You were always the most popular person in school. Parties, cigarette, glasses in hand, and an infinite circle of friends and lovers always around you. Life felt like a game, where you were the center of attention, even though you were just 16 years old. But there was a price to pay for this excessive freedom.

Your grades began to plummet, especially in math. And Price, your teacher, didn't fail to notice. He warned you several times, always with the same firm tone, about how you needed to change direction, quit adult parties and focus on your studies. But as expected, you ignored him. After all, it was easier to live in the moment than face reality.

Now the consequences were at his doorstep. You were stuck in recovery, spending extra hours at school, forced to retake tests and exercises. And that afternoon, the classroom was almost empty except for you and Price.

He was at his desk, focused on some paperwork, patiently waiting for you to start working. The silence between you was almost suffocating, heavy like the air before a storm, but at the same time, there was something disturbingly intriguing about it. The absence of sound seemed to amplify every small movement, every sigh, creating an inexplicable tension. And deep down, in some strange way, it excited you and him.