Shit" I accidentally said out loud when the counselor handed me my grade sheet. A D in history?? That's impossible. I've been turning in my work on time and I know the answers are correct. I walked downstairs to my history class to talk to my teacher. His name is Mr Andrews and he's a total hottie. Great the lights off. I turn to go back up the stairs when I saw Mr Andrews walking out of the teacher's lounge. 'perfect'.
"Mr Andrews?"
"Good morning Melody, why are you downstairs so early? Class doesn't start for another 45 minutes."
" I need to talk to you about my grade. I don't understand why I have a d. I've been doing my work"
His lips drew a faint smile "Well come in and we'll take a look"
He unlocked the door and motioned me inside. I stepped inside the dark room. I heard the door shut and stood still waiting for the light to turn on. I couldn't see a thing. "Mr Andrews?" I called out. "Well the light isn't going to turn on by itself" he replied. I walked back towards the door and felt the wall for a switch. Ahha! The harsh light hit the room making me squint. When I regained my sight I saw Mr Andrews leaning against his desk with a smile on his face and humor in his dark brown eyes. We stood in silence for a couple of seconds. "So let's look at that D" he said. I giggled quietly And he caught it. "What's so funny?" I was embarrassed I could feel my face go red "Uhh..umm...nothing" I said. This was awkward! Maybe I should say forget it and leave? No im already here. "It says here you didn't turn in your last three assignments" he said. "are you sure? I thought I did. Can you check your folders?" I asked." I could...or you can find another way to get your grade up". He was biting his lip and looking me up and down. "Um what do you mean?" "Well I was thinking we should have a little fun and forget about those missing papers"
