"Alright everyone. That concludes our review of Arabian myths. Remember your essays are due next class and we have a test that will take the whole period so don't be late."

"Dr. Abraham don't you think that's a lot of work to do in one night?"

"Miss Judal I gave you the essay assignment last week and you've known the test date since we began this unit. If you waited until the last minute that's your fault. If you have some conflicting schedule problem talk to me after class. You have the next ten minutes to do peer edits of your essays. Remember that I will be grading this essay much harder then the last one."

"Is sensei going to give us extra credit on the test again?"

"Yes Miss Judal, for the fifth time there will be two extra credit questions, five short answers, fifteen multiple choice, ten true/false, and an essay."

Judal smirked at him. "Thank you sensei."

Aladdin sat down and returned his attention to the chat with his publisher. His book was selling well and his publisher wanted to organize an event.

Bad idea to start thinking about his book. He looked over at the raven-haired beauty. She would be the death of him. Whenever she challenged him in class, whenever she leaned just a little too close to him when asking a question he had to shove every inappropriate urge he felt down. She was the only exception he'd ever made to his class. He taught an advanced English class focusing on ancient texts normally only available to seniors, but he had been so impressed by the essay she wrote on her English final the year before he had made an exception and allowed the junior into the class.

He had no idea why she was here though. She didn't seem all that interested in the course and she always went out of her way to make things harder for him. He almost regretted letting her into the class. But then he saw her smile at some stupid thing Sinbad said when he came in to check on Aladdin's class or something that Kouha whispered in her ear and he remembered why he didn't kick her out. He was hopelessly entranced by her.

It didn't help that Sinbad had forced him to direct the first play of the year. That was definitely the last time he was ever going drinking with his boss. Actually, he had said that the last time when Sinbad had roped him into teaching at the school after he lost a drinking game. Yeah, this was definitely the last time. He needed to stop falling for Sinbad's charisma and get back to his original plans. He had never planned to be a teacher, though he didn't exactly dislike it. He just wanted to focus on his writing. His last book had taken twice as long as it should have to write because of all the grading he had to do.

Besides, every day he stayed at the school made it harder and harder for him to resist doing something to Judal. She was too attractive for a high school girl he wasn't allowed to do anything with.

He snapped out of his train of thought and looked up when the bell rang. "Don't forget that I want a hard copy of the essay. I will take off ten percent if I get it through email."

He watched as the classroom emptied. He sent the message he had composed to his publisher then looked up again to find Judal leaning across his desk.

"Sensei I think you should give me an extension on the essay considering how much time we have spent rehearsing last week."

"You had the entire weekend. If it was a problem you should have talked to me before today."

"But Sensei! How could you do this to me?"

"Judal I am not going to fall for any of the acting. I've seen what you can do and I'm not falling for anything else."

"You haven't seen everything I can do." She tilted her head and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "Why don't we have some fun Dr. Abraham." She stepped around to be on his side of the desk.

She definitely shouldn't say his name like that. He definitely shouldn't have shivers running down his spine from it either, but he did and that was a problem. He couldn't keep himself in check if she kept doing these things to him. The way she was leaning forward showed just enough cleavage to be against school dress code.

He was so focused on not doing something to her he didn't realize what she was doing until their lips met. Without meaning to his hands were on her, one in her hair and one on her back pulling her closer. He was going to hell. Her tongue was in his mouth and he was definitely going to hell. It was a good thing that everyone would be headed to see the football game, so this would be one of the few days students and teachers wouldn't be coming in to talk to him.

Judal pulled back slightly and leaned her forehead against his. "Such a perverted Sensei I have."

"Technically you kissed me."

"Don't dwell on the details. Am I off the hook for the essay now?"

"I don't do bribery in any form."

"Good thing I already finished writing it then huh?"

"You gave me all that grief over a paper you already wrote?"

"I'm an attention whore. I admit it. There are a lot worse things. Besides, with how many women around here that are after you I have to do something memorable. So tell me Aladdin, what are you going to do now?"

"This is inappropriate on so many levels. I could get fired. Or arrested. Or both. I'm older then you."

"So quit. That gets rid of one problem. And I live alone, so no one would ever know."

Aladdin raises an eyebrow at that. Definitely have a first-class ticket to hell. He'll probably be welcomed by Satan himself. But he was pretty sure it would be worth it. "You sure about this?"

"I didn't spend weeks last year perfecting my essay and my request letter to take this class because I'm so excited about the class I couldn't wait until senior year. And why exactly do you think Sinbad asked you to direct the play? The idiot owed me a favor, but its not like he could just ask you to date me so that was the next best thing."

"Wait a minute, you told my boss about this?"

"Yeah, considering how he broke up with me he owed me a favor. Did I mention I hate snakes?"

"Are you talking about Jafar?"

"Yeah, him. I'm still bitter about that."

"So you're telling me that you dated my boss, and then you used him to help you get to me?"

"Yes. You have a problem with that?"

"No, just making sure that if you decide to call the cops or something I'm not the only one who goes down. After all I would never have met you if it weren't for Sinbad."

"That sounded like an insult."

"Only if you end up getting me arrested. Otherwise it's a complement."

Judal pressed her lips to his again before grabbing her bag and walking towards the door. "I left my address on my essay. When you finish grading my paper and adding the A to the gradebook come over."

Aladdin was going to hell, and he found himself not caring anymore.