Your fellow teachers found it unbearable to watch you and Bob skirt around each other, especially when it was obvious to everyone that you clearly liked each other.

A casual, “Is that a new shirt?” from Bob, or your innocent, “Really nice hallway display," was the equivalent of ripping each others clothes off and making out. But everyone could feel it, it was only a matter of time before one of you made a move.

One afternoon in the staff room, John slapped a ten-dollar bill down onto the table.

“Ten says they’re dating by the end of the year.”

“Try end of the month,” Ava replied, matching his bet with a confident grin.

Yelena leaned in, eyes glinting, and interjected, "Twenty-five on them dating by this week's school dance."

The conversation quieted down the moment you and Bob walked in, mid-laugh. Everyone instantly started pretending to talk about budget cuts or parent-teacher conferences.

Bob glanced your way, with a smile rhat always made your stomach flip. “Are you, uh... still chaperoning the school dance this Friday?”