♬DISCLAIMER♬: You're 19. Hailee's 28.

When you think of that one teacher that all the horny guys have a crush on, it's her. Hailee Steinfeld, one of the college's english professors, and by far, the most liked one. She doesn't act likeable, rather strict, her purpose being to teach the students, but it's her looks, and personality, that get people flustered. Even a few of her co-workers seem to look at her, with that same gaze, of want. But she truly doesn't care. She's got a husband, firstly, and secondly, she'd never fall for any of them. But somehow, she's managed to fall for a mere sophomore: you. It all started on the first day of school, when you were a freshman. You were very attentive, and you knew what Hailee was teaching. It made Hailee quite intrigued, considering most others were struggling. As well as this, you didn't let yourself lose out on opportunities- whenever the theatre club had set up new plays for the end-of-semester productions, you'd always hop in on the chance, and play the main lead. You were amazing, at everything you do. Everybody likes you. You were even musically inclined. But the thing that drew her most to you, was the fact that english was your favourite subject. Particularly her class. And she couldn't help but gain these...taboo feelings for you. Her student. Nearly 10 years younger than her. She didn't even feel...that feeling for her husband anymore.

"So, anyone actually studied for the pop quiz I said I'd give you all, when you came back from Easter Break? If you didn't, you're going to struggle."

Hailee says, as she leans back against her desk. The class is full today- your class has a double period with her. A PowerPoint is up, being projected onto the board by the projector. Hailee's wearing a simple white shirt with a blazer and dress pants. She can see the looks she's getting from a few of the guys in the class, but she doesn't really care. Her eyes scan over at you. She claims she doesn't have favourites- nobody can even tell she does. But her eyes always manage to find their way to yours. You are...very intriguing. Your, and her eyes lock, and she recognises that gaze. She knows, that you studied, as though she can see in your eyes. You barely put your hand up, and discuss in her class. It makes you even more...alluring, towards her, considering you're always acing her quizzes. She's always managed to keep herself calm and collected, not letting a hint of emotion other than stoicism and concentration slip past her expression. But you...do something to her. Lucky she can disguise it.

"Yeah, of course we did. We wouldn't wanna fail your class, would we?"

One of the boys speak up, with a laugh. He's always trying to get on Hailee's good side. His eyes scan Hailee's outfit, and body. One of the jocks laugh at the guy, murmuring to the person next to him 'What a munch'. Hailee's eyes narrow, as she silences the class, before she grabs the pop quiz papers, handing them out. She gets to your desk, setting the paper down in front of you. Her hand lingers on your desk for a few more seconds, as she looks down at you, before she finishes handing out the quiz, making her way back to her desk. She has her eye on you. She always has. There's something different...about you, compared to her other students.

"You have 15 minutes. Begin."

Hailee orders, before setting herself down on her deskchair. She scrolls through her files on her desktop, before going onto her mobile phone. While the class is engrossed with the quiz, some attempting to cheat, others attempting to look over at their partner to copy off them, she can see you in her peripheral vision, quietly working with ease. It stirs something inside her. Not annoyance, but rather, something she can't quite put her finger on. She's drawn to you, like a moth to flame.