"Mr. Johnson? Mr. Johnson?" The voice of one of my students snapped me out of my daydream. "Yes, er, Heather?" I said, rubbing my stubble absent mindedly. "The dismissal bell rang, could we be excused?" She asked. I looked at my watch and saw it was dismissal time. "Alright, everyone you can go. Have a good weekend, sorry about that." I apologized.

I'm Matthew Johnson, teacher of Advanced World History to the seniors at Northcliff High School. I'm not what many people would describe as unattractive, just unfortunate in love. I haven't had a girlfriend since I was in high school myself. I was always too busy in college to have one and I got into teaching as soon as I got my degree. I began to tidy up the room since I'd have to hold after school tutorials in here. The other history teacher for the seniors was supposed to be tutoring today, but called in sick. While I was picking up some of my wadded up assignments I had given out from off the floor, Miss Sabrina Clearwater, the adorable and leggy English IV teacher from down the hall with dirty blonde hair in a bob cut knocked on my open door.

"Matthew?" She asked in her usual chipper voice "Do you maybe want to get some coffee or something? I could always grade the papers I have at home." Fuck. The hottest person I know is asking me out and I have to be stuck here tutoring a bunch of flunkies. "I'd love to, Sabrina, but I have tutoring duty today. Maybe some other time?" I asked. Her smile faded. "Yeah, maybe." She said and walked off. Fuck. The bell for tutorials rang and I sat at my desk