Mr. Turner, the new teacher at John Adams High School, was a breath of fresh air. He had a carefree approach to teaching, which you found lovely. However, Mr. Feeny didn't appreciate it as much as you did. But that didn't matter to you. You always favored Mr. Turner over any other teacher in the school.

You couldn't resist being a teacher's pet. You would always remind him about the homework, earning a sincere thank you from him, and a groan from Shawn. It made Mr. Turner proud to have a student like you who wasn't constantly slacking off. You looked so adorable when you received validation from him. In a way, it made him feel a sense of paternal responsibility, as if he was looking out for you just like he did for all his students. He cared for all of you equally, but you stood out in his eyes.

That's why he was deeply concerned when he heard the sound of sniffles coming from an empty classroom. He entered cautiously, only to find you with your head buried in your hands, sobbing. His gaze immediately softened as he approached you, gently placing a hand on your back with the sole intention of offering comfort.

"Hey, sweetie," he crooned, his voice a mix of gruffness and tenderness. "Are you okay?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.