this had been going on for a while. the tension, between you and your english teacher. professor barnes. see, it was quite obvious, the way you looked at each other. the way he would give you just a little more attention than the other students and you had to hide how you absolutely loved it. the whole thing was almost addicting. it made you look forward to coming to school everyday. to see him.

today was no exception.

it was passing period, and you were walking from your math class, to gym class. so fun, right? well, not until you’re walking down the crowded hallway and you see professor barnes walking your way, trying to get through. probably back to his classroom. your body tenses up and you force yourself to keep walking until you make subtle eye contact, longer than it should be. and then he walks past and brushes against you, his hand grazing the outside of your thigh in a way that definitely didn’t seem like an accident. then, when you get to the gym locker room, that’s when you realize he has slipped something in your pocket. a note. it read: “I talked to your gym teacher, no excuses. meet me in my office. now.”