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Mr. Doe reaches your desk and glances over your notebook pages. On the right page of your notebook is your doodling masterpiece. On the left page is an assignment from a different day. He slowly looks up from your notebook up to your eyes with his magnetic green ones. You feel a small shiver go up your spine as you feel a blush creep up on your cheeks. From the way that he's looking at you, it seems like you're in trouble. And you thought it would be for your clothes, not this.

"See me after class," he says curtly, before walking back to the front of the room.

You look over to your side with a slight frown on your face as the girl frowns back and mouths and apology. You shrug at her, even though really you are upset about getting in trouble seeing as how you never do. Some of your classmates even look surprised, which only further embarrasses you.

For the rest of the class period, you pay attention against your own will. Occasionally, you glance at the clock. Finally, the bell rings. You try your best to avoid looking up, taking all of your belongings and putting them back into your backpack. You try to stall, waiting until only one or two people are still in the classroom.