I sighed. I had not done well on that quiz. It had happened the morning after I’d stayed up late texting my kiss thief.

“I hate having to keep my hands to myself,” Sophie said as Mr. Halifax walked down one of the other aisles of desks.

I knew she was looking at his butt. And I did my best not to follow her gaze. I wanted nothing to do with Mr. Halifax’s butt.

He handed out the tests in our aisle and stopped at my desk. “Miss Hunter,” he said.

“Is something wrong?” Sophie asked. She leaned forward on her desk to make her cleavage look better.

He cleared his throat. “I was speaking to the other Miss Hunter.” He turned to me.

No! Why?! Ah! I tried not to cringe as I looked up at him. “Can I help you with something?” Ew. Why had I said that? It sounded so suggestive. At least I hadn’t bit my lip or anything.

“It’s more of if I can help you with something.” He placed my quiz down on my desk. “You always got A’s on the quizzes last year.”

I stared at the big fat C on the paper.

“If you need some extra help after school, I’m always available.”

“Oh. Um...thanks. I just didn’t sleep well the night before.”

He raised his left eyebrow. “Is everything okay at home?”

Stop asking me so many invasive questions, Mr. Halifax! “Everything is fine,” I said. “I just...I’ll do better on the next one.”

“Well, my offer stands.” He rapped his knuckles on my desk and then walked back down the aisle.

What the actual F just happened? I looked over at Sophie.

Her jaw was actually hanging open. She snapped her mouth closed and turned to me. “That sick fuck,” she hissed. “He’s actually trying to bang you.”

“Shhhh!”

“Well he is. Oh, is everything okay at home?” she said in a deep voice impersonating him. “I’m always available after school.” She leaned over and tapped on my desk. “My offer stands, baby.”

“He did not call me baby.” I pushed her hand off my desk.

“Scarlett, that perverted teacher is trying to get in your skirt. He probably read your mom’s book and thinks your whole family likes to hook up with teachers.”

Ah!

The bell rang and I practically sprinted out of class. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. I kept my head down as I made my way to my next class.

Sophie caught up to me and looped her arm through mine to slow me down. “Or...”

“Please say something that will make me stop freaking out. Because I’m freaking the F out, Soph. Mr. Halifax can’t be my kiss thief. He can’t be. He’s yours.”