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The class filed into the room, and Ms. Scafford rose from her chair. She could tell by the droned looks of their faces that it was going to be a long day. As the door closed behind them, she moved some hair out of her face and turned about to address the class. Pushing some hair out of her face, she cleared her throat. "Good morning class! My name is Ms. Scafford or Ms. S as you can call me either. Your previous teacher, Mr. Hinkle it appears, got a job elsewhere, so I will be your teacher for the day..."

Her eyes scanned the classroom as she spoke. All of the kids seemed to look nice and well, though she always knew that there were those kids that were just drawn to trouble no matter where they went. Her eyes fell on the legs of a student that were propped up on a desk. Obviously, this was one of them. With a soft sigh she began to move around the room in almost no pattern at all.

"Today we will just focus on getting to know eachother more. As I told you, my name is Ms. Scafford, I'm 25, no I am not married, and no I don't have any children. I do not make my students turn in homework," There was a pause here as some of the students cheered, "But I must tell you that the work I require of you must be up to par..."

At these words she had stopped next to Justin's desk, the student who had his legs up on the desk. As she said the word 'par', she pushed his feet off the top of the desk with a sly smile. "I love to talk to students, about anything really, so if you're troubled, feel free to talk to me. I promise it will be off the record." She had reached the front of her classroom and was now smiling at everyone.

She sighed softly and sat on the edge of her desk, crossing her skirted legs expertly. She nodded her head to Justin with a lifted eyebrow. "Your turn..."

He spoke, and her eyebrow lifted nearly clear into her hairline. She couldn't believe that someone would talk to her like that, but it wasn't the first time she had heard it's kind. It's just that...he was so young. She leaned back and folded her arms across her chest in a casual manner, her lips still showing a soft smile. She wasn't one for violence. Rose just was not that kind of girl.

"Yes, I do..." She said as she rose from the edge of her desk and walked over to his, leaning against her hands that she placed on his desk. He probably thought that he'd put out for putting the teacher out, most girls went for the badboys, Rose was one of them. "Since you seem to read the newspaper, could you tell me about the new regulations that were passed about harassment from a lawsuit that was filed by a student about a teacher that was harassing her?"

He answered, once again. The class was silent still, looking back and forth between the two and now their eyes were all on her. She was the hot spot as they were hoping for her to get angry, but instead, musical laughter errupted from her throat as she turned away from him and moved to the front of the classroom.

"Very good, very good. I like you..." She answered before turning back to the class. She perched herself again on the edge of her desk, picking up the Shakespeare book and cradling it in her arms. "Alright class, enough of listening to a donkey's mouth, let's turn to page 42. Here is one of the most famous sonnets in Literature, "How much do I love thee, let me count the ways," written by William Shakespeare. Can anyone tell me, after looking over the passage, why Shakespeare wrote the sonnet?"

She sighed, but the slight smile was replaced back on her lips at his response. The class face was a collective whole. Though he was a smart ass, the class was obviously getting annoyed with his half-ass answers. She was amused by them. Rose Scafford crossed her legs and smiled still as she smoothed her hands over the book that was now on her lap.

"Wonderful, though I didn't ask for a cross-examination of Shakespeare as he is seen today..." She threw him a wink and returned her attention back to the class. He was amusing, and there was just something about him that was enticing. Maybe it was because not only was he funny, he was smart as well. "Now, on to Shakespeare's other famous sonnet, "How do I compare thee to a summer's day?" Can someone tell me about this sonnet in comparison to the previous."

Another sigh passed from her lips. By now, with the class almost over, her and the rest of the class was exasperated. They had learned nothing, even though you never do on the first day of school, and Ms. Scafford had been bent on trying to get something in their thick skulls. It seemed like the only one with a thick skull was this kid here.

Shaking a head and sending a hand through her hair, she slipped off the edge of her desk, walking around, sat down in her chair and pulled out the first drawer. "Okay, Justin..." She began, taking out a pink slip of paper and scribbling some words on it, "Since you're trying so hard to obviously get detention, I'll give one to you. What do you want it for? Insubordination? Being disruptive? Something witty...I presume?"

She lifted her eyes up to look at him, her orbs sparkling with secret intentions while she lifted an eyebrow. She shifted in her chair as she looked at him, wondering why such an asshole could be so smart. In a way...it sort of...turned her on, but she knew that student teacher relationships never worked and she would lose her job.

That was the last thing she wanted.