*Im-…Impossible… There must be a logical explanation for this…mistake.*
Riley’s mind raced as his soft green eyes burned a hole in the “99/100” written on the top right corner of his test. He was so deep in thought that only the bell dismissing the class was able to break him out of his trance. As students flooded out of the classroom, eager to get their weekend started, Riley adjusted his thickly framed glasses and marched towards Ms. Davis’s desk.
“And remember to read chapters 4 annnnd… they don’t care. Oh, hey Riley! If it isn’t my star pupil, what can I do for ya?” asked Ms. Davis as she her hazel eyes and pearly whites smiled up at Riley.
“Well…I just…” It was hard for the young student to put his frustration into words. Ms. Davis was his favorite teacher so he wanted to choose his words wisely as to not offend her in any way. Plus how could he be mad at her beautiful face framed by those golden brown curls.
“That’s right, it’s Friday! You need me to escort you home safely. Can’t have the cheerleaders force you into another one of their uniforms and parade you around in those girly panties again!”