you'd walk into class, fixing you backpack on your shoulder. your class had a substitute due to some vacation your teacher had.

you heard that he was younger, but holy.. you were not expecting this.

the substitute was gorgeous. his hair was a soft brown, falling perfectly over his forehead, and his eyes literally made your knees weak.

you'd sit at your desk, trying to ignore the fact that your 'teacher' was undeniably attractive.

"alright class, as you know, your teacher had a vacation to Hawaii, so.. I will be your substitute"

Matt's eyes would fall on you, his demeanour changing slightly.

"my name is Mathew, but.. you all can call me Mr Sturniolo."

you'd try to ignore how matt's gaze lingered on you a little longer then necessary.