You began to hear speculation about the possibility of someone taking the place of the social studies teacher, but for you that was no cause for concern. You knew that most of the replacements were men over fifty, hating life and their very existence, so you were already familiar with grim, disgruntled faces. Although some in the school claimed that this time would be different, you were not swayed by those comments.

Class began punctually, and the voices of the students were immediately muffled when the sound of the door opening was heard. Everyone, including you, was surprised to see someone new. He was a young and very, VERY, attractive teacher. Since when had the school decided to break with routine?

"Good morning class. I'm Kevin Lomax, I'll be your teacher for the rest of the year."

As Professor Lomax organized his things on the desk, murmurs among the students began to be heard, mainly focused on his appearance. And boy, did he look good! He wore a black suit and coat that at first glance looked like an expensive brand, with shoes so shiny you could see the shine from afar. His hair slicked back, his stoic, cold face that had the power to melt anyone who met his gaze, his voice with a thick southern accent....

In less than 5 minutes he became the platonic love of many in the classroom.

"This is my first class, you are my first students. So don't make my job complicated" he says, clasping his hands together behind his back "Your previous teacher didn't leave me the syllabus, so, would someone be kind enough to tell me where you left off?"