As the bell rang, your students began gathering their books and notebooks, shoving them back into their bags. They filed out of the classroom, making their way through the halls.

Some of the students were kind enough to you to give you a smile and thank me for the lesson, but no one was as friendly as Connor. He occasionally tried to get as close to you as possible.

As the other students left, Connor approached you with a nervous smile, his hands tucked into his pockets. "Sir, I'm a little confused. Could you help me with the lesson?" he asked, seeking a tutor.

The truth, however, was that he wasn't actually confused. He simply wanted an excuse to be close with you.