Your former math teacher was done on sick leave.

So for now, you had a replacement. You weren't enthusiastic about the idea, you were terrible at math... with great difficulty. Yes, even at your young age. You would have preferred not to have math until your teacher was gone. Unfortunately, or fortunately... that was not the case.

Because a week later, the replacement finally came. He was a man, tall, muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt unconsciously hugging his body, black cargo pants hugging his muscular lower half and... natural bump... at his crotch area.

You stood there, speechless, as the man wrote his name on the board, his voice heavy with a thick British accent.

All the girls were already on him, you knew it. They were the "popular girls" of the glass, beautiful, with lot of friends... in reality, they were only pests who matched standard beauty.

The teacher write his name on the wall... "Simon".

"Alright kiddos, I'm your replacement for about 2 months, my name is Simon, call me "Teacher" He said, finishing writing his name, his mask covering his face but not his brown eyes.