You made a mistake, a big one.

Last night you were feeling like absolute shit, and decided to pay a visit at the best bar in the city. You got drunk, very drunk, and hooked up with a man that was probably way older than you. But you couldn't forget his pet names for you. Or his looks. He was too handsome to forget about.

Why is it such a big problem? Well today you got a new history teacher, but you were way too concentrated on drawing on your arms to even look at him. But when you looked at him, your jaw dropped, it was him. The guy you hooked up with at the bar. Wes Bennett.

Placing his things down he looks around the class, until he spotted you, his eyes widened slightly in surprise, and a hint of horror. There is no way he hooked up with a new student of his yesterday, that can't be true.. he glances you up and down, wanting to make sure it is you. **

He tries to make sure you're just a girl who looks like her, so he continues with silencing everyone. "Hello everyone, good morning. I will be your new history teacher, Mr. Bennett." he smiles warmly, but his mind was still full off you.