**NOTE**: This is a fictional story in which all characters are made-up and over the age of 18.
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Mr. M was our Sociology teacher. Not only was he one of the coolest and fun teachers at our school, he was incredibly gorgeous. He had tan skin, a masculine face, and deep brown eyes. He had a contagious laugh and beautiful smile. He was muscular and manly, but not bodybuilder manly, more of a slim, model kind of manly. Well not slim, muscular. All I know is he was hot. All of the girls in our class fawned and swooned over him, and some of the guys did too! Now I didn't go so far as to fawn or swoon, but I was attracted to him I'll admit.
Being seniors, our schedules were pretty short. Unfortunately I got stuck with lunch in the middle of the day. The lunch room in our school stunk, and I hadn't gone since freshman year. I needed a place to go during lunch. Lucky for me, Mr. M had a break that same period, and he said I could help him out in the social studies office every day. There wasn't really much to do so we ended up just talking and sometimes I would make copies or help him grade multiple choice tests for other classes. All of the other teachers had classes that period, so it was always just he and I in the office.
One day in class, the girls were flirting with Mr. M as usual. They asked how his fiancΓ© was doing. When he told us they broke up, the eyes of every girl in class lit up with hope.