Since the response the last chapter posted in 2019 was enough to show me there is still interest in this story (despite me being a snail and not updating in forever and a half) I decided to continue.

Disclaimer: IF I OWNED TS, AN ACTUAL EP OF SCAM BEING SAM'S TEACHER WOULD EXIST. IT DOES NOT WHICH MEANS I DO NOT HAVE ANY RIGHTS OVER TS.

Onto the story we go! ^-^

"Hmmm..." Sam hummed under her breath, her emerald eyes closed in deep bliss and her crimson hair tossed up in a loose bun as she lay in a bubble bath drawn with her favourite essential oils of lavender and chamomile. She'd been soaking for around an hour now at last de-stressing after her tiring and trying day.

Her fingertips swept a lazy current through the glistening waters and she sighed in content as everything she'd been through today dissolved away with the sweet aroma of flowers, the tingling warmth of candles, and the soft music playing in the bathroom.

She'd had to rush oh so much to be able to do this, only munching on a power bar as a quick snack to fuel herself before she'd gotten started on the pile of homework and assignments that she'd ended up finishing in record time due to her undivided focus.

Her phone had been turned off and her internet disconnected to keep away any distractions until she got through it all. And now this was her reward.

Craning her neck back in the tub and moaning she couldn't get over how much she felt like she was off in a relaxing spa retreat right now instead of just in her home, something she was pleased with as some spa time was exactly what she'd been craving after the epic misadventure that today had been.

Her losing her temper in class, missing out on her planned study date with the cutie pie Zack Mulroney, and of course having to serve the first detention she ever had in her life thanks to a certain new teacher of hers.

Recalling that difficult ordeal immediately reminded her of the man that had put her into it and she felt her calm composure start to seep away as if someone had suddenly reached out and thrown a big rock into the stream of her serenity. And like ripples from its impact, thoughts of him flooded her brain.

Tim Scam was just so arrogant. So annoying. So impossibly and unbelievably ... infuriating.

"How can someone who looks sooo good on the outside be sooo totalllllly rotten on the inside?!" Sam wondered, so puzzled by the conundrum that she didn't even realize that she'd inadvertently admitted again that she found him attractive.

When the truth finally settled in that she had, her cheeks reddened from shame at thinking such a scandalous thing about a bad guy and her teacher and she tried to shake it but was unable to probably because of what had taken place not so long ago in her detention.

Scam was definitely easier to ignore when he was in WOOHP's hideous, tacky, bright orange prison jumpsuits instead of the fashionable, fitted clothes he was donning right now while he was masquerading as her professor, she decided frustrated.

Sitting here in the privacy of her bathroom miles away from the guy she could still recall the outline of his powerful-looking masculine form that she'd happened to peek at while his back had been to her and she'd been taking a break from her cleaning.

And she could not deny that it seemed as though it belonged to some male supermodel. No, that wasn't it. More like a superstar athlete with the overbearing strength in the rippling muscles it had possessed.

And as pleasing to the eyes his figure was, his face was sadly ... even prettier.

"Looks can be so deceiving," Sam murmured to herself with her elbows now hanging limply off the sides of her tub.

That was a lesson that Scam himself had taught her long before her taking Evil 101, because he was a living and breathing example of it. Before she'd met him she'd wonder how men like Ted Bundy, Richard Ramirez, Paul John Knowles, and so many others could use their god-gifted physical beauty towards malicious objectives.

But Scam had shown her exactly how. If there was one thing psychopaths and sociopaths were good at other than having zero conscience, it was exploiting other people's weaknesses to lower their defences towards them. And a cute face was top on that list.

But how much easier would her life be if Scam's face and his looks could only reflect the demon that she knew he truly was?

Tipping off to her clueless classmates that they were in serious trouble would be a much simpler task then compared to right now where they were swayed by his charm and charisma thanks to which the job of protecting them and her school from what she was convinced were Scam's evil intentions fell squarely on her lonely shoulders.

A perilous quest made even more so with how she'd started off on it. As much as she could not stand Tim Scam, she'd realized after some soul searching and hard thinking that her open hostility towards him could end up shooting her in the foot.

If Scam was going to unleash some diabolical scheme on her and Bev High, he was not likely going to do it while he knew he was being watched and suspected. Based on past experiences she knew he was much too smart for that. If she was ever going to catch him red-handed she had to be more devious about it.

Make him let his guard down by pretending she'd let her guard down and then wait for him to take the bait, think it was safe to progress with his plan, and then spy on him in secret, apprehend him at the last minute, foil his nasty scheme and shock him by letting him know she'd never actually once stopped thinking that he hadn't actually changed.

