It was a nice summer afternoon in our high school, the school was about to end. I was having a nice time along with my best friends, Hee Kyung and Taylor. We were laughing for so long I don't even remember.

It was all going good, the school bell rang. We had to make a queue like a flock of domestic cows and exit the school like elementary students everytime school went off. It did sound as crazy and nonsense as I intended it to be.

"What are you planning for  the evening?"Taylor formed her words.

"I'm planning to die." I said as simply as I could, but still coped up to pull out a gigantic, monstrous laugh from kyung's chest. She huffed and laughed again in an intensity that annoyed a lot of people in her atmosphere, including me.

"That wasn't even that funny, Hee Q." Taylor said, her infamous nickname for Hee Kyung still fetching the best feels out of me, so much that I wanted to pinch her cheeks.

"That was-" Hee Kyung was shut off by our maths teacher, Mr. Jeon Jungkook.

He had girls worshipping over him only for existing, and he did more than just that coming to our class, teaching us, and be flirtatious which "surely" was a blessing for the girls.

"Hee Kyung! Gosh why can't you guys just shut up for god's sake! It's already off and you still have energy for all this." He said, exhaustion clearly hugged his words, expression laced by a lot of frustration.

"It was this Y/n who made her laugh, teacher!" The girl I hadn't ever seen stood against me, as a threat.

"Yeah, it is always her who makes all the boys laugh with her silly little jokes, sir. She a whore for sure." Another one's voice popped out of the crowd, purring the word 'sir' so intentionally, like damn. Insta puke.

"Bullcrap." I simply said, not really wanting to be involved with such foul mouths, but whatever those bestselling authors would call it in their books, luck, fate, karm, kismet, nothing was in my favour.

Mr. Jeon grabbed my arm in such a tight and inhumane way that I could feel the suffocation first from the contact, second from the glares shot at me. He separated me from the queue and I was aware to the fact that trouble had knocked on my door by then. A big ass, huge trouble with a sprinkle of criticism on it's top.

"Queue, March forward. No-one dare look back." His words were especially forced on, coming out clenched and drenched with anger.

I could swear peeing in my pants was a ready task I was considering because the way he was holding me had me on my knees for forgiveness. This was all I feared, being on his bad side.

'It wasn't even that much though!' I whined to myself inside my head. I so wish I'd just disappear into nothing just like that half population in MC universe.

The students took their time and slowly drained out of the room, leaving me, Mr. Jeon, and my possibility of peeing my pants alone.

The four syllable word, fear never had this much engraved meaning to me when he approached for the door once all the students had confirmed there departure. Fear ticked in like that of a clock when his tattoed arm reached out to close the door and lock it.

His slow and steady steps were like those of a hunter's and I couldn't help but feel like a meek and weak prey who didn't even haf enough space to run.

What was I so afraid of actually? What could he possibly do? Smash my face with his slaps as a punishment, right? Or maybe more, I've been, We've been so annoying and troublesome to him during the period.

I almost cried my lungs at the thought of how much of a brat I was in today's session. I prayed I could be set free after some verbal or physical abuse, anything would be okay till it was bearable and would never let me face this again.

All I ever wanted was to return home and have a good noon sleep. But here I am, feeling as if I'm on fire and Mr. Jeon is the fuel to it. Once he was considerable inches away from me,  he bombarded a smack on my head.

He stepped again, I stumbled back. The tension was so pressurising and I could explode.

"Stubborn huh?" He said, his vision on my shoes. My face was claimed a territory by a confused frown when he crossed his arms infront of his chest.

"I... Am sorry..." I said, my head hung low, sneaking tiny glances at him and one of my hands was caressing the area he hit.

"You're sorry? For what exactly?" He said, one of his brows tugged above their normal level, gracefully.

"Umm... I... Am sorry for... Bothering you." I said, within pauses, finding words that would not harm his ego or damage me in any way.

"As if. Fourth axiom, speak aloud." He scoffed midway sentence and asked for what I have cursed since beginning of this grade.

"I... I don't know that... Yet." I said, his eyes now at me, his jaw clenched and I was sure that this was the sign of his building up anger.

He took two more steps and said, "Theorem number 9, chapter 10." I stumbled a little more unstable this time, hardly staying on my feet.

"S-sir I'm just trying to be better I promise I'll do better in the unit tests-" I tried to explain but got cut off by his mocking laughter, I lifted my head up to see him smirking and his face tilted to side and then looking at me.

"You don't even know how long I've been waiting to try this." He stepped up again, him no more interested in questioning my subjective knowledge.

I didn't even know why I didn't, or couldn't answer him. It must be some paranormal shit that someone from parallel universe took over me that second, I never knew I was weak at Maths.

That unknown feeling pounced more intensely than blood in my viens, I could feel the stomach dropping, eye widening, sweat producing dread once I felt the wall hit my back. I could feel myself shredding every second when he had just entered my personal space. Close enough to blow my mind but far enough to keep me sane.

I hate myself for being so sensitive and not habitual of men getting closer to me.

He stared at me, and I stood there just like a mannequin in a store. I had started to feel like one as he stared and stared at me, his expression that stood the same: A. Creepy. Smirk. I looked down as he tapped his feet on the floor, tightly closing my eyes expecting him to take a step ahead.

He giggled squeakingly. I opened my eyes slowly and found out he was in his very previous place. He was enjoying teasing me, I hated that I was getting teased.

"Do you like me?" He said the brain wrecking words in a terribly simple tone.

"What kind of a question is that?" I asked, and as I guessed already, he laughed lightly. His eyes never broke the contact.

His left hand went up to my face, I involuntarily leaned away, maybe because I feared a slap coming my way. Instead, his face caressed my cheek.

"I said, do you like me?" I looked in his eyes, that conveyed lust to me. I did like him in that way, but couldn't it cause trouble to both of us? Sure it could.

"No, I don't." I said in a determined voice, but still faltered a bit.

"Stop pulling tricks with me, you know I'm not much patient." His cocky reply actually made me mad, and earned an equally blunt response from me.

"Who cares if you're patient or not, sir. My words are final."  I stated.

"You don't like me.... even though I do this... " His right hand sneaked to my waist, the thumb of the other playing wonders on my cheek.

I leaned forward, towards his ear, and whispered, "Keep it in your pants.... Sir.", caressed his hard abs, trying to push him out of my way.

"I can't, when you do sneaky stuff like this." He moved my hand from his abs and kissed my knuckles, giving my stomach a tsunami kind of fluttering. He moved, to give me space and I stepped out of his trap to escape from this class.

On my way, I glanced at him. Obvious enough, he winked at me.

"That's how your dad got in my pants, Stacy." I said, to my twenty-two daughter.