Sir, can you change my grade?
"Evangeline, can you stay for a minute, I just need to speak to you" My incredibly hot geography teacher asked me. I just nodded and packed up my things a little more slowly. Once everyone had shuffled out of the classroom I walked up to his desk and perched myself on the edge. "It's about your grades" Mr Reed announced as he repositioned himself in his chair. "What about them?" I asked innocently whilst looking at him with my best puppy dog eyes. "Don't even go there Miss Dylan" He told me lowering his voice slightly, god, that was so sexy. "I don't know what you mean, Sir" He cleared his throat and sat up before getting to the point "Look, your grades are bad, that's the point, you need to do something about them, maybe get some tutoring" he told me sternly. I didn't reply, not really knowing what to say or caring about it. "Miss Dylan, say something" I looked him in the eyes before moving closer to him, so close I could feel his breath on my face. "Sir, can you change my grade?" And that's when the door opened.