I slowly snuck a peek at him. He was kind of doing anything he could to not look over here. I’d always thought he acted that way because Soph made him uncomfortable. But maybe he was trying not to look at me. Since he just liked making out with me in dark closets. I groaned and faceplanted my book.

“Mr. Hunter is just so hot,” some girl said a few seats ahead of me.

I groaned again.

“Ignore the trolls drooling over your father,” Sophie said and patted my back.

I turned my head to look at her. “He’s going to follow me to college once he finds out about our secret lair that I didn’t ask for.”

“First of all...it’s your secret lair.”

“Don’t call it that.”

She laughed. “I’m joking. Of course it’s ours. And second of all, my dad promised he wouldn’t tell your dad. No one is going to find out. You might want to consider moving your bedroom to that guest room though. That way you don’t have to tiptoe through the house whenever you sneak out.”

“I’m not going to be using it obsessively,” I said.

“If you say so.”

“I do.” And I didn’t want to talk about this anymore. Because I had much more pressing matters to discuss. “Do you think Jacob is going to ask me to officially be his girlfriend? Now that I have his varsity jacket?” Uncle Rob and Mr. Tanner thought so. But it was probably best to ask someone my own age.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class.

“Oh, definitely,” Sophie said.

I smiled. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely. He’ll probably do it at dinner tonight...”

“Miss Hunter and Miss Hunter,” Mr. Halifax said. “Are you planning on talking during my whole class?”

I cringed.

“Sorry, sir,” Sophie said and bit her lip.

Mr. Halifax cleared his throat and turned to the board.

I was glad that Sophie had a short term memory about seeing Mr. Halifax put on the mascot head. But I hadn’t forgotten so easily. She’d said that any teacher who made out with students was disgusting. So...what was she doing right now trying so hard to hook up with him?

I stared at Mr. Halifax as he started writing on the board. He was definitely the right height. And the right build. And he was certainly old enough to be such a good kisser.

I did my best to pay attention to his words as he explained the problem on the board. But it was hard when you were worried you’d made out with your teacher. And weird. And very uncomfortable. How did my parents ever survive this hell?

“And before class ends, I have your grades from our first pop quiz last week.”