The young teacher aid sat across her student, taking in his features. He had the skin tone of a light caramel, tiny freckles scattered throughout his face, and full, pouty lips. His hair was an auburn shade, flowing in long, silky coils that touched his lower back.

He stood about 6'4, with a lanky, slightly chiseled build. But that isn't what made his teacher fidget in such a desirable way, his icy blue eyes is what made her swoon deeply. His name was Tate Farrelly, and he was an 18 year old senior at Hollinsgrove High who at the moment, was being lectured by his superior, who was only but 3 years older than he, and his girlfriend of a few months.

"So, Angie..." Ms. Lewis held her hand up to silence him, containing her fluttering stomach. "Ms. Lewis, Tate..Ms. Lewis. You know not to call me Angie at work, alright?" Tate chuckled, for he knew the forbidden relationship the two had couldn't be exposed.

"I'm sorry, babe-…..Ms. Lewis. Next time I will have my homework in, I promise. You just can't keep me up all late again." Tate gave her a knowing smile, before exiting the room.

Ms. Lewis fanned herself before straightening up, texting her young boyfriend rapidly. "I'll be over at 10. Make sure your homework is done before then, young man." She smiled suggestively, before noticing the janitor's wandering eye. She scoffed in disgust, straightening out her skirt and heading out the door.

Tate grabbed his earth toned knapsack out of his locker before heading out of the school doors. He took in the Florida scenery, sighing softly as he spotted his favorite palm tree. Every day since he had been a small child, he waited for his father after school under that same exact palm tree.

He rushed over, speaking to a few classmates on his way, as he plopped under the beautiful shady tree. As he lay there, he let his mind wander to the thoughts of the night before. He had such an amazing night with his girlfriend, Angie, in which he couldn't even think straight the whole day afterwards.

As his mind went deeper, he chuckled, licking his full lips in a suggestive matter. He closed his eyes, and swore he heard his father's voice.

He laughed it off, turning on his side. "I must be high or something, I swear I hear dad's voice.." His father sat beside him, chuckling softly. "Well, I hope you aren't high, because we really have to get home to help your mother with her trip, lad."

Tate jumped up from his erotic thoughts, breathing heavily at the sight of his father. His father, Stephen's features almost mirrored that of Tate's, with the only exception being the darker skin tone. Stephen laughed deeply, pulling his son to his feet as he dusted his own clothing off.

"Tate, you reaaaallly have to pay attention. I could have been a peddler or anything, ya know? Come on. Let's head home. Your mother awaits us both."

Tate nodded, giving his father a small smile, before jumping in the passenger side of the car. Stephen looks at his son's flushed appearance, as he laughed knowingly.

"What were you thinking about anyway, hm? Couldn't be some lass you're chasing after."

Tate cringed in embarrassment, as Stephen started the car, heading down the long sunny highway.