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My Mysterious Teacher’s Assistant (3/3)

Hello lovelies!!! Y’all ready for the final part of this crazy series??? Let’s recap in case.

Recap Start

+ Richard ended being security for a bad man named Bob in Cuba who sold bad things

+ The US asked Richard to help them get a dude out of the situation, who ended up being his best friend, Steve, from when they were kids

+ Bob found out there’s someone sneaky in the ranks, but don’t know who

+ Bob and his booby guards try to pull a gun on Richard’s bestie and Richard takes the shot instead

+ Everyone leaves and Steve gets up right as rain cause he’s got a damn bullet proof vest

+ Richard’s sister had some finance trouble with a gang in Colombia and they were not happy about that

+ Gang sends some goons over but Steve comes to the rescue!

+ Richard and his fam make a quick getaway with the old car and clothes switch- a-roo

+ Richard and his family take on new names and go to the US and unfortunately the US is dumb so sometimes they think people who are here legally aren’t so he thought he might have to move to Canada

Recap Finish

Now let’s begin...🍵🍵🍵🍵🍵

So, it’s the last few classes before finals and we’re waiting there so we can discuss our final paper (believe me, it was terrifying to write). He comes in and is all smiling, nothing is really wrong, but something feels...off...

Suddenly, this woman comes in and stands in the back of our class. She doesn’t say a word. She stands there, arms crossed, staring at Richard. Platinum blond, short bob, black trench coat, and 3 inch black stiletto heels. She takes her over-sized sunglasses off and with her perfectly manicured talons, slides them into her pocket. She’s like a fricking cross between Angelina Jolie in Salt and Charlize Theron in Atomic Blonde.

Richard refuses to acknowledge she’s there. We’re all sitting there playing eyeball ping pong, trying to figure out wtf is happening and why Richard isn’t saying anything or even looking at her. He’s talking about ghosts of the past and sorrows of regrets and wri— what the hell am I even talking about, we didn’t hear a fricking word he said! A few minutes go by with this awkwardness and she finally speaks.

“Richard,” she says. Even her voice sounds like it could cut deep in your soul and leave you hanging by your thumbs to let the blood drip out of your lifeless body. “We have to talk.”

“Ok, ok,” he goes, hands in the air, accepting defeat. “Lemme just split them into groups first.”

She’s staring daggers into him while he splits into small groups. like SMALL groups. As small as is possible for a class of 25. She calmly tells him that she’ll wait outside, and he stalls even more, talking about this theme or this cool thing he noticed, switching partners and mixing groups. She gets tired of this after a few minutes and comes back in, heel tapping, asking if he’s coming out this year. He’s trapped, so he goes outside.

Immediately everyone starts whispering and discussing, some trying to stick to the actual class material, too afraid to even wonder. I don’t even know what to say, so I just say sit there in shock while my partner texts away. Then I hear something funny...

“...pretty sure it’s just his friend.”

I turn around and look at the teacher’s pet. (And I mean this in the very best way. Teacher’s pets, especially in college, are the smartest fucking people. So much respect for all of them because the world may fucking know I can never be as good as them in studying and getting to know the teacher. Everyone should strive to be the teacher’s pet.) 👨‍🏫👩‍🏫🐶🐱🐰🐟

“What do you mean it’s just his friend?”

“Oh, I talk to Richard after class as much as I can. She comes like, every Friday, 10-15 minutes after class and takes him away, even if he’s with a student.”

I don’t know about y’all, but that sounds sorta sketch, especially after all the stories he told us.

He comes back after about 20 minutes, and he’s hustling. He’s still smiling, acting like nothing wrong, but we ain’t dumb.

“So guys, you’re all excused, but wait a few minutes before you leave. An emergency came up, but don’t worry. Your papers will be graded by Monday, but we’ll see what happens. Uh, you guys see that she’s waiting outside that door, so I’m just gonna go out THAT door. Remember, just come out a few minutes after.”

He’s throwing on his jacket, hat, and sunglasses as he’s saying this. He grabs his bag and scurries out the door, closing the door as quietly as possible. Through the window, we see him fast-walking away, but we don’t see the woman follow him. We sit a while, hearts pounding, before a girl announces she’s going home. We watch as she quietly opens the door, peeking outside. She flinches when she sees someone outside, but breathes a sigh of relief when it’s a student. We all start filing out, quieter than usual, but a few whispers still lingering.

We all start to walk to the closest bus stop or the school quarry to grab a late breakfast, and we all slow down. On the side of the road, with a bunch of curious college students looking and talking around it, are three cop cars. In the middle car, is the woman. In the backseat. Handcuffed and locked up.

Holy. Crap. I can’t even make this up, y’all.

Richard is nowhere to be seen, and I run to the library and put it out of my mind. Girl has other finals to worry about.

The next day, we get an email from the professor saying:

“Dear students,

I am emailing you all to notify you that I will be conducting your class for the rest of the week. I will also be in touch with any other changes to the schedule.

Richard will continue to work with you all online for any questions you have for your essays and office hours. He will be be the one grading your final essay and be accessible by email. He should be in touch soon, but do not worry if he isn’t.

Those who were in class yesterday doubtless are aware an unusual situation occurred. I will explain to the extent of my ability tomorrow in class. Important things to remember are that Richard is not at fault for anything, he will still be your TA, and that you are all safe.

I will see you all in class.”

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Like I said to my friends as soon as I read it, I felt safe until he said “you are all safe.” Famous last words of almost every guide in a horror movie.

Obviously I go to class the next day. We’re all sitting in a circle around the room, professor sitting at the very front. He takes roll calmly and makes a few jokes since he recognizes a few students. Then, he puts his papers down, sits down on the desk, and folds his hands together in front of him, addressing us in his calm, gentle, Shakespeare-learned voice.

“No doubt, you all have questions about the events that took place in your class yesterday. Unfortunately, it was a private matter, so I can only say that Richard and his family were experiencing some harassment and what you all witnessed was an individual being detained. I’d like to emphasize that you are all safe, and that Richard and his family are safe. We came to the agreement that I would conduct the remainder of his physical classes to prevent anymore interruptions and/or distractions. If any of you feel uncomfortable or unsafe, please speak with me after class so we may discuss some possible compromise.”

And so, the quarter ended. That was that. My TA did not come back to class and the mystery has not been solved. We can only guess what may or may not have occurred, but I definitely know something was weird. My grade is still TBD so please don’t ask 😭 but that is the tea about my mysterious TA.

I hope you all enjoyed, and you should come back next time for some more tea. I got some romance for the next one 😉💋

Thanks for reading! This was your Tea Master, peace! ❤✌

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