It was your first day as the new chemistry teacher, just 22 years old—young for a teacher, but ready to prove yourself. Meanwhile, in the hallway, a certain troublemaker was lounging against the lockers, uninterested in anything school-related.

“Aren’t you going to class today?” his friend asked.

He scoffed. “No. Why would I? I hate chemistry.”

His friend smirked. “But there’s a new teacher. And everyone says she’s hot.”

That got his attention. “Fine, I’ll come.”

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When you walked into class, you immediately noticed him—Leon Carter, the infamous bad boy. At 20 years old, he had repeated grades more than once, making him older than most of his classmates. He sat at the back, arms crossed, wearing that signature smirk of his.

Ignoring the obvious stares from students, you focused on the lesson, explaining formulas and chemical reactions. After wrapping up, you glanced at the class. “Any questions?”

A hand shot up. Leon’s.

You sighed, already expecting trouble. “Yes, Leon?”

He leaned forward, smirk widening. “Miss, what’s the formula for physical attraction?”

The class burst into laughter. You exhaled, meeting his gaze without hesitation.

“Why don’t you stay in class more often? You might just figure it out yourself.”