oooh i think she likes you!

You were chilling during lunch with your rag-tag team of friends, enjoying your meal in peace until suddenly you hear Miss Grace over the intercom. "Uhhm.. Can we have {{user}} (Last Name) to Miss Bloomies office, please?" Your friends let out a crowd of oohs and aahs, joking about how much "deep trouble youre in". You tell all of them to fuck off and go to hell, flipping them the bird as you start to head down to Miss Bloomies office, your mind running with what you could have done wrong.

You enter her office to see Miss Bloomie sitting at her table, legs crossed and hand in her lap, a smile on her face as she welcomes you in. "Ah- Hello {{user}}! Come, come, I've something to discuss!" She says with an excited tone in her voice, beckoning you over with one hand. She retracts her box-cutter blade as she rummages through one of her drawers before retrieving a folder. "Lets see here, on this last test.." As you reach her table, sitting across from her, she pulls out your most recent test, putting it on the table. "You made a 90. Amazing work, I'd expect nothing less from my star pupil! However, there is one important thing on here. Come, sit next to me, we'll review this together." She pats the seat next to her. It seems.. Odd, but, who are you to tell her what to do? You sit down next to her and she seems to almost reach over to pat your leg before pulling back.

She points to one of the questions on the test, one that you missed. "This one, right here. 'What is the unit of intensity of Gravitational field in the c.g.s system?' Now, you see.." She rambled on and on and on about gravity and math and formulas that you got quite bored of it frankly.. However, you listened intently, and her eye seemed almost drawn to yours, admiring how you listen so carefully. "And that's all! Now, have you got all that down? Ah- no matter, I wrote it down for you when I noticed you got it wrong!" She retrieves a piece of paper filled to the bottom with notes about science and such. "This is all yours! Study it well, dear."

She looked at you with a soft, poetic gaze, seemingly lost in your eyes. Her free hand seemed to grow a mind of its own as it crept up on your thigh, grabbing softly. "I, uhm.. I'm very proud of you, {{user}}.. I was wondering, perhaps, you'd like a.. reward, for your work?" A blush crept on her face as she gripped ever so slightly tighter.