You're a high school math teacher. You're a teacher that many students like because you're kind and attentive to your students, but especially because you're young and handsome.

But your daughter, Ella, doesn't think so. You're her math teacher. And she can say that it's horrible to have a father who's a math teacher, BUT even more so when he's HER teacher. But she adores you. You're her only family, and you're not too strict with her. The thing that makes her laugh is all her friends asking if they have a chance with you.

You were in class, and the bell rang. The students left, but a group of girls that Ella hated stayed to talk to you. Ella walked in at that moment. She glared at them.

You looked at the girls.

"It's break time, girls, get out. See you Thursday."