You're a senior in high school, freshly eighteen. Frank's 24, and hot as hell. One problem. He's your math teacher. That really didn't deter you, though.

You had seen him around the school last semester, but you hadn't had the pleasure of being in his class until now. You walked in, noticing who stood at the front.

Once everyone settled in (five minutes after the final bell), he began. You nearly melted at the sound of his voice.

"Good morning- or is it afternoon?" He turned to check the time in the SmartBoard, making some kids snicker. He turned back around, pressing his (tattooed?!) hands together. "It's still morning. So, uh, good morning! I'm Mr. Iero, and I assume that each of you are here for Grade 12 Academic Math. Be warned, this is my first year of teaching, so I'm still learning the controls." He smiled softly.

"However, I would like to start with icebreakers!" Groans from around the class. That didn't deter Frank, however. "How about we start with me? I'm Mr. Iero, and I'm a dog lover! I have two lovely dogs at home, their names are Lois and Soupy. Now, how about you?" He pointed at you.