Mr. Robertson

"Afternoon guys, my name is Mr. Robertson or Fred if you want to be casual, which is what I want all of us to be. True, this is detention and it sucks, but think of it as a chance to unwind, rest or study. So enjoy 1 hour at Freddy's."

As everybody laughed and loosened up, Jenny kept her gaze on Fred. "Damn, what a sight." She thought. He wasn't chiseled or muscular and not too rugged. Sort of a cross between Brad Pitt and Hugh Grant. This is her moment, "I'm gonna say hi." Jenny promised to herself. When she finished her homework Jenny got up from her desk, but her legs trembled like crazy. The trembling went up to her stomach, turning it in knots. Jenny was inches fom his desk...

Then the bell rang. Feeling nauseous and disappointed, she followed everyone to the bus. Jenny took a seat and leaned her head on the cool surface of the window. "Excuse me, is this seat taken, Miss?" Jenny turned around, looked up and...