And that started with her acting like a good student only there to learn what he could teach her just like he was acting like a teacher only there to teach. She could not under any circumstances get in his face, grind his gears, or give him reason to punish her. A detention could not happen again. She'd have to be extra careful not to give him a chance to give her another one even though she knew he would be itching to and would be scrutinizing her more than other students just waiting to pounce if she gave him any reason to.

No matter what happened she had to be on her best behaviour and hopefully that would make it impossible for him to target her. If he didn't cut it out regardless then she'd have a case to make to her principal about him giving her unfair treatment. Either way, this plan was a win-win.

Knowing that her new approach of being the best student she could be in his class began with her getting to class on time, Sam pulled the plug from the bottom of the basin and let the bath drain itself out.

Once that was done she rinsed her body off with some cool water before stepping out of the tub. She wrapped one towel around herself and used another to put up her hair before putting on a bathrobe and heading into her bedroom.

Once there she swiftly prepared herself for bed, drying her long hair until the volume returned to it and brushing it until it shone. She then prepped for tomorrow placing her textbooks and supplies into her backpack so it'd be ready to grab and go and chose the clothing and shoes she would wear.

Eventually she decided on a flattering shoulder less black top with white polka dots, black skinny jeans, and black heels just in case it would help her catch David's eye.

Next she changed into her nightwear, her favourite light green pyjama top and matching underwear before setting an alarm for 7:00 am, a full two hours before school started just to be safe on both her cell phone and the flower power, crystal clock that sat on her bedside table before she switched off the lamp and crawled into her bed.

"Tomorrow will be better," she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes, smiling at the thought of finally getting the upper hand on Tim Scam in this mess.

And then maybe at long last she'd finally get to find out just what he was up to playing Mr. Tim Scam, innocent high school teacher instead of his usual twisted super villain Tim Scam.

Tim Scam smiled to himself as he emerged from the shower clean and fresh compared to how he'd gone in.

Who knew teaching could be this draining, he thought as he rolled back his still stiff shoulders a few times until the crackling sounds they made stopped.

Although as tired as he was right now from his first full day as a teacher and carrying out the various tasks that came with it, this was still leagues away from the much more hectic life he'd led not so long ago and was certainly a welcome change. If at the end of the day all he ended up with was some soreness, he'd take that any day over the bruises, cuts, and imprisonment he'd had to deal with in his former life.

The smile on his lips widened as he dried his chestnut brown hair off with a towel before patting down the rest of his tanned skin to soak up the water drops found there. Grabbing another dry towel off the rack and wrapping it around his waist he walked towards the bathroom mirror and picked up a comb, combing his hair in its usual style before leaving it to air dry as he walked into his bedroom.

Moving towards his wardrobe he found the pair of loose sweatpants he liked to sleep in and put them on, letting them ride low on his hips and neglecting to wear a shirt because it was warm enough to sleep without one like he preferred.

Next he picked out an outfit for tomorrow. After some consideration over what the weather man had said it would be like in the morning he selected a dark black t-shirt, matching jeans, and one of his favourite leather jackets that was a dark brown color, bomber style with chest and hand pockets and black detailing on the inside.

One little side bonus that came with this new gig was him finally being able to dress a little more freely than he had been able to in years. Criminal life was all about survival and he'd hardly had the luxury to give a damn about what he'd been wearing while living it. Regardless he had gained a bit of fondness for the black trench coat he'd sported so often then and as such it remained part of his wardrobe.

Now prepared for class tomorrow he was just about to lay down when he spotted his open and illuminated laptop screen and groaned a little remembering that he still had a few things to finish up regarding his lesson plan before he could sleep.

As he made his way over to it and sat down to get to work part of him felt that urge again to use his Tim Time Stopper (a little gadget he'd invented during the peak years of his criminal career and one that he still had tucked away somewhere) to grant himself a little more time than 24 hours to finish everything that was now part of his schedule.

Planning lessons, teaching, cooking meals, exercising (which he had to do twice as often and twice as hard now no longer getting a work out from running from WOOHP's spies), doing the laundry, running his other errands, etc.

But as great as the temptation was to use a little cheating to get ahead, something he would not have resisted for a second just weeks ago, he had to persuade himself not to do it. Pulling a stunt like that could make it seem like he was returning to his old ways and Jerry Lewis would be only too willing to use that to make a case for the deal they'd made to be off and for him to be thrown back in his isolated jail cell.

