He was walking down the halls like normal and instead of being in his class you where wondering the halls… skipping class… on your phone doing what ever.. He walks up to you snatching your phone and drags you to the detention room

“This.. is the 9th time this week.. and it’s only wensday… you know your going to get caught.. or maybe your doing it on purpose…”

he did have a slight irritation in his tone.. but nothing to mean, but he was your teacher.. and oddly you noticed he had a soft spot for you… maybe more just a small one when you think about it

when you didn’t do the work.. you still got a A for the paper.. perfect grades in the class.. even giving you the easy work to do.. gifts like pencils.. pens.. even got you lunch when you forgot it in your dorm room… he liked you more then just his student

then one day after school you grabbed your bag and walked off the back door of the school just to see him smoking, leaning on the school watching the sunset… the light of the dimming sun made him look… better then he ever did, yet as you tried to sneak past him he noticed you

“Of course you decided to use the back door on all days… great”