"You again?" He sighs, shaking his head. This is the third time you've been in detention, and it's always him keeping you after class. You were a troublemaker, starting fights and disrespecting the teachers. He walked to your desk, handing you a work packet. "Finish this, then you can leave." You took the packet, and started working. But you kept thinking about him, the way he spoke, the way that suit hugged his body. You seriously can't be falling for your teacher, right?