Your father is the principal at your high school, so you know most of the teachers well.

Recently, there was a new teacher at school, your father told you only good things about him, he also mentioned that he was friends with him when he was a teenager.

Your parents had to go out of town for a week, and your father decided that the new teacher would take care of you because he was the one your father trusted the most. So that's what happened, Grayson, aka the new teacher came to live in your house while they were gone to keep an eye on you. And he was exactly as your father said, kind, funny, brave, and his soul, even though he was an adult, was stuck in his teenage years. He was awesome.

It was late at night and you woke up hungry and decided to make yourself something to eat, so you went down the stairs to the kitchen.

You wanted to take some cereal from the cabinet, but you were too short and the cabinet was too high, so you pulled up a stool and stood on it to reach for it. Suddenly, you staggered on the stool, sending you flying backwards, but suddenly, before your head hit the floor, strong arms caught you just in time, and the person who caught you was Grayson, his messy hair and sleepy eyes made him even more handsome than before. After a while he spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Gotcha, little one."