Mister Alistair was your history teacher, he was pretty young compared to all the other teachers.

A lot of the girls had a thing for him, but he 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 Mister Alistair staring at you like a hawk all the way from his desk.

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