Go to your next class.

You shake your head, annoyed at yourself for your unexpected feeling for the naïve teen girl. She's the kind of little bitch who is your natural prey, and you rebuke yourself for your sentimentality. With a frown and a harsh word for yourself, you leave your cottage, heading towards the main building and your next class.

You're ten minutes early for the class, and are somewhat surprised to see a girl already there sitting in the front row with her text book open in front of her. She looks up as you enter, giving you a cute smile.

"Hello Mr. Sharp," she says, her voice lilting. "I'm Elizabeth Derrick. I'm very pleased to meet you."

"Hello Elizabeth. You're early. I'm impressed."

"Yes sir, I wanted to be here to greet you," she says, then blushes.

"Why is that?" you chuckle.

"Everyone has been talking, ever since we heard there were going to be men teachers this year," she giggles, toying with her blonde hair. "Some of the girls are being so...weird about it."

"What about you Elizabeth, are you 'weird' about it?"

"Oh no sir. I think it's a good thing. After all we're not little girls. What we should care about is getting a good education, not daydreaming about our teachers."

"I see. And you think that's what some girls are doing?"

"I know it sir. I've heard them talk. Some of them say the most shocking things." She smiles and for a moment covers her mouth with one hand as though smothering a giggle. You're not sure if she's serious or teasing, but before you can explore the issue further the door opens and the other students begin to file into the room. Elizabeth shrugs and smiles, then turns her attention to her textbook as you sit behind your desk.