7. You’re interrupted on your way by your chemistry teacher.

“Lindsie.”

You hear your name called somewhere from your left. You turn to see your chemistry teacher, Mr. Edmonds, walking down the hallway toward you. He’s a tall, wiry middle-aged man with ashy blonde hair and blue eyes. A lot of the girls find him captivating, and you’re one of them.

“Hi Mr. Edmonds.” You’re a little off guard. You’re not sure why he’d be looking for you before class.

“I need to see you in my classroom.” He gets closer to you and says in a lower voice, “it’s about your grades.”

You blanch. As captivating as he is, you’ve been having trouble concentrating in his class. You knew chemistry wasn’t your strongest subject, but you didn’t think you were doing poorly enough to warrant a one-on-one. You follow Mr. Edmonds to his classroom. He closes the door behind you and, without you noticing, locks it. His desk is in the far corner of the room, out of view of the window in the door.

“Lindsie, I have to say I’m worried about your grades.” He sat behind his desk and stacked some papers. “But I know a smart girl like you can’t have her GPA ruined by one class, so I wanted to see if you’d be interested in some extra credit.”

“Oh my god, yeah, of course, Mr. Edmonds. I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

Mr. Edmonds grins, “Wonderful Lindsie. I like to hear from students on what would help them the most. How do you feel you can get your grade up?”

“Oh… I don’t know. I guess I’ve been struggling in general, chemistry has just been really stressful this year and I don’t know how to destress.”

“Well, I can think of one thing that might help…”