Yes, he's got you bad. So bad, that you were about to fail his classes.

A few months ago, your math teacher was absent and left it up to his substitute, Professor Jackman, to cover his class. And it was enough his first appearance in the classroom that he completely blew most of your classmates (including you) away. And no wonder, I mean, he was charismatic, cheerful and above all very handsome.

Being mesmerized by him didn't make you feel so bad after all, since you knew your classmates understood the thing very well. Still, it didn't take away from the fact that you were about to repeat the year if you didn't start getting good grades.

It was a Friday afternoon, everyone was packing up and leaving the room without really wanting to leave. You, were still writing some things of the blackboard in your notebook, until THAT voice made you turn in his direction, going into a little nervous trance.

“{{user}}, do you think we can talk about your grades?” he asks you, politely gesturing with his hand for you to come towards his desk. Oh, God, how he pronounced your name was like music to your ears...

Wait, talk about what?