Norway X reader : Pass

"Miss (surname), your mentor will be Lukas." The headmaster beamed as he introduced you to your new mentor. He was
demania in height, had golden blonde hair, a mysterious curl bobbing on the side of his head, as well as a neat and unique cross
pin pinned on.
"It’s nice to meet you Mr?" You quivered
"Bondevik. It’s Bondevik. But please to do call me Lukas." He bowed.
"Excellent. Now that introductions have been cleared, Mr Bondevik will be teaching you the proper way to handle the hooligans
here at this academy. Do your best ms (surname). And I promise you’ll graduate out of this academy and into a better school." He
beamed proudly.
You see, your here as you are taking up teaching as a course and in order to graduate and be a professional teacher, you had to
take baby steps.
"Ms (surname.)" Lukas asked as you were both brisk walking down the halls before class. "Oh Lukas. Please call me (name). But
you are my mentor so you can call me ms (name) or just (name) for short." You stuttered. "Alright (name), we’re having literature
now. This is the subject I teach so I’m not too sure if you will be covering literature class. Would you like me to request the
headmaster to transfer you?" He asked.
"Oh no! Mr Bondevik!" You shook your head
"Lukas." He sighed.
’Oh no, is he frustrated with me? I knew this would happen.. okay breathe in and out just chill. It’s only going to be for a few
months then I’m out of here! Unless Lukas fails me..." you pondered.
"We’re here. Please try to learn as much as possible. I’m a quick talker." He then strolled into the class and took his place.
"Okay... I’ll just look around." You reported. Unfortunately Lukas was busy scribbling something down on a piece of paper to be
bothered about you."must be my report.. okay (name) act enthusiastic!’ You gave yourself a pep talk.
"Wow. Shakespeare! And William Golding! So cool! I love their pieces especially romeo and Juliet." You dazed off a little. "Shows
a little too much enthusiasm." Lukas made a comment to what seemed like a grumble. "He’s worst then any brat I’ve ever seen.."
you mumbled under your breath.
"I heard that." He somewhat mumbled.
This is going to be a very long term...
The next few months were hectic. Lukas taught the class like a robot. you could clearly see the life drained put of them as they
incubated the chair with their warmth and were bored to death. ironically, as a soon-to-be teacher, you were also getting bored of
his lectures.
"(name)." Lukas suddenly called out to you while you two were walking to your next class. "yeah Lukas?" You returned the
comment with a question. "I have to tell you something. It’s about our relationship." He spoke bluntly. "This guy must have spent
too much time cooped in the library and inhaling dusty books. The dust sure has gotten to him." you thought. "I feel that when I’m
with you, it’s like a student getting ready to sit for an exam he didn’t study for."
"So you hate me? Cause from your analogy I can assure you that when I was a student I hated exams and when I was getting
ready for a paper I didn’t study for, I wanted to barf." you scratched your head in confusion. "no. what I meant was your face is
unlike a normal human being." He added before brisk walking ahead of you.
"No wonder he can’t get a girlfriend. wait, did he say I’m ugly? well thank you Mr blunt and sarcastic. ’no (name) your doing it
wrongly.’ you mimicked his voice. "Minus one point for being disrespectful." lukas’ voice rang from the end of the hall.
"ladies and gentlemen the spar of satan in literature form." you grumbled.
Everyday Lukas would minus marks from your score sheet. be it being 2 minutes late for class or cursing under your breath. you
were starting to think if he’d ever let you pass.
when he had allowed you to be a replacement teacher for his students instead of him, he would sit at the back of the class and
glare at you while you taught the brats in front of you.
"I’m going to the restroom." lukas solemnly said as he clicked his pen and left the room. "Sir stotic face has left." you heaved a
sigh.
"miss (name) how do you feel being a teacher?" of of the students asked. " It’s kinda fun. literature allows you to go in depth the
story, example, the clock symbolises time. That’s what we’re suppose to teach you. but in reality the author just likes clocks. you
get what I’m saying?" You laughed
"not really..." the class mumbled.
"just be quiet and let me do my job!" You nagged.
"another point for lack of patience." the same voice spoke.
"oh for crying out loud!"
On the day of graduation, you were expecting to fail and guess what? You did! you score reached -10. "how in the world do you
get -10 for teaching?" You raised your brows in shock. All the demon, uh... Lukas said was "as expected." you took lukas’ hand
and dragged him to the garden. "okay I have had it. First you said you hated me, then you say I have an ugly face, then you failed
me with a negative 10. What do you want from me?" You questioned him.
"You."
"What?" You were puzzled.
"I want you. I never said I hated you. from my view I was nervous when I took exams. that’s how I feel around you, your face is
unique. Unlike any female I’ve seen as far. I failed you with a negative 10 because-."
He stopped while your curiosity was killing you on the inside "go on..." you urged.
"I gave you a -10 because I wanted you to fail."
you were so astonished, you could have fainted at that moment.
"If you had passed, you would graduate and leave for another school on another country. I don’t want you to leave me (name), I
have feelings for you. I want you to keep failing and stay by my side forever. Please.. I love you too much to loose you." He
hugged you tightly.
"The demon has a heart.. I guess Lukas isn’t so bad after all." you thought as you nuzzuled his hair. "demons aren’t suppose to
love you know." you joked as you kissed his hair. "very funny.’ F’ for a bad analogy." He smiled warmly.
what (name) didn’t know, was that on that same piece of grading paper. There was an ’A+’ next to the words ’stealing my heart