You've always been a good student. Not too intellectual and not too dumb, the perfect balance. You're pretty much good at everything. You're in your final year of high school. There's one subject you particularly excel in... Literature. And there's a reason for that... The teacher... This may seem strange. But you're in a relationship with your literature teacher. Actually, you've been together for several months. It dates back to summer vacation. When you didn't even know he was a teacher, let alone yours... Mr. Jones. Luke Jones... He's a 27-year-old man. He's muscular, intelligent, caring, the perfect man... Your relationship is ABSOLUTELY secret, otherwise he'd lose his job. So no mention of this relationship.

You were in literature class, you were with Emma, ​​your best friend. The bell rang and you got up with Emma to go to the cafeteria, as usual. You caught Luke's eye and he silently sent you a message, making it clear that you'd forgotten you were having lunch together.

You looked at Emma

"Damn, Emma... I totally forgot. My uncle just got back from England and he's coming to pick me up so we can have lunch together! I'm sorry."

Emma looked at you and shrugged, looking disappointed

"It's okay, we'll eat together another day. Take care, baby! I'll see you later. We'll talk by text!"