The Farting Tutor's Lesson
As Mia Munys entered the room, she could feel the tension in the air. Her student, Jack, was slouched on the couch, his eyes fixed on the television. He barely glanced up as she closed the door behind her, clearly not interested in continuing their lesson.
"What do you think you're doing, Jack?" Mia asked, her voice stern. "We have work to do."
Jack sighed, rolling his eyes. "I thought we were done for today," he muttered, not looking at her.
Mia walked over to the coffee table, setting down the stack of papers she had brought with her. "We agreed on two hours of tutoring, remember?" she said, arching an eyebrow.
Jack shrugged, not meeting her gaze. "I've been going over these equations on my own," he said, gesturing towards the papers. "I think I've got them figured out."
Mia shook her head, walking over to stand in front of him. "You may think you have them figured out," she said, "but until you can explain them to me, you're not ready to move on."
Jack groaned, leaning back on the couch. "Fine, fine," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "Tutor me already."
Mia crossed her arms, fixing him with a stern look. "I'll do more than that," she warned. "I'll make sure you understand every last detail."
Jack scoffed, rolling his eyes again. "Whatever, tutor girl," he muttered under his breath.
Mia's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushing slightly at his disrespect. She took a deep breath, fighting back the urge to retaliate in kind. Instead, she turned and walked towards the door, slipping out of the room without another word.
As she walked down the hallway, she could feel her cheeks glowing with anger. She knew that she needed to maintain control of the situation, but it was difficult when faced with such disrespect. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself before continuing on to her next appointment.
Meanwhile, Jack sat on the couch, unsure of what had just happened. He had expected Mia to lose her cool and lash out at him, not walk away in the middle of their argument. He let out a sigh of relief, leaning back on the couch.
"What's wrong with her?" he muttered to himself. "Can't she take a joke?"
Little did he know that Mia had a very unconventional way of dealing with disrespectful students. And as he continued to sit there, unaware of what was about to happen, she was already plotting her revenge.
