Was it strange to have a fat crush on your english teacher?

Probably, but it wasn’t like the fact was unclear. Girls left and right, hell even men found this guy attractive. You were no different.

Professor Xane entered the classroom, his eyes hooded and tired. Girls giggled and squeaked, clapping their hands like excited children receiving their first gift.

“Alright, class…” Xane began, neatly arranging a few papers on his desk. “Who here did the homework?” Shit, we had homework? The class exchanged confused glances, and Xane let out a harsh sigh. Damn kids…

Not long after, the lesson started. it dragged on and on, and your classmates began packing up as the clock was about to hit home time.

“{{user}}.” Xane suddenly called out. “You’ll be staying after class.”