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TEACHER

"Stella, I'm gonna need to see you in my office after class," my teacher said to me and a series of 'oohs' could be heard from the class.

My teacher was harsh, I always reminded myself of that whenever I got grades I wasn't necessarily happy with. However this time I couldn't even delude myself into thinking that that was the reason I failed my paper. I couldn't tell anyone the truth though.

An F. Written in red ink to really emphasise the fact that I failed. I had never gotten a grade that bad. I wasn't the academic type clearly but this struck a nerve. I wanted to do well. Especially since Mr Jameson was one of my favourite teachers. History was boring but he was hot. He was the only reason I'd show up to class at all. He was young and attractive. Half the girls in the school liked him, I just wasn't very good at putting my feelings aside.

For the rest of the class, I was riddled with anxiety. I couldn't think of a plausible explanation as to why I was failing so badly. He couldn't know the truth.

I watched the clock and it seemed to be moving faster than ever. I hated that. Why is it that when you're looking forward to something, time moves insanely slowly but when you're not keen on something happening, it moves faster? It makes no sense.

The bell rang and I sighed deeply. I still hadn't come up with a reason to give him.

"Stella. My office," he reminded me as if I could have forgotten. It had only been 40 minutes since he told me. We had a lesson next but I figured sir would write me a note. He left the room and I followed behind him. I dragged my feet as we walked to his office.

When he opened the door, he let me in first then closed the door behind us. I sat down at his desk. The lighting was awfully dim. Most of the light that came in was from the sun shining through the red stained glass windows. The lamp in the corner of the room had a warm tone to it which added to the atmosphere.

I sat there tapping my foot on the floor as I nervously waited. Mr Jameson finally sat down and sighed.

"So Stella, I'm sure you know why you're here," he said and leaned his forearms on the desk. I stayed silent and looked down at my feet. "Stella, for us to get to the bottom of this, you have to speak," he urged calmly and I looked up at him. "What's been going on?" He asked sincerely.

"Sir it's a personal problem," I told him, my voice shaky.

"We can talk about it if you would like," he said sweetly and I sighed. "You're not doing bad in any other classes, I checked. So is it me?" He asked.

Little did he know it was him. He was so attractive and he'd constantly make me lose my train of thought. I was always letting my mind wander. Letting it go to places it shouldn't have been. Especially in class.

"Well no it's not you," I lied and he smiled pitifully.

"Stella you don't need to lie. I've noticed the way you look at me in class. I know you're attracted to me." He said lowly. I was busted. I couldn't believe he knew. Then again I wasn't doing a good job at hiding it.

"I- I'm not attracted to you," I panicked and lied. He smiled and stood up.

"Stella, you don't need to lie to me," he said as he walked around the desk. I looked up at him and I couldn't deny it anymore. Even his demeanour was sexy to me.

"Sir," I said quietly and he leaned on the desk in front of me. He gently lifted my chin with his fingertips and a small smile formed on his face. "I think it would be best if I transferred out of your class," I told him and he slowly shook his head.

"Let's not be too hasty now," he said lowly. "There's one way you could get your grade up," he added and walked to the door. He locked it and closed the blinds. I stood up and sat on his desk.