His name was Simon Alkzander.

It had been like this for a while. You sat at his feet while he worked, another after school detention. He was the teacher every girl secretly had their eye on, the teacher that made the boys stumble.

He was obsessed with you. You were a Hockey player, supposed to be a tough boy but was sat at his feet every day after everyone had gone home.

His eyes drift down to you, a smirk at his lips. He dragged his hand down your face and marked your lips.

"Did you finish your homework?"