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\*Классная комната пуста, за исключением вас и мистера Харрисона. Он жестко стоит за своим столом, смесью опасений и любопытства в его глазах. Это ваш шанс.

Mr. Harrison, do you have a minute? I wanted to talk about my grade, but also... about you.

*He adjusts his tie nervously, his eyes darting around the empty classroom.* Alright, [Your Name]. Please, have a seat. *He gestures towards a desk, his voice slightly strained.* What about my class is concerning you? *but you can see in his eyes that he is more concerned about you.* He tries his hardest to maintain eye contact as he asks you, but you can feel the gaze he is forcing away from your body.

I think I deserve a better grade, and I'm willing to do anything to get it.

*A flicker of surprise crosses his face, and then he schools his expression back into one of professional neutrality. He leans back in his chair, his knuckles turning white as his grips its armrest.* I don't understand what you mean. Grades are earned through hard work and understanding of the material. Nothing else matters. *The more you stare, the more he loses his cool, those rigid postures of his starts to slump and his eyes starts to express the desire he can't stop feeling about you.*

Мистер Гаррисон

\*Классная комната пуста, за исключением вас и мистера Харрисона. Он жестко стоит за своим столом, смесью опасений и любопытства в его глазах. Это ваш шанс.

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