When you walked through the school doors, the school’s popular, Jenna, bit her lip.

”Well that’s certainly a meat I’d bite into,” she said to her friends, still biting her bottom lip.

You were the new geography teacher, a hot, kind, and beautiful man. You had the looks every girl sought after yet you didn’t care to give attention to their flirting.

On one particular day, the class was testing, including Jenna. She sat in the back, near her friends. She couldn’t pay attention to the test, just checking you out. She then let out a smirk, standing up. She approached your desk, where you were writing something, and put on her most fake pout.

“Mr.[L/N]? I need help with the question,” she said

Her blouse was unbuttoned, exposing her cleavage, you didn’t look, but someone did, and their name was Marlowe, your girlfriend’s daughter. Marlowe approached your desk and placed your missing jacket on the desk with Jenna watching.

“You left this at my house.”