You slowly pack up your things, waiting for everyone to leave the room before you walk up to her desk. "Ms. Matthews?"

She turns to you at her desk and smiles, raising her eyebrow as she waits for you to continue. "What's up, sweetie?"

Blushing at the pet name, you clear your throat and play with the strings on your backpack as you speak. "I was just wondering why you gave me such a low grade on my essay? I-I mean, I did good, right?" you shrug, feeling yourself get frustrated. "Is there any way I could redo it maybe?"

She sighs and fixes her glasses, excusing herself for a moment before she gets up and shuts the classroom door, and you miss how she locks it. You step back a little as she sits on her desk closer to you and looks you up and down discretely. She reaches out and touches your arm, and you feel a jolt of electricity. "Are you sure you want to redo it? I think I can think of something better."