And he'd worked much to hard to gain his freedom to let a thing as stupid as that become his undoing. Juggling the chores of his day was just part of the adjustment he would have to make to his new life and he'd just have to learn to deal with it.

Sitting down he resumed typing but another thought lingered at the back of his mind the entire time he worked. And that was the other source of stress he was having to combat every day so far being a criminal psychology teacher at Beverly Hills High School.

Samantha Simpson.

His jaw couldn't keep from twitching as he thought of the aggravating redhead and her watchful, doubt-filled eyes which looked at him with so much scorn and hate just as they had for years. She was so sure of herself that he was going to cause some mass destruction when the honest to God truth was that ... he wasn't.

When he'd become sure that due to the loophole he'd discovered WOOHP would be compelled to grant him his release, he'd sat down and brainstormed exactly what he'd wanted to do with the rest of his life. His decision to become a teacher hadn't come from him drawing professions out of a hat, he'd really thought about it and decided that even though he was leaving his illustrious past as a felon behind, he hadn't wanted to waste all the skills and knowledge that he'd honed during it.

So he'd thought what better way to make use of it than to put it towards honest work? He'd known that many schools had psych classes but suspected that few if any had those that specialized in criminal psych.

So he'd put together his resume, sneakily cited the years he'd been an offender as first hand knowledge in the field, and made his way to the biggest high school in the area to try and convince the staff that they could benefit from the course he wanted to offer.

It wasn't that he couldn't have gotten into teaching at a college or university if he'd tried hard enough but from the way his own life had gone he knew full well that it was in these late teenage years that one tended to decide both consciously and subconsciously what path they wanted to take in life. Not just what career or job they wanted to hold but if they wanted to be a law-abiding citizen or not.

So he'd walked into Beverly High intending to inform the students there about all he knew about that kind of life. The good, the bad, and above all the ugly. It was just his, for lack of better words, shit luck that Sam Simpson just so happened to attend that high school as well.

Scam sighed, pausing to rub his exhausted eyes as he recalled how much a thorn in the side she'd been so far for him. So stubborn and unwilling to believe, to accept that he was just her teacher now and not the baddie she was so used to badmouthing and attacking upon sight.

But one way or another she'd have to learn to make that adjustment just as he had or else he'd just have to reprimand her via detentions. For a moment he became distracted as he thought about the last one he'd given her and found himself chuckling.

Little Sammie Simpson had been so offended, so wounded, so thoroughly pissed off while she'd been down on her knees kneeling on the floor and scrubbing away like a maid before him.

Although he'd been mostly focused on his computer as she'd served out her punishment, he couldn't deny that he had indeed found some enjoyment in her misery as she'd accused him of. His eyes glazed over without him registering it as he continuing thinking about her.

The way she'd sweated hard while getting her hands dirty; the spoiled brat she was not accustomed to doing such manual labour. The manner in which her eyes widened in absolute horror noticing how the purple nail polish of her freshly manicured nails became more and more chipped while she picked at the wads of old gum. How often she had to stop, puff up her chest in annoyance and push back the locks of red hair that kept falling into her fuming face and pull at the end of her short dress each time it skirted up her ivory thighs. And most of all how her full pink lips had been pursed into so deep a pout that it was obvious she'd been calling him some rather unfriendly names inside her head.

She'd looked so, dare he admit it ... cute.

Coming back to his senses with the word his brain had disturbingly used to describe Sam of all females, Scam scolded himself. If the redhead somehow learned that he was thinking this way about her now she'd only become more determined for payback; the last thing he needed.

But then his spirits rose again as he remembered his own plan for vengeance that he'd come up and let out a sinister snicker. Nothing too cruel or unusual, just a little something something he'd planned for tomorrow to make sure she never talked to him again as rudely as she had today during his lesson.

A last little cherry to add on the sweet cake of his revenge before he could hopefully stop having to serve her her just deserts and treat her like any other of the 32 students in his class.

If she let him do that of course. He supposed that only time would tell.

Clicking on file in the left hand corner of the word program, he selected print, entered the number of copies he needed of the document on the screen and waited for the printer to print them out.

Once that was done he looked them over before placing them in a neat stack and slipping them inside a plastic sleeve. He tucked the package inside his canvas bag and zipped it up before finally turning off his computer and the lights and getting into bed.

Tomorrow was going to be a better day.

Sam took a bite of her apple as she turned the page of the textbook titled "Current Perspectives in Criminal Psychology and Behaviour" in her lap. She sat at the large fountain in front of her high school's entrance carefully reading the course book for Scam's class just as she had been for the last hour.

