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the little hellion not to eat crayons? “My name is Mr. Veneto .” In the first drawer, Fire found some glue sticks, beads, and a spool of string. He overlooked the glue and grabbed the beads and string. “Okay, kiddos, we are going to make necklaces.”
    That should be easy enough.
    Fire sat the supplies on the table and waved his hand at the items.
    “Have at it.” He was starting to wonder if he hadn’t made a grave Rio’s Fire
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    error. The kids started wrestling each other for the string, while other kids grabbed the beads. Fire watched in amazement as the container of beads flew up into the air and then began raining down a rainbow of plastic colors. What in the heck were these little… He wanted to pull his hair out.
    “Give it to me!” one boy yelled at another, grabbing the spool of string and falling to the floor, taking the other boy down with him. “I had it first!”
    “Did not!” They tussled around, grabbing and snatching until they landed at Fire’s feet. He groaned to himself. Even in his attempt to try and run his classroom, Fire was still fucking this up. It only solidified his thought that kids were not his forte. He quickly reached down and separated the boys when he saw Mr. Fishman glancing into the room.
    If that pudgy little nosy man called Maverick, Fire was done for.
    “Okay, I want you guys to clean up this mess.”
    “But I didn’t do it!” Jeff yelled. Fire rolled his eyes when he saw a piece of yellow crayon in the kid’s mouth. He was five seconds away from duct taping this little boy’s lips closed. How in the hell did the teachers do this all day? They were only twenty minutes into class and already he was losing control of the situation.
    “Just clean it up.” Fire refused to argue with a little kid. They were going to do what he said or else they were all going to sit in time-out. Fire had seen Heaven and Murdock do that with the twins. It worked for them.
    When the kids just started running around, yelling, and ignoring him, Fire had had enough. Maverick was just going to have to chain him up. He’d rather sit one hundred years in solitude than deal another day with these…these…grr.
    When the noise level dropped to zero, Fire glanced toward the door. He saw Mr. LeBlanc standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, giving the kids a no-nonsense look. Oh great, that was all he needed. His mate already thought he was a lousy teacher. Now the guy had confirmation. “I give up,” Fire growled. “These little things 38 Lynn
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    don’t listen worth diddly squat. I tried giving them an activity to do and they turned into brats.”
    The shifter moved slowly into the room, glancing around at the mess on the floor. Fire had an urge to scratch the man’s eyes out. He hated that his mate held so much control while Fire was losing his mind. It goaded him. He wanted to walk up to the man and mess his hair up or unpolish his shoes. He was too damn organized, even in the way he dressed. The only thing out of place on the rigid man was the shadow of a scruffy beard.
    “First,” his mate said in a controlled voice, “we do not refer to our students as brats.”
    Fire disagreed.
    “Second, did you sit down with them or just hand them the supplies?”
    How did he do that? Fire wasn’t sure how his mate knew what he had done but it unnerved him. He gave a subtle shrug. “It might’ve been the second one.”
    Mr. LeBlanc twisted his lips at Fire. God, the man was impossible! Just one look and Fire felt like he should be sitting in the corner with a dunce cap on his head. The man made him feel like an all-around failure. Fire might be a hot mess, but he didn’t need anyone pointing that out.
    “You have to give them step-by-step instructions, Mr. Veneto.”
    His mate reached down and grabbed the spool of string. “You have to cut individual pieces and hand them out or else you will end up with a brawl.”
    Yeah, Fire had seen that firsthand.
    “You also have