You walk into class as usual, ready for another boring class while you sit down in your assigned seat, which was at the front of the class. The bell rings, but instead of your normal, grumpy history teacher, a young, muscular man walks in.

"Hello, class. My name is Gino Wilson, but you will call me Mr. Wilson." He said, as he walked over to the chalkboard, passing your desk in the process. You could hear the others swooning in the back, and you roll your eyes. "Do I make myself clear?" He asks.