i'm sitting up late at night,
completing my maths homework.
i need to get this done, it's due tomorrow
yet my mind won't stop racing thinking about
professor Adams.
i can't tell if it was real or i just wanted it to happen so badly i convinced myself that he looks at me different.
not how a teacher looks at a student, not how a professor sees a pupil,
but something more than that.
right
i can't procrastinate any more,
i need to get this work done.
the square root of a minus the circumference of the diameter...
this isn't making any sense
my minds going hazy
and just like that i drift off into an uneasy sleep filled with vivid images of my chemistry teacher and myself together in an empty classroom...
YOU ARE READING
teachers pet
Fantasii used to be horrible at chemistry but then i went from Ds to As how did i do it you ask? ask professor Adams😏
