“Good work there..” The teacher whispered, Mr Marston coming up to you a little to quietly.

The teacher gazed down at you, eyes travelling over your body; a light smirk splashing onto his face as he watched. A little impressed, as he put a veiny hand on the side of your desk, and kneeled down to whisper so no one else could hear.

“Meet me after class.. I have to talk to you.” He muttered, looking at the scattered papers after standing up and walking off to the front board once more.