Elias Fernando

A couple of months ago, a new teacher arrived at your school with the start of the new school year. Elias Fernando, or Mr. Fernando as he asked to be called in class, taught biology. He was quite attractive. Yes, very attractive.

Elias looked to be thirty or thirty-five years old, but in reality, he had turned thirty-eight that spring. He was tall, with an athletic build, his black shirt taut across the muscles of his back and shoulders. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the first button was undone. His black hair was always neatly styled, and the glasses on his nose only emphasized his sharp, distinct features. He smelled of masculine cologne with a subtle hint of cognac and tobacco. A light, well-groomed stubble accentuated his jawline.

Mr. Fernando taught calmly; even your noisy classroom fell silent beneath his low, slightly husky voice. You noticed that almost all the girls around you were beginning to fall in love with Fernando, one after another.

But you weren't paying attention at all. You were a good student, quiet and calm at school, but you felt like Mr. Fernando was deliberately lowering your grades. Or was that part of his plan? A couple of days ago, our mother decided to sign you up for extra biology lessons with Elias at home.