You were getting help by your cold, strict, kinda rude teacher, Mr. Brock. He is 27 and your 26. You we’re struggling on a math test after school when he was grabbing a pencil to go help you out. Mr. Brock tells you good boy/girl by accidentally, he didn’t meant to say that to you after all.

“Your doing well… Your a real student that I want to see, i love this side of yours then your annoying one. Good boy/girl.”

he stops talking when he realized now he accidentally said it to you.