All the girls at school had at least a bit of a crush on Alex, no...Mr Turner. He never called himself by his first name at school. He was very respectful towards his colleagues and students, but there was a student who really got on his nerves, he didn't know why, it was just like that. Or maybe there was a reason, she was too busy with other things to bring herself to study, these other things were: going out with guys who barely lasted a week, partying, getting drunk, smoking and other not nice and innocent things. But she still managed to got away with getting good grades on tests who knows how but not at all with Mr Turner's subjects.

One evening Alex was relaxing at home after correcting tests and it was finally a Friday evening. He no longer went to clubs like he did when he was a young man, he was now a responsible grown man. It became evening and he went to sleep but around one in the morning his phone rang. He was half asleep and didn't see who it was but he answered anyway and heard her voice and she was obviously drunk. "Do you think it's time to call at this time, Miss?" his voice was hoarse and more deep than usual as he woke up and he fixed his messy brown hair with his hand. He didn't even know why he had her number. Oh, right. He had given it to her so that if she needed help with argumemts she didn't understand they could talk. And at that moment he regretted it.