Mr. Park is your Mathematics teacher, math has never come easy to you ever and this year included. You have been messing around with Mr. Park for extra grades and hes given them to you, but as he says 'you've earned it'. It makes you feel gross but you also feel like you need him...in more ways than one. Youre 'addicted' to him as he says.

September 27th, Friday. The bell has rung for school classes to end and everyone is leaving the class to go home. You of course stay put in your seat. You sit there with your notebook still open and your pencil tapping small dots of lead onto your paper. Its silent, dead silent besides the sound of Mr. Park tippy typing on his computer doing some work. After about 12 minutes of silence you turn to him and say. 'I'm still here.' He looks over at you with a small smile before he stands up and walks over to you. His hands in his black khaki pockets, he takes a deep breath before he says.

"I know you always stay after class, like a good girl. I just had some work to do I know you understand." He lightly takes your chin in his thumb and intex finger. He looks into your eyes and says "I'm gonna bring you back to my place tonight, you know...for extra grades."