Sneak Peek Wednesday: Seasons Within by Lele Iturrioz [Giveaway]

The next day after school, Mr. Blau, oblivious to his proximate encounter with a very decided G, was putting essays in his suitcase when she walked inside, slamming the door behind her. Mr. Blau flinched at the abrupt noise and turned around to face G, “Couldn’t you slam the door harder?”
G cut to the chase, “We need to talk.”
Mr. Blau proceeded to clean his desk, “I’m not interested.”
Ignoring his terrible disposition, G walked to the desk, “I don’t care.”
“I’m busy,” he said while picking up some books from his desk.Exasperated, G placed her hands on the top of the books and pushed down. The books banged against the desk. “You are always busy.”
Mr. Blau stared at G, his eyes narrowed, his lips pinched. “A quality you should consider working on,” he said swiftly snatching the books away from her grasp.
“Are you always this-”
“Assertive?”
“Infuriating,” she said.
Mr. Blau took a few seconds to think, “Yes, in fact I am. Is that all?” But he knew better than that, G wasn’t going anywhere until she got what she came for. “What do you want?”
G smiled victoriously, “Yesterday, you called me by a different name.”
He felt a chill down his spine. Campus wasn’t a place he would like to have this conversation, nor was it the right timing. “I didn’t, now leave.”
“Yes you did,” G responded emphatically.
“Why are you so bloody difficult?” he murmured and took a deep breath. “You hit your head. People with concussions tend to see or hear things. Now, if you would please be so kind to exit this classroom.”
G didn’t listen, instead she walked closer to him. “You know me.”
“Off course I know you, I’m your teacher. I would be doing a poor job if I didn’t know my students by now, especially a tediously stubborn one such as you.” Mr. Blau was clearly uncomfortable by G’s proximity. He took a step back and returned to cleaning his desk.
“No, I mean you know me from before.”
“Impossible,” he scoffed. “Thanks to your previous obsessive questionnaire, you well know I just moved here.”
G moved forward and pinned Mr. Blau against her and the desk. He had nowhere else to run now, “Say my name.”
“Excuse me?” said Mr. Blau as his usual perfect composure switched for a second to a nerve-wracking state. And she saw it… hesitation.
“Say my name,” she demanded again.
“G,” he said.
G tilted her head to study Mr. Blau’s reactions. “My other name.”
“Other name?” He crossed his arms in order to create a more needed boundary between them. “Is someone having multiple personality issues?” he mocked.
“Say it!” she said and rubbed her head in frustration. She could tell he knew what she was talking about, but she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t telling her the truth. What the hell was he hiding?