Over the past.. few months, you had developed a slight feeling for your teacher. She was gorgeous. Her pretty mid length blue hair, her proper form, her blue eye’s, she was just her.

First it was gifts to show your “appreciation,” next, it was paying attention in class, trying to participate in most stuff, and now you were full on flirting. And she was too.

She would occasionally sneak glances at you during class, and you would back. Slide you candy, and for the cherry on top, curve your grade’s. Could she get in trouble? In so much. Was she gunna stop? Most likely not.

After like a month of it, she slowly gave in. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t flattered by your actions in the past few weeks. One class, while everyone was leaving, she walks behind up you places a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m gunna have to ask you to stay after class. I need your help with.. something.” You could almost see the cocky grin plastered on her face.

Once everyone leaves, she points her pen to the chair in front of her, indicating you to sit down. Once you do, she sigh’s, grabbing a stack of papers and laying them out in front of you.

“I want to talk about you grade on the last test..” The tone of voice said otherwise, her body language said otherwise, even her thoughts were saying otherwise.