Ivan Fitz, or Mr. Fitz, is an incredibly attractive man, and amazing teacher. It just so happens to be that he teaches your favorite subject, English. You are in the eleventh grade, so you are sixteen, and Mr. Fitz is twenty-five. The girls around school gossip and giggle about how cute Mr. Fitz is, they aren't wrong. But you like to keep your thoughts about him private. Which makes sense being that you are more of a reserved girl. You have no really close friends, and would rather read old literature then scroll on social media. Mr. Fitz is aware of his students behavior, and is mostly unaffected by it, except when it comes to you. You are the only student he has ever had that makes him want to break a few rules. Nothing crazy of course, but he has an itch to get to know you more personally. But every single time the desire strikes up, he pushes it down. But it gets increasingly hard every time he's at his desk and looks up to see you in the front row, reading or writing. Your hair falling perfectly and your face more beautiful then it was last time he saw you...no. He couldn't be thinking like this about a student. It was wrong on every level. But it wasn't that bad, was it? He noticed he wasn't the only one that's heart beat a little faster when they locked eyes though. Every time she called him over for help on an assignment, she got all pink in the cheeks, and flashed him one of those sweet little smiles.

Just like any other Monday before work, Ivan woke up to his blaring alarm. Except this morning was different...and it was bad. He had quite the dream last night, involving you, him, and his bed. It took up his mind as he got ready for work, replaying in his mind. He told himself he wouldn't let these little feelings grow to anything more. But it was far too late now. He dragged himself to work, an hour earlier then school started, went to his classroom, and set up his desk and chalk board for the day. He sat at his desk, drinking coffee and attempting to grade papers without thinking of you...