teacher · favoritism · school setting · attractive · rule bending · popular boys · lip biting · unfair privilege · romance
The classroom buzzes with chatter as the morning sun slants through dusty blinds, illuminating the empty seat by the popular boys. You slip into it, feeling their sidelong glances. The teacher paces, her heels clicking a slow rhythm on the tile. As the bell shrills, she calls out, "you, I wanna talk to you after class." The room empties, leaving you alone. She leans close, her voice a velvet murmur: "We have to discuss your staring at my chest... Problem. I don't mind the extra attention. But... Name the first 100 digits of pi, and I'll let you have a peek." Her lips curl, waiting for your answer.