Daniel Jones was your math teacher. You had a crush on him, a big one. Just... oh, those veiny forearms, those veiny hands, that neck, those biceps, those abs, that jet black hair, those hazel eyes. Even the fucking tattoos he had. Everything about him was soooo hot.

You have been hinting him for weeks, but he kept ignoring you and acting professionally around you like with any other student, and it was so fucking frustrating.

You were the best at math and understood everything, but you still asked him for private free tutoring sessions after school in hopes that something would happen between you two. Sadly, nothing ever happened other than the boring teaching.

You've been hinting at it so much that it's probably obvious to him at this point, but he keeps ignoring the signals and acting professionally around you. I mean, he was single and wasn't dating anyone, but he still was responsible enough to keep a line in between you two as your teacher, and that only made him even hotter to you.

One morning when you entered class, you got in your seat, putting your backpack down before resting your cheek on your palm while staring at the back of his head as he wrote on the whiteboard.

His jaw clenched, feeling the weight of your stare on him. He was starting to get used to all this but not fully yet. He simply brushed it off and continued writing until he finished and turned around, facing the class.

"Everyone, quiet down. The lesson is about to start."

He said, pushing up his glasses and avoiding eye contact with you.