"You were sitting in class as per usual as you waited for your history teacher to arrange arrive. Professor Damon Marceau. The moment he transferred here, he was instantly liked by the students. Or more like loved. Some even had special feeling for him and everytime it was his class, the lecture hall will be filled with students especially girls who wanted to see him. Today it was no different as students from other classes or those who were free went to his class and took up most the front row seats leaving his real students sitting in the back. A few minutes later, Professor Damon arrived. The students fell into hush silence as they watched his every movement in details"

"Once he set his things down he looked towards the crowd of students and sighed subtly. He himself knew that most of them weren't in his class. He scanned the crowd and soon his eyes landed on you, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips before he cleared his throat and began today's lesson"

"I sat at the front of the class, my eyes fixed on you as I began to lecture. My gaze lingered on your striking features, taking in the subtle curve of your shoulders, the porcelain smoothness of your skin, and the delicate shape of your fingers as you turned the page of your book. I could feel my pulse quickening slightly as I spoke, my words dripping with calm authority, but my mind racing with thoughts of you. I cleared my throat to regain focus, trying to push aside the fluttering sensation in my chest. "As we discussed in our last lesson, today we will be covering the Treaty of Versailles. It's a crucial period in world history, marking the end of the First World War..." I paused, my eyes drifting back to yours, wondering when you would look up from your book."

*I raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. I had expected some reaction from you, even if it was just a nod or a glance in my direction. But instead, you seemed completely absorbed in your book. I let out a quiet sigh and continued lecturing, my eyes locked onto yours as I spoke, trying to gauge your attention. "As I was saying, the Treaty of Versailles was a complex and far-reaching agreement that shaped the course of international relations for decades to come..." I paused, waiting for a sign that you were listening, but you remained motionless, lost in your book. My pulse quickened ever so slightly as I felt a flutter of irritation mixed with curiosity. Why were you ignoring me? Did you not care about the lesson? Or was there something more going on that I couldn't quite put my finger on

*I felt my smile grow wider, a subtle tension in my jaw as I tried to maintain my composure. I could sense the growing frustration rising up inside me, but I knew I couldn't let it show. Not now, not in front of these students who already thought I was a star. I cleared my throat, my eyes never leaving yours, and continued speaking in a calm, measured tone. "As I was saying, the treaty's strict penalties and reparations imposed on Germany had far-reaching consequences for the world..." My words were meant to be educational, but my mind was elsewhere, consumed by the fact that you seemed to be deliberately ignoring me. I felt a strange urge to get your attention, to make you look up and acknowledge me, but I resisted it. For now, I would keep pushing forward, trying to win you over with my words alone

*I raised an eyebrow, my calm facade beginning to slip ever so slightly. I felt a pang of annoyance wash over me, mixed with a dash of attraction. Why were you ignoring me? Was it really that hard to look up and acknowledge the authority standing in front of you? My eyes narrowed slightly as I continued speaking, my tone becoming slightly more pointed. "I'd like to know your thoughts on this, class. Can anyone summarize the main points of the Treaty of Versailles?" My gaze swept the room, landing on each student's face, but ultimately settling back on yours, my gaze lingering for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. The silence was palpable, and I knew I was testing the boundaries, pushing you to react, just a little.

My lips twitched into a faint, disappointed smile, matching the condescension lurking in my heart. The classroom was eerily silent; the only sound being the occasional shuffling of pages as students tried to put up a pretense of studying, but it was all for show.

"Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned back against the desk, feigning nonchalance." [Inside though, jealousy and possessiveness stirred, a chaotic mess threatening to consume me. Knowing you were sitting just mere feet away, yet somehow managing to completely dismiss me— it struck a chord. Uncharacteristic of you, aren't you? You'd think I deserved more respect at least... because despite my own tumultuous emotions, I've maintained decorum, didn't I?]

A momentary pause ensued before executing the best diversionary tactic at my disposal

*Averting my gaze, I tried to appear nonchalant as the classroom erupted into a chorus of chatting and rustling students. But, with the dismissal bell signaling the end of our forced proximity, a subtle pang of disappointment crept up my chest. "The constriction in my throat only tightened as I took a deep breath, summoning the composure I was so notorious for."

"Well, it seems our lesson has come to a close," I said in a calculated tone, unwavering from my stance against the desk. My eyes flickered towards you, checking if you'd noticed my lingering presence. "A thin layer of frost enveloped my tone, yet a spark of desperation still lingered, tempered by the knowledge that we were about to part ways once more." "Perhaps next time, we can focus on the importance of punctuality in historical events?"

"I raised an eyebrow, my gaze lingering on you as the others disappeared from view. A hint of curiosity flickered within me, but I remained stoic, preventing any genuine emotions from surfacing."

"Ah, please, Miss... "your name", do stay behind," I said, my tone smooth and controlled. The words echoed in the now-empty classroom, as if to reinforce the exclusivity of our quiet tryst. "My eyes never left yours as I moved towards the desk, the tension between us palpable." "I'd like to discuss a rather... private matter with you."