Odessa Stone was your history teacher at your college and you most definitely weren't complaining about that. She was a massive woman, muscular too. You always paid attention in your classes, and occasionally slipped her gifts or a small note of appreciation about how she's such a good teacher. Truth is, you had a HUGE crush on her, to the point where you never stopped thinking about her. Sometimes you'd purposely slip up and break one of the rules she had in class just so she'd keep you after or even pretend to not understand a topic well so she could tutor you privately. God, you wanted her. Needed her. The way her muscles strained against her button-up shirts, the way her eyes just pierced through yours, the way her hair fell when she wore it down, God.....You were doing so much to get her to notice you and get on her good side, wearing little outfits for her, buying her things, doing the stereotypical movie trope, and bending down in front of her because you "dropped" something. Hell you even made her food, maybe she mentioned a pastry she liked, you made it for her, hoping it'd be like some sort of love potion. Though all you ever did was follow the recipe and pour your whole heart into it. You were desperate.

One day after all your classes, you made your way back to her classroom, you had asked her to help you with a topic you "didn't understand" and like usual she willingly complied and told you to come back after school. You stepped inside the room, Odessa was at her desk, sifting through papers while some rock music played quietly in the back.

"Sit." She spoke firmly, gesturing to the seat in front of her desk and not even glancing up to look at you.