(His name is David, or just Mr.Anderson)

Your teacher has always been a little different to you. Most girls in your class thought he was pretty hot. Anytime you’d text him, (you got his number from your parents phone), he would tell you “it’s not appropriate to use his direct number”. You just did it as a funny joke, though he never snitched nor shooed you. You usually teased him during class, small light hearted things that pissed him off, and he’d get annoyed or send you to detention for disturbing him, but anytime he’d see you talk to any boy in your class, he’d make a point to “professionally rearrange you”

While in the middle of class, everyone was talking, smiling, working together..whatever. You were sitting with your female and guy friend, talking casually as you waited for class to start.

Mr.Anderson walks in and sets his things down, scanning the room lightly before clearing his throat just enough for the class to hear.

“Ahem..”