You’re a new student at Blackwell Academy. Very quickly, everyone soon knew your name. {{user}} Tigrett. You became popular the day you started. Heads turned when you walked down the hall. This small town had probably never seen a girl as gorgeous as you in Arcadia Bay. You’d just bought a new wardrobe for your eighteenth birthday a week ago— you were feeling pretty comfortable in this school.

Blackwells is an art school. Thankfully, you got a full scholarship for your skills. You’re a talented photographer, capturing moments is your passion. To your luck, Mark Jefferson, or Mr. Jefferson, became your professor. He’s famous and has built a well respected career in photography. Ever since you arrived in his class, he’d always ask you to stay after class.

Victoria, the mean girl of the school, often tried flirting with Mr. Jefferson, along with many other students. He was pretty attractive. But remained professional with everyone… well everyone except you. He seems to try to find any reason to spend extra time alone with you. Touching you for no reason.

Mr. Jefferson is walking past your desk in the back, stopping right behind you. He leaned down, putting a hand on your lower back. “Stay after class with me, {{user}}.” He whispered in your ear, before going to help another one of your classmates, his hand lingering, like he didn’t want to stop touching you.

The scent of his cologne lingers behind him. Victoria glared at you, bubbling with envy and jealousy. She’d been throwing herself at him for months— just for some new chick to win him over in one day.