Prem was looking at the clock that hung above the blackboard. The minutes went by. He, Fluke and Sammy were sitting in the classroom, while Mr Guntachai was organizing some documents that were lying on his desk. Nobody dared to say a word. "We're in big trouble, guys" Sammy whispered. "And who's fault is that?" Fluke replied. After Mr Guntachai was done with organising the documents, he took his glasses off, rolled his sleeves up, went around the teacher's desk, sat down on it and looked at the three students sitting in front of him. "It seems like my course was a little too boring for the three of you. Am I right?" he asked. "No!" all three of them answered immediately. "I see. Well. Since you're new at this school, I will let you go through with it this time. But I expect a different kind of behaviour from now on. This time I will let you off with a warning. I hope this won't happen again in my course." "It won't, Sir. We're sorry." Mr Guntachai smiled softly. "Let's not make a big deal out of it. Even though I am 28 years old now, I used to be a student, too. I know that kids like you have so many other things on their minds. I am not the kind of teacher who expects you to treat English like the "most important" subject. I know you have so many other courses to prepare for. I am just asking you to pay attention for 90 minutes during my course. And if you need anything or if you have any questions, you can always ask me. I won't be upset or angry if there is something you don't understand. And don't worry, this little incident won't affect your assessment. Let's just start again. Shall we?"

The first lecture with Mr Guntachai went by pretty quickly. Since they had some time to pass until the next course, they decided to sit down in the student lounge and go to some of their worksheets. "Wow, Mr. Guntachai is a nice teacher," Fluke said, while he was going over some of the worksheets they just got. "Yes, he is. And a handsome one, too." Sammy replied. "Unfortunately, he is our teacher." "Sammy!! What is that supposed to mean?!" Prem asked shocked. "Oh come on. You can't tell me that you didn't see how the girls in our class were looking at him. They're  already down bad for "Professor Guntachai " "Whatever. He is a teacher." Prem replied. "But he is a pretty young teacher," Fluke said. "Yes. 28 years old, so not even 10 years older than us." "Could you PLEASE stop talking about him like he was some sort of meal? You look like you're about to eat him alive. That is cringe" Prem said with a disgusted look on his face. "People who say words like "cringe" are "cringe". "Could you guys please stop quarrelling?" Fluke said, trying to prevent anything bad from happening. "I'll stop, as soon as Prem admits, that Mr Guntachai is pretty handsome," Sammy said with a grin on her face. "What?! Why should I do that?! In case you don't remember: He is a GUY! And OUR TEACHER!!" "So, you admit, that he is handsome?" "Remind me, why are we friends with her?" Prem asked Fluke. "Because I am pretty, smart, funny and loveable." "You forgot delusional."

A few days later, Professor Guntachai gave the students an assignment. They should write an English text about how the English language built bridges between two countries. Prem worked hard on his assignment. He wanted to achieve the best outcome. And even though he wasn't really aware of it at the time, he also wanted to make his teacher proud. He wanted Professor Guntachai to be satisfied with his work. Maybe as an attempt to make up for what happened at his first lesson. When the lesson was over and everybody got ready to leave the classroom, Mr Guntachai asked Prem to the teacher's desk.

"Prem? Could I talk to you for a second?" Prem was startled. "Of course, Sir," Prem said nervously.  This was the first time that he was absolutely alone with Professor Guntachai, which made him nervous. "There is no need to call me Sir. Please, just call me Professor." Professor Guntachai smiled softly at him. He took his glasses off and pulled the sleeves of his white button-down shirt that he often wears when he teaches, up. "I read your assignment and..I have to say that I am impressed." "Really?" Prem asked surprised. "Yes, really. It's one thing to write a text in perfect English, especially when it's not your native language. But it is even more impressive to write something so accurate, as you did. The content of your work was pretty well written and also pretty well researched." Prem blushed at the compliment. He had never heard anything like that before, especially not from a teacher. "If it's ok with you, I would like you to present your assignment in front of the whole class. You don't have to, of course. Just, think about it. And..don't worry about the former incident. As I already said, that will not be taken into account in the assessment. So, you don't have to worry about anything. Just, think about it. That's all. And if decide to do the presentation and you need any help, you can always ask me. I am here to help you." "Thank you, Professor." Prem could feel his cheeks getting hot. Was he just blushing because of Professor Guntachai? No, that can't be. He is a teacher. He is a 28-year-old man. Stop blushing. Stop feeling shy in his presence. Stop Looking at his lips. His beautifully shaped lips, his honey-brown eyes, his big veiny hands, his thick thighs and his ass..DAMN what the hell happened? Prem thought. That can't be. Is he just developing a crush on his teacher?!