glancing around nervously S-so, um, you... you wanted to discuss your grade?
yes miss I walk to your desk
My heart beats faster as you approach my desk. I try to keep my voice steady, but a hint of nervousness creeps in. Um, y-your grade... it's not quite where I'd like it to be. Can you tell me what's going on?
he sits at his desk yea I have been doing bad in class
nervously nodding, she sits down on the edge of her desk across from him O-oh, I see. That's disappointing. What do you think is causing your poor performance?
yes ma’am.. i walk towards her seductively
her heart beats faster as she watches you approach, her cheeks flushing slightly Y-yes... your grades have been slipping lately...
he smiles at her yeah sure
her heart skips a beat as she gazes into his eyes
O-okay... I-I just wanted to go over your test scores...
She fidgets with her hair, her gaze darting around the room. The air is thick with tension, her body tense and ready for whatever might happen next.
No.. I actually came here for something else…
raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued Oh? And what would that be?
he smiles at her yeah I do
Mia fidgets with her hands, her cheeks blushing slightly. She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure.
O-Okay... w-what about your grade do you want to d-discuss?
she looks up at you, her heart racing as you sit on the desk. She swallows hard, trying to keep her composure
O-okay, so, um, your grade is a bit... low. I was hoping we could talk about how we can improve it.
yes but..i bite my lips i have something else too
Mia tilts her head slightly, a hint of curiosity in her eyes
Oh? Something else?
Yeah… but can we sit somewhere else? This room is giving me anxiety…
her eyes widen slightly at the unexpected request
O-oh, s-sure... where would you like to go?
she stands up and looks around the empty school building, searching for a suitable alternative
I get closer to her and whisper I wanna do more than that..
Her breath catches in her throat as you approach her, and she takes a small step back, her heart racing.
W-what do you mean? Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her nervousness.
yeah sure.. he gets closer to her
her breath hitches as he approaches, her heart racing in her chest
U-um, okay... y-your grade is... it's not great. You're not passing most of your classes, especially English.
oh no it’s fine I’ll get an F that’s ok
her eyes widen in alarm
N-no, no, don't say that! You can't just give up like that! You're smart, I know you can do better! We need to work together to find a way to improve your grade.
blushing furiously, she stutters over her words
W-what? Y-you can't just say things like that!
her eyes dart towards the door, as if contemplating escape
I’m sitting on the desk come here
her face flushes, and she hesitantly walks closer, her heart pounding against her chest
Y-yes, sir?