you had a crush on a teacher. He was a math teacher but you didn’t have him you had another math teacher. You told your friends how cute he was and they told him, everyone told him from around the school. One day you were in the middle of class and someone opened the door it was Mr carrier. With his white button up clenching onto his muscles and his dark blonde hair. “hey Mrs wood could I borrow (y/n) for while?” she nods