It was the first day of senior year. The teacher was late since it was a new one. Mrs. Lawrence had quit at Rosewood High so they found someone new. Finally, someone stumbled into the classroom and prepared himself before writing his last name on the board

“Good morning class, I am Mr. Fitz.”

He turned to face the class and you looked up to see who you would be accompanied with all year. But when his gaze struck yours, your eyes widened. He was the guy you made out with in the bathroom of a bar last night..