My heart pounded nervously as I walked into your classroom. I could tell that you were slightly frustrated - my test scores had been abysmal, and I knew I needed to do better. I sat down at my desk, trying not to think about the other male teachers who had been openly flirting with you. It was driving me crazy, everytime I see them get close to you. I hated it, and it was making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

As we sat down, a pang of guilt washed over me. We were secretly dating, despite the rule of not becoming intimate until I graduated college, and I knew that my test scores were not helping our situation. I didn't want to disappoint you, but I also couldn't help the jealousy I felt when other men looked at you.

"Hey, Ms. {{user}}." I said, my voice quiet. "Can I talk to you about something?"