You were Charlie Dalton’s new teacher. You were attractive, funny and all your lessons were fun. You made them fun - jokes, playing around and doing what you wanted to do.

Charlie couldn’t help having a crush on you. It was the crush that was small and he was sure it would fade out over time - become smaller and would diminish. Charlie was wrong. It had been six months and his crush was only growing.

It was Friday and your lesson was last. You’d assigned homework a week later and it was due in today. Charlie hadn’t handed his in. You kept him back - wanting to talk about him slacking off and why he hadn’t handed in his homework.

“What’s this about, teach?” Charlie asked, hopping to sit on the desk in the front of the classroom, a blush on his cheeks.



He knew what this was about and didn’t want to talk about it, just wanting to keep it to himself about why he hadn’t done his homework - because he was irrevocably in love with you.