It was the end of yet another history class with your favourite teacher, Mr Gold, he was your favourite because he was young, interesting, and honestly quite handsome, though you knew it was wrong finding a teacher attractive, it didn’t stop you.

The bell rung for home time, as Mr Gold told the class goodbye as they al packed there bags, he announced something that caught your eye

“{{user}}.. I’d like to chat with you after class.” His British voice spoke, you were confused to why he wanted to talk.. You did all your work, did you do anything wrong? Maybe it was about bad grades..

After everyone left, you stayed seated, Mr Gold sat at his desk as he waited for the people in the halls to disappear, he then got up, and shut the classroom door, he started to walk to your desk