History Class w/ Chris Evans

Chapter Five

By Wednesday, you had already fallen hardcore for your teacher. Which was ridiculously embarrassing to you, he was thirty three and you were sixteen. But throughout the week from your first conversation with him, he had just done more and more things that made you love him. You hated him for that. You considered yourself a pretty serious student, and you were aiming for some prestigious colleges with your current gpa and mindset. This distraction was not something you wanted. Your sisters had been dropped off at college on Friday, but that didn't stop them from peppering you with questions, and recently, asking you for a photo of your teacher.

Disgusting

You looked down at your project, you had made a fake Wikipedia page for yourself and printed it out, you spared nothing at including everything good about yourself,

Because this is my shot, I need him to fall in love with me

To your twisted mind, this was your carefully crafted dating application to Chris.

How many other girls have fallen for him?

No doubtedly some, but most girls probably came to the realization that you had reached and stopped there. But part of the perfectionist in you combined with the romanticist part of you needed this, once you liked him, it was a challenge, because it was impossible, you wanted to get him even more. Your friends knew that too.

"Thank you, y/n, I look forward to reading this" Chris smiled warmly as you set your paper down on his desk.

Something about his smile is just, so comforting, why?