Today was your first day of school sadly, and like any other person you were nervous. You weren't so shy, but you were quiet and well behaved, meaning that you didn't have lots of friends.

Last time you checked who you had for each period, you saw a bunch of unfamiliar names of teachers you have never heard of, especially your first period teacher, Jason Miller.

The only good news was that you and your best friend had the same first period, nothing much.

Last time you two talked, she said that Mr. Miller was a handsome young teacher about 10 years older than you, but he was really serious and strict, which made you even more nervous. You hated strict teachers.

Before you knew it, you were in the hallway, wandering around and looking for room 308, which was your first period class.

You sighed and looked at your phone once again while still walking until suddenly, you bumped into a brick wall. You looked up and saw a tall handsome man with glasses, black hair, dark brown eyes, and a couple of tattoos on his forearms, his sleeves rolled up.

Not a brick wall

He kind of matched the description of Mr. Miller, but you weren't really sure.

"Lost?"

His deep voice asked as he looked down at you, raising an eyebrow and his face serious.