seeing the same Fiona we are?

Nash's lips twitched. If Fiona's so well-behaved, then who did this ridiculous face paint on him?

Fiona was surprised to hear such praise from Keaton. She straightened up, placing her hands neatly on the desk, looking every bit the picture of innocence.

But Keaton wasn't buying it, "Ms. Fiona, I expected better from you too! Do you know how dangerous it is to sit on the back of a chair like that? What if you fell?"

"You're absolutely right, teacher. I won't do it again," Fiona replied with a sweet smile, her small canine tooth peeking out, making her look both angelic and cheeky.

"That's more like it."

Keaton finally managed a smile, but it disappeared as soon as he looked at Nash.

"Nash! Quit dragging Ms. Fiona into your antics. Look at her, such a nice girl, and you've corrupted her." Nash, with his painted face, thought, "Isn't this favoritism a bit much?"

Does Fiona really need someone to lead her astray?

On her first day, she knocked me down so hard I couldn't get up.

And when we played that game, she wiped the floor with me.

Sitting on the back of a chair, pen in one hand, phone in the other, cooler than anyone else.

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introduce a new student e, settle down. I want to whet

He waved towards the door, "Tyler, come on in."

Only then did everyone notice Tyler standing there.

Fiona frowned, glancing over.

Didn't she ask Mr. Garcia to get Tyler into a better class?

What was he doing here?

Tyler strolled in confidently, backpack slung over one shoulder, and took his place at the podium.

"Go ahead, introduce yourself," Keaton encouraged with a smile.

Tyler's gaze swept over the room, lingering on Fiona for a moment before he spoke, "Hey everyone, I'm Tyler."

His voice was calm and husky, not what you'd expect from a typical teenager.

The class gave a warm round of applause!

"Mr. Keaton, why'd you take in another transfer student? Is this another case of a student being dumped on us because no one else would take him?" a boy laughed. The class was notorious as the dumping ground for underperforming students, with teachers often

sending their less academically inclined kids there.

So, was Tyler another case like that?

"Cut it out," Keaton said, clearly not amused.

"Seriously, was he really dumped here?"

"Alright, settle down, class is about、

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