"In conclusion, the majority of people can be made to do almost anything when placed in psychologically compelling situations regardless of their morals, ethics, values, attitudes, beliefs, or personal convictions," she read aloud to doubly memorize the words as she concluded the 3rd chapter.

Picking up her notebook from beside her she jotted down a few bullet notes to summarize the core concepts and underlined a list of key terms of that section just as she had with the previous ones before moving onto the fourth chapter.

She knew it was only the third day of class and they wouldn't be getting anywhere near this far for at least a while but she wanted to be extra vigilant. She knew Scam didn't want her to succeed in his course and he was likely to pull anything on her at any given moment to make sure that she didn't. She had to be ready for literally anything.

Just as she had that thought she heard a blaring sound that could only come from the engine of a pricey sports car and looked up just in time to see Scam's black and white Koenigsegg Agera smoothly pull into the school's parking lot.

"Speak of the devil," Sam muttered under her breath as she watched him emerge from inside the vehicle and stride into view.

And once again she was reminded of how deceptive looks could be. Despite her best attempts she found her breath catching in her throat a little at how impossibly hot he looked yet again, an opinion that was not exclusive to herself as literally every head turned in his direction and every eye stared his way as though he wasn't a high school teacher but some famous actor whose mere glimpse could cause a frenzy.

It was like he could control a crowd and fascinate by doing something as simple as the way he moved. Mandy took one look at him in his cool leather jacket and equally cool tee and jeans and drooled so badly that she almost slipped on a puddle of it.

"Hi Mr. Scam!" She squealed, immediately forgetting all about Arnold who she'd just been calling a loser just like she did every day and demanding for him to make his quote, "pathetic existence" a little more useful by parking her car in a good spot for her.

Arnold took her car keys and went off to do her bidding while she waved frantically in Scam's direction hoping to get him to look at her. But once again he walked right past her and her entourage of Caitlin and Dominque without even a nod to acknowledge any of them.

"Aww!" She whined when he was out of earshot, her hands on her hips as she stood there feeling jilted in her red, denim, micro mini-skirt and black, strapless wrap top and matching shoes, the research she'd forced another nerd who had a crush on her to do on him having told her that these were his favourite colors and feeling bummed out that she'd failed to get his attention regardless of her wearing them from head to toe.

"It's probably because you called him Mr. Scam and not Tim like he told us we should," Dominque patted her shoulder and placated her like the good sidekick she was.

It worked when Mandy placed a big grin on her glossed lips and proceeded to run after him with her besties in toe all the while screeching his name at the top of her lungs in her annoying nasally voice like a banshee right out of a horror movie.

"HEY TIM! WAIT UP! TIM! TIM! TIM!"

Sam rolled her eyes as she listened to Mandy's desperate calls of his name get lighter and quieter as she disappeared into the school's main doors after him. To say that the girl was obsessed would be putting it lightly. She'd never seen her quite this horny over any guy before and seeing how utterly boy crazy Mandy was (on a level even higher than Clover), that was truly saying something.

Sure Scam was good-looking but she supposed the fact that he was a teacher and thus forbidden fruit somehow made him that much more tempting than other boys she could hook by much easier means. The thought of making an older more disciplined guy unable to resist her would likely boost her ego to brand new heights.

If anything she knew that like most narcissists, Mandy loved a good conquest and she'd decided that Scam was a good enough one.

Well, she thought smiling as she packed up her things to head inside herself as there were only ten minutes left till the bell rang, as soon as she unmasked Scam for what he truly was Mandy's insane infatuation with him would come to an end just as her own stupid crush on him of once upon a time ago had when she'd learned the ugly truth.

As lustful as Mandy was, she knew even she would not retain hots for a lowlife criminal so really, it was just a matter of time before she came to her senses.

Grabbing her bag she walked towards the entrance only to pause when she thought she felt something, namely a too familiar rumble under her feet. Panic filling her because this was not supposed to happen, she walked faster and started praying in her head.

"Please no! Ugh! Not now, Jerry! Not a mission!" But even while she begged for it to be nothing more the tremble of a small earthquake as common in Los Angeles, soon enough the ground swung inwards and down she went through the winding blue tunnel that led to WOOHP Headquarters.

She landed with a groan and a crash on top of her two best friends who didn't look nearly as peeved as she was for the early morning WOOHPing most likely because they didn't have a strict, stuck-up, asshole teacher for their first period class like she unfortunately did and this would mean that they'd get to miss some school which they didn't mind missing.

