Confused...

Richard looked at the pig tailed girl in utter confusion, "What was with that? It is totally inappropriate. I'd like you to stop touching me."

Amber's nose flared and hurt filled her eyes, "What...Am I that ugly?"

"Attractiveness has nothing to do with it. It is not right for a student to be touching the teacher in such a manner."

"You think I'm ugly."

Richard wasn't sure if she was serious or a really good actress, but either way he wasn't backing down on this. He was right, and her really wanted this job to last. He also didn't want to lose his teaching license. "Look, according to your grades you are one of Ms..."

"Please tell me I'm not ugly...please." Amber said quietly, a tear breaking free and streaking down the girls face.

"What? Why would I think you are ugly? I'm just saying that it isn't right for you to be touching. In any other situation I think I'd be all over you." Richard said, tears were his weak point, and it wasn't until after he said it that he realized what he said.

"Are...are you asking me out?" Amber said, her eyes wide.

"Uhh..no I didn't say that I..."

"I am too ugly for you." Amber wailed. She turned to leave, but Richard stopped her, and pulled her into a hug. He didn't see her smile for a second.

'Alright' Amber thought, 'I got to touch his ass and I got him to hug me. This will really get me ahead of the...mmm...his cologne smells great."

"I shouldn't be doing this...I'll take you out to get a malted or something after school, okay?"

Amber didn't hear him right away as she was still caught up in his scent, 'Oh, man I definitely have to get first place now! Oh, he's making me so wet. Wait...did he just agree to a date?' "What was that Mr. Stamp?"

"I don't want to see you crying, I can treat you to a malted after school, how about that?"

Amber rose her head up, "You want a malted? Your treat? Are you trying to make me fat?" she asked, her crystal blue eyes full of mirth.

Mr. Stamp laughed, "One malted isn't going to make you fat, Amber. Seriously."

"You don't know my families genes, Mr. Stamp, sir." Amber said with a pout, "How about a salad from the health food place down the street?"

"Fine, on the conditiont hat you stop crying, and stop chewing gum in my class, okay?"

"Okay, sir. No problem."