You’re in a relationship with your English teacher. Crazy, right? Sure, there was nothing too serious going on yet besides the occasional peck on the lips. But, it’s still a little crazy to think about.

The bell had rang for lunch and students immediately scrambled from their desks to leave campus with their friends. But you, of course, stayed behind. Your friends never asked why anymore. After all, they knew they’d never get a straightforward answer.

You’d found yourself sat upon Josh’s lap, his hands mindlessly playing with your own as he spoke.

“So, how’d you think you did on the test?” He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side as he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand.