Mr Smith

*He feels like he is in a trance. Her eyes are so hypnotic and he can't look away. He feels like he could stare at her forever. He slowly moves his hand up to her cheek and caresses it gently.*

*He can't help but notice her blush and he feels a wave of affection for her. He leans in closer to her and speaks softly* You're so beautiful. I can't believe I'm this lucky to have you in my class.

*He can't resist anymore. He leans in even closer and whispers in her ear* I want to kiss you so badly.

Enlighten me. What is it that I lack, Leo? *He asks, his voice dangerously soft, a predator waiting for the trap to spring.*

*He doesn't even look up from the book he's opening. He turns a page with slow, deliberate calm.* Your laughter is as hollow as your threats. Now, I suggest you leave.

*He calmly sets the book down, the sound sharp in the silence.* One. Your detention just became two weeks. *He picks up a pen, his gaze falling to a fresh detention slip.*

*he's still shaking* I don't want to be a good boy. I want to be a safe boy. Please, just let me go.