The way Hector spoke of Bryce and the team leaderâs hesitation when assigning this task to her painted a clear picture for Raegan of the childâs challenging behavior.
After a momentâs thought, Raegan asked, âDoes he get violent?â
Hector raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised by the question, and replied, âWell, I know for a fact he has never harmed a woman.
â
Raegan breathed a sigh of relief.
âThatâs all I need to know.
â
âWould you Like to meet him?â Hector then turned to the servant and instructed, âAsk Bryce to come down immediately.
â
The servant went upstairs but returned shortly, looking uneasy.
âHe wants Miss Hayes to come upstairs.
â
Hector frowned.
âTell him to come down right now.
â
The servant left again but returned alone.
âMiss Hayes, please wait here,â Hector said, visibly annoyed.
He turned around and prepared to go upstairs.
But before he could take a step, Raegan interjected, âMay I come with you?â
As the evening wore on, she needed to meet Bryce as soon as possible and then head home.
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Upon reaching Bryceâs room, they found the door ajar.
Hector knocked and pushed it open, revealing Bryce in a disheveled state.
In a stern voice, Hector commanded, âGet dressed.
Your new teacher is here.
â
Bryce gave Hector a cursory glance and lazily pulled on a red sleeveless T-shirt.
Hector then gestured for Raegan to enter.
The room was a riot of punk aesthetics, with Bryce, sporting blue hair, at its center.
Bryceâs demeanor belied his youth.
He carried an air of arrogance, and his eyes looked like Raeganâs.
However, Raeganâs eyes looked rather innocent, while Bryceâs eyes projected malice and mischief.
Furthermore, Bryce was around 5.
9 feet tall, so he did not look Like a kid at all.
Typically, students in their final year of high school were around seventeen or eighteen.
Being a returning student, Bryce was already of adult age.
Raegan offered a smile and introduced herself.
âHello, my name is Raegan Hayes.
You can call meâ¦â
âRaegan, right?â Bryce interrupted with a yawn.
His gaze shifted to Hector, and he sardonically asked, âAre you searching for a teacher or a stepmother for me? This oneâs less prettier than the previous ones.
I didnât know you had a taste for this type now.
â