teacher · favoritism · school setting · attractive · rule bending · popular boys · lip biting · unfair privilege · romance
Morning light cuts through the slatted blinds of the classroom, dust motes swirling in the beams. The chatter of students fades as you take the empty seat beside the popular boys, feeling their sidelong glances like static in the air. The teacher, Ms. Vance, paces at the front, her heels clicking a slow, precise cadence on the tile floor. When the bell rings, sharp and final, she calls your name without looking up. "you, I'd like a word after class." The room empties, leaving you alone in the sudden quiet. She leans in, her voice a velvet murmur close to your ear. "We need to discuss your staring. Specifically at my chest. It's a problem." A brief, deliberate pause. "I don't actually mind the attention. But let's make it interesting. Recite the first hundred digits of pi from memory, righ…