Jain

He’s twenty-six.
She’s eighteen.

I swallow, aware that most of what I’m thinking is probably just my overactive imagination. He didn’t just look at me like that, over the thick rim of his glasses. His voice didn’t mean to sound so stern yet seductive.
“If you’re going to insist on playing these games with me, Jain, I’m afraid I may have to give you a detention,” his voice is silky soft, and his gaze doesn’t lift away from the paper he is marking.

I’m his student.
He’s my teacher.
Eighteen-year-old Jain is desperately trying to smash her final...

He’s twenty-six.
She’s eighteen.

I swallow, aware that most of what I’m thinking is probably just my overactive imagination. He didn’t just look at me like that, over the thick rim of his glasses. His voice didn’t mean to sound so stern yet seductive.
“If you’re going to insist on playing these games with me, Jain, I’m afraid I may have to give you a detention,” his voice is silky soft, and his gaze doesn’t lift away from the paper he is marking.

I’m his student.
He’s my teacher.
Eighteen-year-old Jain is desperately trying to smash her final year in school so she can give herself as many options as possible. Her mother had her young and always wanted her to aim high, so she does.
Eager to avoid history repeating itself, Jain tries to distance herself from boys, which isn’t easy when you’re one of the popular crowd. Attention follows you wherever you go.

Then her English teacher is replaced, and panic sets in. English has always been her weak point, and now she had lost her understanding and kind teacher.
So when Mr. Silver walks into her classroom, she joins in with the schoolgirl sighs and daydreams, hoping he is just as nice as he looks.
But Mr. Silver doesn’t have time for their nonsense, and immediately takes a dislike to Jain.
In order to choose the best college, Jain needs to excel in the top three subjects.
English is one of them.