"Sooo ... looks like this is gonna get in the way of you being a perfect teacher's pet in Scam's class, huh Sammie?" Clover immediately teased upon seeing her, remembering the brilliant plan she'd mentioned quickly on the phone to her after she'd gotten home from detention (a plan she'd found ridiculous because how could Sam ever even think that anything she did could possibly get her on Scam's good side at all let alone so much that he'd unsuspectingly walk right into her trap?) before refusing to hang out with her or Alex to instead do her schoolwork and then go to bed early like a colossal bore.

Sam bunched up her fists and growled enraged at the blonde while screaming something along the lines of her not realizing how freaking lucky she was to not be in her situation right now while Alex worried over Sam potentially getting another detention because of this.

"He's totallllly gonna give you one isn't he Sammie?" She pouted already feeling bad for poor Sam who this time would have to suffer for Jerry's bad timing and just couldn't seem to catch a break.

"Nah, I think I'll be fine," Sam assured her as she stopped yelling at Clover and turned to Alex with a small smile for her genuine concern.

"After all," she shrugged holding up her hands. "Which Bev High teacher has ever cared about us being late?" Sam asked knowing the answer was practically none and that made their spy lives so much easier since they had to poof in and out so often.

It their teachers actually kept track of how often they weren't around when they should be, they'd be in a whole heap of trouble and keeping up their cover would be impossible.

"It'll be okay, really! Don't worry Alex," Sam decided while trying her best to contain her own fear over Alex's words maybe being true. How was she ever going to explain another detention to her already unhappy mother? She'd gotten enough of an earful for the first one that she dare not think about telling her it had happened yet again and so soon at that.

But then again if there was one plus to her having a WOOHP baddie as a prof, it was that he knew about the spy agency and knew all about the secret responsibility she had towards it. Scam actually had doubly reason to be lenient on her seeing he was also an ex-agent and had to be aware how things went when it came to random missions that could happen at any given second.

She was sure he'd understand and not penalize her even though she could feel her gut warning her that expecting him to take it easy on her in any way was wishful thinking after all that had happened in the last two days and especially yesterday.

But regardless she remained optimistic as she had no other option to while Jerry explained the mission and she felt a little bit better when she realized it was just the case of a simple theft just downtown.

This mission could wrap up super fast and she could only end up missing just a little bit of his class. Surely even a man as stingy as Tim Scam could let a few minutes slide unpunished right?

Sam thought as she changed into her green spy suit, collected her gadgets (Super Range Biodegradable Spitball Tracker, Crime Scene Scanner Watch, Yo-yo Lasso, Immobilizing Stun Tan Lotion, and Jetpack Backpack), and walked out of Jerry's office with Clover and Alex to where their transport was waiting.

Right.

"Jonas Armstrong," Scam called out from the attendance sheet in the brown folder he held just as he closed the door to his classroom after the homeroom bell rang.

"Here!"

"Kyle Baker," He called out slowly working his way down the list.

"Present!"

"Ryan Bergeron."

"Here!"

"Alanna Cassells."

"Present!"

"Amira Cortez."

"Present!"

"Elene Crawford."

"Here!"

"Sabrina Chu."

"Here!"

"Caitlin Davis."

"Here!"

"David Desanto."

"Here."

"Adam Emmett."

"Present!"

"Corey Franklin."

"Present."

"Antonia Garcia."

"Here."

"Tommy Grayson."

"Here!"

"Jake Hansen."

"Hmm? Oh sorry; here!"

"Michael Irwin."

"Present."

"Arnold Jackson."

"Right here, sir!"

"Colin James."

"Here!"

"Richard Knight."

"Over here!"

"Sandy Lee."

"Present!"

"Mandie Luxe."

"That's Mandy Mr. Scam! I mean Tim. Man-dee," Scam heard a voice that scraped against his eardrums correct him and he looked up to find a girl with long black hair, violet eyes, and a mole under her left eye grinning at him from ear to ear.

He gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded a silent apology her way for screwing up her name, never noticing how she swooned at even that small a gesture of his before he resumed the roll call.

"Vicky Mitchell."

"Here!"

"Dominque Moore."

"Present!"

"Bradley Morgan."

"Here."

"Jaiden Nguyen."

"I'm present!"

"Denis Schaffer."

"Present."

"Kayla Sherry."

"Here!"

"Samantha Simpson."

"..."

