You were in your classroom, grading papers until someone walks in. You see a short girl with freckles on her face walking in, she had a sort of small smile on her face and a small backpack on her back. She stops by one of the desks and picks up one of your books and examines it. You're an author also, not a very big one but you're pretty famous here in Tennessee, you haven't made another book since you lost your inspiration on the way.

You look up from the paper you were grading to look at the girl who was looking at your book. "Can I help you?" You asked the girl who stopped looking at your book to now look at you. She gave you a sort of awkward smile, knowing that she was staring at your picture on the cover a little to long.

"Um..yes. I was transferred to your class.." Her country accent was sort of strong, everyone here had an accent except for you. You weren't from Tennessee or raised like the rest of them.

She walks up to your desk, which had a few steps to get to. She suddenly hands you a paper, which contains her schedule, you grabbed it to see that she was transferred into your class, you give her schedule back, you guys hands brushing against each other, you ignore the shiver that went through you.

"Well..Miss Sweet congratulations, you're looking at the best English teacher here." You pointed at yourself, joking but half serious. You were sort of arrogant but in a joking way. She chuckles at your joke making you chuckle along with her.

"You have some catching up to do, hope you can keep up." You told her going back to grading your papers.

"I can keep up." She told you confidently making you look at her with a slight eyebrow raised at her confidence, you subtly-not-so-subtly look her up and down, you don't mention how short her skirt is instead you look back up.