8 - Music Class

                                    

                                          
Your head bobbed from left to right, looking for someone who's also done with the test. You always do this in exams, so you wouldn't feel embarassed when you submitted the paper. 
                          
The exam was neither easy nor difficult, for you. Whilst looking around, your eyes darted on your teacher, Mr. Stump. You wondered if it was just you that's getting attracted to him. 
                          
You watch him as he checks the booklets of the other class he's teaching. 
                          
Out of the blue, your daydreamer side started to give you pictures of how it feels like to be with him. 
                          
You felt your cheeks heaten as you unconsciously turned your booklet to the back. Right there, you wrote in your tiny and lazy cursives: 'Please take me with you, Mr. Stump.'

You looked at it again, making sure you were the only one to read it. You were about to erase it when you realized you've written it with your sign pen instead of the one that can be erased with friction. 
                          
"Shoot." You hiss. Your voice was really audible to everyone. 
                          
"Is there something wrong, Miss Y/N?" Your beloved Mr. Stump asked. 
                          
"I just switched my answer with the first number." You lied. 
                          
"Just indicate arrows on it," he says and you smiled innocently at him. 
                          
Resuming on his work, you secretly sighed in relief as you carefully turn your booklet to the front. 
                          
After the time given to you was over, the booklets were collected and you were hoping that he wouldn't turn to the last page and see your message for him. 
                          
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The very next day, your teacher looked normal. It's not he's mad or something, but his usual self. You sighed in relief as the test booklets were now being returned. 
                          
Your score had no deductions on it, meaning he wasn't able to see the note you've written. 
                          
It seemed like you've gotten away with your stunt. You hoped he wasn't looking for the arrows you've said. 
                          
On the middle of stuffing your things in your locker, you checked the back portion of the test booklet. 
                          
You thought you've just gotten away, but you didn't. Caught in the act. 
                          
He has circled the note you've written lazily and replied: 
                          
'I was wondering if the arrows you're referring to, are the ones that Cupid has shot you ;)' 
                          
And there's another one: 
                          
'Baby, if you'll be able to have a B and above, I'll bring you to my condo and fulfil every dreams of yours ;)   --P. Stump' 
                          
You blushed, pressing the booklet on your face. You didn't mean to write the note. 
                          
But anyways, you've gotten another inspiration.