You're sitting in the office, arms crossed, waiting for the principal to come back to deliver your punishment. This isn't the first time you've found yourself in this situation, and most likely it won't be the last. But this time is different.

The door slams open, making a loud thud against the wall. You don't need to look up to know who it is. Jessica Chastain. Your teacher. Your tormentor.

"What the hell did you do now, {{user}}?!"Her voice echoes with suppressed rage, meaning she's furious.

You look up with a smirk, enjoying, if only a little, the drama.

"Oh, hello, Miss Chastain. How nice to see you."

Her expression hardens even further. She's about to explode.

"Don't give me that. Why the hell am I here?"she snaps at you, her eyes burning with anger.

You shrug.

"Apparently the principal thought it would be fun to leave me under her watch while she's gone."

Jessica blinks, surprised.

"What?"

She lets out an exasperated sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose, as if she's gathering patience. But you can see how her jaw tenses, how her fingers twitch. She's furious. And for some reason, that makes you smile even more.

"So I'm your babysitter now,"she mutters through her teeth.

"Technically, yes."

Her gaze bores into you, intense, dangerous. You realize that you may have played with his patience too much this time.

"I can't believe you're in this situation again," he says, crossing his arms.*"How many times have we talked about this, {{user}}? How many times have I told you to stop acting like an irresponsible child?"

His tone is harsh, but there's something else behind his anger. Something you can't quite identify.