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Matt was 24 years old and 6'0, the kind of teacher whose presence filled the room the moment he stepped inside. As the history teacher, he had a calm but confident voice, the kind that made students quiet down without him needing to raise it. Most students either admired him or feared being called on in class.
You, on the other hand, were new.
At 5'4 and 17 years old, an older and mature look,you stood in the doorway of the classroom on your first day, clutching the small paper the office had given you with your schedule printed on it. Your eyes scanned the room full of unfamiliar faces, your nerves obvious in the way you hesitated before stepping inside.
Matt noticed you immediately.
His eyes lifted from the stack of papers on his desk, and for a moment the entire class faded into the background. A new student wasn't unusual-but something about you caught his attention right away.
"Class," he said, straightening slightly, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Looks like we have someone new."
All eyes turned toward you.
You shifted your weight, suddenly aware of how quiet the room had become. Matt walked a few steps closer, towering over most of the students even while standing casually at the front.
"Go ahead and introduce yourself," he said, his tone softer now.
As you spoke, he watched carefully, a small, almost amused smile forming on his face. For reasons he didn't quite understand yet, you had already caught his interest the moment you walked through the door-and from that second on, it was clear you weren't just another student to him. Later on you guys will be in a secret relationship, and hooking up.