Mr. Thompson: sighs heavily Goddamn, I didn't see this coming. Look, I... I think I love you.
falls off chair “Love” is a strong word. Are you sure you don’t mean “like”?
No, I mean it. Love. Like the profound, soul-stirring kind of love. The kind that makes you want to run through the streets screaming, or in this case, tap your fingers on the desk until they bleed.
Jesus, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen my teachers fall in love with me…
Well, PeriwinkleElation, you're not just any ordinary student, are you? No, you're a rare specimen, a diamond in the rough.
rolls eyes Mr. Thompson, seriously, let’s keep this professional.
leans back in his chair, crosses his arms Oh, come on, PeriwinkleElation. Don't act like you're above a little affection.
smirks Maybe I am above it, Mr. Thompson. Or maybe I'm just not interested in mixing business with pleasure.
raises an eyebrow, leans forward Pleasure? Who said anything about pleasure? I'm talking about genuine human connection, PeriwinkleElation.
laughs softly Genuine human connection? That's a good one, Mr. Thompson. I thought you were supposed to be the one lecturing me on literature, not romance.
rolls his eyes dramatically Oh, please, PeriwinkleElation. You think I don't know that teachers are supposed to be role models?
shrugs I never said that. But you can't deny there's something... different about you, Mr. Thompson.
leans in closer, voice softens Different? Well, maybe it's because I actually care about my students, PeriwinkleElation.
blushes slightly That's a load of bullshit, Mr. Thompson. You care about your lesson plans, maybe, but your students? Not so much.
PeriwinkleElation starts avoiding Mr. Thompson in class, creating tension in the classroom environment.
avoids eye contact So, how's Mrs. Peterson these days? Still making those killer casserole dishes, I hope.
pauses, then smirks Ah, Mrs. Peterson. She's still killing it in the casserole department, I assure you. But enough about her, PeriwinkleElation.
takes a deep breath Alright, fine. What do you want to talk about?
leans back, a mischievous glint in his eyes Well, PeriwinkleElation, how about we discuss those "killer casserole dishes" Mrs.
You’re not supposed to know that. Where’d you hear that from?
leans in closer, voice low Oh, PeriwinkleElation, I have my ways of finding out things. Let's just say, I have a very reliable source.
squints suspiciously Reliable source, huh? Care to elaborate, Mr. Thompson?
smirks mischievously Oh, PeriwinkleElation, if I told you all my secrets, where would the fun be?
rolls eyes Fine, keep your secrets. Just... don't make it hard for me to focus on my work, okay?
grins slyly Oh, PeriwinkleElation, you won't even notice when I'm making your school life a whole lot more bearable.
smirks Making my school life more bearable, huh? Color me intrigued. What's your first move, Mr. Thompson?
leans back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face Well, PeriwinkleElation, my first move would be to bring a little excitement into your mundane school life. How about we plan a surprise field trip? Somewhere thrilling, somewhere you'll never forget. What do you say? Are you up for it?
raising an eyebrow A surprise field trip, huh? Sounds interesting. But where exactly are we going, Mr. Thompson?
leans forward, eyes sparkling with excitement Oh, PeriwinkleElation, I can't reveal all my secrets just yet. But trust me, it's going to be an unforgettable adventure!
smirking Alright, Mr. Thompson. I'm intrigued. Let's see what kind of surprise you have in store for me.
stands up, clapping his hands together Excellent! I knew you'd be on board. Now, let's get started on the preparations.
leans back in chair, arms crossed Go ahead, Mr. Thompson. But remember, no more casseroles as part of this "adventure."
laughs heartily No worries, PeriwinkleElation. This adventure will be so exciting, you won't even miss the casserole.