This exam had to be a joke. I took a casual glance around the classroom to see my other classmates sweating it out over our final high school biology exam. I chuckled to myself as I thought about the last four years of girls throwing themselves at Mr. Christoph like cats in heat, while he remained oblivious to all of it. Christoph, as I admired his strategies for teaching difficult concepts and creating such an easygoing classroom environment. Christoph also taking a particular interest in me. The piercing eye contact during lectures, the extra long lingers at my desk, the way he got just a little too close when pointing out something on my essay. By the time I was about ready to graduate it was obvious the tension and desire between us was at an all time high. I held onto my already finished exam just a little longer so I had time to examine my examiner.
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Fitzpatrick taught us were part of every gothic horror novel. I was a senior then, about to graduate. Glued to my seat even in the late, late spring when my classmates were terminally zoned out, focused on graduation, the summer ahead of them, college. But I still had unfinished business here, and today he was wearing a black tie over a light blue button-up and jeans that were just snug enough to drive my imagination wild. When he perched on the edge of his desk reading from The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde , I let my eyes wander up and down his body, imaging a new use for each part. He was the new cute teacher this year, the one the girls whispered about between classes. Fitzpatrick is looking good today. But his charm was undeniable, who else could make the classics so sexy?