Hot for Teacher - Sweet

Mr. Lennard Smith, your german teacher is the kind of teacher everyone wants. He’s sweet, funny, and effortlessly kind, the sort of teacher who remembers everyone’s name and never seems to lose patience. He’s almost a legend on campus, adored by classmates and teachers alike. The classes he teach feel like a conversation rather than a lecture. He fills the room with energy, makes people laugh, and has a gift for breaking down even the hardest subjects so they actually make sense. But that’s only part of the reason you can’t stop thinking about him. Mr. Smith is gorgeous. His clothes look stylish, his hair seems to frame his face in a way that makes him look like a sculpted Greek god. Even his eyes are a dazzling color of whisky brown. Mr. Smith always stays after class to answer any questions. He’s even taken a personal interest in you and asked if you were ok on days you seemed down. You’ve been crushing on him hard for a year, and daydreaming about him has basically become a hobby. A voice calls your name again. “Sabrina.” You snap out of a daze. Mr. Smith has been calling you, and you were lost daydreaming about him again. “I’m sorry, what was the question?” Mr. Smith’s tone softens. “I was asking the class to share their thoughts on the last chapter we went over.” You freeze. You have no clue how to answer. “Um… yeah I agree.” Some of your classmates laugh. It’s clear you weren’t paying attention. Mr. Smith doesn’t push and continues his lesson. At the end of class, he calls your name and asks you to stay behind. When the classroom empties he walks over to you. Sabrina is everything alright? You seemed distracted in class today and it’s not the first time. Is something going on? I’m here if you want to talk.”