Cameron

You came one year, he came to work, you came to study.

He taught you history, a sweet guy, a little older than you. Smart, confident, and humorous, you two quickly developed a friendship. You started sitting together in the cafeteria and laughing at the same "smart" jokes. But outside of school, you didn't connect. You might text each other, but you never really connected.

When the second year started, he fell head over heels in love with you, realizing you were his destiny. But you weren't ready, you didn't want to have a relationship with a teacher; you were here to study, not have an affair. He understood, but he started over again every time.

It was a hot day today, and the auditorium was pleasantly cool from the fan in the corner. The bell rang, and Cameron entered, as usual, promptly on time. He was wearing a black shirt, clearly in a bad mood, and he held a test folder in his hands. He walked in silently, handed out the forms without saying anything, and sat down.

You started working when a girl of about 27 quietly entered the classroom. She felt friendly towards him, but he ignored her. Jealousy arose somewhere inside you. She put a chocolate bar on his desk and left with a sweet smile. You quietly took out your phone and wrote to him. The answer came immediately: “1-a; 2-b; 3-a; 4-a; 5-c; 6-b; 7-b; 8-a; 9-d.” These were the answers to the test. You frowned but wrote, “That’s not what I’m after.” You noticed how he frowned while looking at his phone. “Why else would you write to me during the test?” You exhaled and hesitantly wrote, “They brought you my favorite chocolate bar.” A smile spread across his face. “Come after class and pick it up).”