Andre was worried now. He wouldn't be returning to class? He glanced at Brigitte, but her smile just widened, the tip of her tongue slipping out to lick her lips as her eyes panned down his body.
Disturbed by that, he stumbled forward and hastened to get out of the room.
The halls were emptying as students rushed to their first classes. A few teachers were still standing outside their doors and watched him pass.
Mr. Cochrane, his skinny, grey-haired geography teacher, wore a disturbed expression on his flushed face. Andre thought he looked angry or disgusted, but he couldn't be sure. The man glanced at the office worker, then turned to shuffle back into his classroom.
At the end of the corridor leading to the front office, in the last doorway, was Mrs. Jäger. She was Andre's math teach