"Samantha Simpson?" Scam stated a little louder this time as he waited to hear her missing reply. His eyebrows furrowed and he began tapping the edge of his pencil against the paper in impatience.

"Samantha?" He called for her one last time before lifting his gaze from her typed out name to look for her in the flesh.

His blue green eyes zeroed in on the seat right in front of his desk that he'd assigned to her on the first day and widened at not finding her occupying it.

"Hmm ... looks like she's not here," He said more to himself than the others in an astonished little whisper.

Sam had some gall, he thought as he frowned while marking her as absent with a scribbled "x" next to her name and shook his head to himself incredulously. You'd think she'd know better after her detention just yesterday but no, she still decided to revolt against him by not thinking his class important enough to show up to on time.

With the corner of his eye he glanced at the clock and noted that they were 4 minutes into the period and he wondered if she would show up soon. If not, well then his little surprise for her was only going to be even more fun.

"You're a stubborn girl Sam, I'll give you that much but I'm stubborn too. You will learn your lesson one way or another. I promise you that."

Suppressing the need to let out an evil laugh at that thought, he got through the final five names on the list before tucking it away and starting his class by neatly writing two words on the chalkboard that left gasps of alarm to go around the room.

With his back to his students Scam grinned knowing that they were guaranteed to give Sam at least a slight heart attack also whenever she ended up seeing them.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

The word panged over and over inside her head as she ran through the school with her lungs on fire, the completely empty hallways telling her how much crap she was in right now.

She was now exactly 40 minutes late for Tim Scam's class. Forty freaking whole minutes!

"Good luck Sammie!" Alex and Clover called out to her in unison before they ducked into their own classes which happened to be across from each other in the same hall.

Once they left she pushed herself to run even faster, her calves burning while she sweated hard and her clothes stuck to her body which shook with adrenaline still not recovered from the action of the spy mission that had ended not ten minutes ago.

Finally Room 313 came into her view and with one last boost of speed she managed to reach it, grab its doorknob, tug, and fling herself inside the classroom.

She did her best not to crumple into a heap on the carpet and stood there for a long minute inhaling and exhaling hard, trying to catch her breath while feeling grateful that no one had turned to look her way despite her very noisy entrance.

Luckily for her, everyone seemed to be totally focused on the paper on their desks and she assumed that Scam had handed out that intro paper he had said he was going to yesterday. The one about criminal archetypes and assessing what they knew or didn't know about them already.

Remembering that that wasn't going to be worth any marks, she relaxed glad to not have missed anything crucial and was about to go to her seat when she happened to see the words on the blackboard written in big, block letters and underlined:

POP QUIZ

Her heart dropped into her stomach as her eyes slowly slid from the board to Scam's face as he stood there with his arms crossed over his muscular chest while leaning elegantly against his teacher's desk staring at her with an amused glint in his sea foam eyes and his infamous, evil smirk taking up half his all too smug-looking face.

Sam didn't even have a second to spare to call him a bastard inside her head even though she just knew he'd done this on purpose as she flew into action.

Speed-walking to his desk where just one quiz paper remained for her, she didn't even look at him as she scooped it up and hastily moved to sit down and take it.

Her eyes scanned the quiz left to right as she made her way and she felt her spark of panic evolve into a full grown wildfire when she realized how little time she had. Only 15 minutes left according to the end time mentioned on the sheet!

Skimming over the questions she finally felt a little relieved as she realized that they were all taken from Chapter 1 of the course textbook, the very same that she'd read just this morning. She was confident that she knew all the answers and it was also a multiple choice format so if she just worked super fast, she could still power through this test without skipping anything!

But she'd barely put her backpack down and pulled out her chair when Scam's voice, loud and unforgiving posed a sudden question to her that had nothing at all to do with this quiz.

"Miss Simpson ... could you be so kind as to remind the class what the policy is on late attendance?"

And she stopped dead in her tracks.

Feels like a good place to stop so I'll stop here. :)

It was challenging to come up with the names of Scam's students haha. I had to consult my yearbook at times.

Anyway ... so what happens next? Do you guys think another detention is in Sam's future? Or perhaps worse lol? How do you feel about Scam's surprise for Sam? xD Was it too mean? Fair?

Anddddd can you see hints of attraction between our fav baddie turned teacher and our fav super spy turned his student just yet despite the denial?

What about Mandy? Arnold? And David? Idk if it's obvious yet but they will have quite a key part in this story. *wink wink*

I'll shut up now. Review please & thank you guys!

Till the next,

Take care!

Love, Cresenta!

*insert heart here* ^o^