Chapter 8

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 teacher and the physical opposite of Mr. Cochrane. Where he was short, old, and frail, she stood five-foot-eleven in sensible flats with svelte curves and fit muscles. The proportions of her significant breasts suggested surgical assistance. As he passed, she was watching him with an intensity that raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He immediately dropped his eyes.

"Ilsa!" Mrs. Phillips scolded quietly, snapping the tall blonde's eyes to her. She no