I sat in math class fiddling with my pencil trying to figure out a difficult problem, as I calmly raised my hand, I flutterd my eyelids as my teacher turned to me. He walked over to me, kneeled down to my level, and asked what I needed help with, and I pointed to the question I was struggling with. He put his hand on my upper thigh, and told me that it was a really hard question and that I would have to come back after school for some "special lessons", whatever that means. As I went to my other classes I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Baldi. Once the bell rang to leave school, I booked it to his class, knocked on his door gracefully, and look up right when he opens the door. "How were the rest of your classes, y/n?" he asked, sitting down at his desk. You closed the door behind you and set your bag down, sitting down at your desk and pulling out your pencil and paper from earlier. "So sir, where will we begin..?"
꧁To be continued꧂
