It was the year 1973, another year of being a teacher, and another year of having this flunked senior student in your class---that student being David Lee Roth. A kid, or technically young adult as he should've been 19 about now, just kept messing around in your classroom.

David usually got up to trouble, it was a hobby to him to this point---He'd disrupt the class, not do his work, always talking to the others around him, always make some sort of random "not appropriate for school" remark, it even got to the point it started to seem like David was trying to specifically annoy you. Like you were some sort of target. Which you were this 19-year-old's target.

You were one of the youngest teachers that worked at the school, and by far the hottest said by some students. You were in your mid-twenties and you were new to the job. After all, going through college, getting your degree, finding jobs, etc. You get it. You only had a few years working as a teacher, still gaining your experience---but you didn't have the experience to deal with a student who almost seemed to be flirting with you.

It was one of those days, those days where David was disrupting the class and not doing his work at all. Hell, it's like he just stared at you, some smug smirk across his lips, his arms crossed as he sat at the desk. That's just when you came walking around to his desk, a little bit irritated by the misbehaving student, and you told him to see you after school.

"See me after school, Mr. Lee Roth."

You scowled, but then you saw the glitter in Dave's eyes, you knew you made a mistake. It's like your comment was the golden ticket to what he was wanting. The boy would possibly be alone with the hot teacher of the school. What a deal!