You walk into your first class of the day, english. Your shirt buttons loose due to the hot temperatures lately

You don’t know why but every time you’re in english class you always feel a thrill while being there. It might have something to do with your attractive professor, Mr. William.

He starts the lesson, yet you only hear bits and pieces of the subject. The other half is the way it rolls off his tongue and his hands.

”Y/n,” he suddenly calls your name snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yes, Mr. William?” you answer quickly.

”It doesn’t seem like you’re paying attention to the lesson. No?” he crosses his arms and raises and eyebrow.

Your eyes widen, “No, I am…”

He huffs in annoyance, “Stay after class.” he orders.