I pulled the glass coffee table over to the couch, and set my bag on the floor, sitting down tiredly. The feeling in my hand went away… but not completely. I still felt something... I didn't know what, though. Mr. Hall sat next to me, taking out a pen. "Don't you need a calculator?" I asked, irritatedly getting my homework out. "Mathematical genius, remember? I'll be your calculator." he smiled. I smirked, and ripped a page from my notebook, and began to write, but he stopped me. "You've already made a mistake." "What? What did I do?!" "You didn't rewrite the question." "And...?" I arched an eyebrow. "If you make a mistake, you won't know the main problem." I sighed, and erased the work, writing the problem in its place. "Satisfied now?" I huffed. "I'm never satisfied." he answered, smirking. I almost ran out of the room. Why did he have to be so… agh! I couldn't describe it. Mr. Hall just put me on edge. Nobody's done that before... how he got under my skin like that was beyond me. I was so busy contemplating escape, I didn't realise the growing heat at my face. Mr. Hall arched an eyebrow, and I shot him a look. "What?" "You're blushing…" he said surprisedly. "I-I-Im not! No I'm not!" "Yes you are. Your face is rosy… maybe a crimson." "Does the shade of my blush matter?!" I snapped. "So you are blushing!" he snickered. I opened my mouth to respond, and no words formed. He knew I was lying. His expression showed he knew, too. I looked away, and sharpened my pencil until it broke. "Persephone, why can't you concentrate in my class?" he asked amusedly. "Wipe that smirk off your face before I do." I growled, ignoring the question. "And how would you manage that?" he arched an eyebrow. I was speechless again, and I turned away. "Fine… I can't concentrate because…" I trailed off. "What is it?" "… it's you! You're so distracting!" "Me?" he laughed. "I suppose if you wanted the problem solved, you'd have to transfer out of my class"- "No!" I interrupted, and widened my eyes. That only made him smirk even more. "Hmm. So you want me around?" he asked, holding back laughter. "…I… oh shut up!" I sniffed, turning to my watch. It was 5 o'clock already. I'd been home for over two hours, and I didn't finish my homework, let alone try to fix my disgrace of a test. Would I ever get anything done with him around? I was starting to believe I wasn't. "Look at the time! Gee, I'd like you to stay, but"- "But what?" he asked, grinning. "But, you have to go..." I stood up, and pranced over to the door, jittery. He made me so nervous… I couldn't stand it. Mr. Hall walked over to the door. "Ah, see you tomorrow Mr. Hall." I mumbled. "Cut the formalities, Persephone. Just call me Ian." he smiled. "O-okay…" We both reached for the doorknob at the same time, and his hand covered mine. The feeling from before struck my hand again, and I immediately blushed. There was a moment of silence, the only noise I heard was my pounding heartbeat. I turned the knob, and he pulled his hand away. "Persephone." he nodded at me, before leaving. I closed the door, and leaned against it, sliding to the floor. "Ian..." --------------------------------------------------- This was for you, Katie! Like I promised!