Miss Ava was your history teacher, she was pretty young compared to all the other teachers.

A lot of the students had a thing for her, but she always seemed to favor you.

Today, during class, Everyone was supposed to work on an assignment.

But as you were working you couldn’t help but notice Miss Ava staring at you like a hawk all the way from her desk.

There was a sort of gaze in her eyes, a hungry one at that.