Okay, so this was inspired by two things.
1. ..com/art/Miss-Lindsay-111905827 -This picture I drew of Lindsay as a teacher, but this story is Chris as the teacher.
2. The song "Dont Stand So Close To Me" by the Police.

Chris and Lindsay are one of my favorite pairings, please don't mind the OOC-ness, and if you like the story than like it for what it is becaunse I'm trying.

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Chapter Three:

I was being as irresistible as I could for three weeks straight, and a lot of guys were attracted to me, more than usual at least. I caught almost every guy's attention, accept Chris's. Well, I mean I spent a lot of time with me, tutoring me, but he wasn't showing any interest. Heather was sending off some major crush vibes, but Chris didn't seem interested in her either. Actually, he never really paid attention to Heather, and that really got her mad. She totally accused me for liking Chris to and then yelled something about a rule about not taking her boyfriends. I made up some excuse saying I was doing bad in Math. I couldn't not be doing well in Math, I mean I copied off of Noel!

Chris pulled me aside and told me how bad I was actually doing, and I was really shocked. He said that Noah's answers never matched mine, but that made no sense because I copied off of him all the time!

"Okay, I am so confused."

"He's throwing you off, bra." said Chris, sitting up on his desk casually. "He writes down the wrong answers and then fixes them. Pretty clever."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" I asked. I mean, like was I supposed to do my own work or something?

"Lindsay, we already went over this." sighed Chris, shaking his head. "You do your own work. You're not that bad at math, I mean you get addition, subtraction, multiplication, and simple division, just as it progresses you..tend to lost grip."

"That is soo not my fault." I protested, waving my hands. "Everything is just so confusing. I mean why can't it get simpler like Shop Class. All I have to do there is fit pieces together. There is no way I'm actually going to use this in life."

"You'll be surprised there." he said.

"Um, okay." I replied, biting my lip and standing from my desk. I glided over to him, where he sat on his desk, and smiled a little, having my fingers run up his thigh. "So what are you going to teach me?"

He stiffened at my touch, and then yanked my hand away. "Well maybe I should teach you about personal space." he stammered, throwing my hand back down to my side. "But being the Math Teacher, you need to get caught up with Calculus."

Everything he was saying about the Cowkulas thing was like a foreign mouth to me. He was saying numbers and then moving them in all different places, so fast that my head started hurting. Soon enough though, a little of it was making sense, which made Chris smile at my progress. I smiled back.

But then, my tutor time was done. I went and slipped on my light pink hoodie and then walked to the door, waiting for Chris.

"Do you have a ride home?" he asked me, putting on his leather jacket.

I shook my head and help onto my arm. "Could you give me a ride?"

He started coughing.

"Ohmigosh, Chris! Are you okay?" I started pounding my fists against his back.

"Yeah yeah, dude, don't...don't do that to me."he said, straightening himself out.

What did I do?

Chris's car was small and black, also very shiny, but the inside was a total mess. Like eww, he had food wrappers everywhere and random clothes in his back seat. How could someone so totally hot be so...messy?

He got in the driver's seat, and put the keys in the key hole, which turned the car on. The radio too. He had some CD in, and it was a boy band, but they were soo catchy, I found myself nodding my head around to it.

"Chip, this music is fetch!" I cried, giggling. "Who's it by?"

"That voice there," he said, pointing at the radio as a husky, sexy voice started singing. "That's you're very own Math teacher."

"Mr. Fee? No way!" I yelled, remembering our old Math teacher who was all old and yucky. He was balding and had old skin spots on his head. There was totally no way that that was him.

"You're current Math teacher." he sounded annoyed, but when he said "Me." he smiled wide and proud.

I gasped. "Shut up." I squealed. "That is so cool! You should so sing live for me one time!"

"Hah, no thanks. Not gunna happen. My boy band days are behind me. We were a little younger than you when we formed C Squared, and didn't last too long." he explained.

"Oh, well why not?" I asked, curious. I was in the car with a former singer! Eeee! That was soo awesome!

"Maybe some other time." he chuckled. "But we're at your house."

Which we were. I hadn't even told him my address, but he was a teacher so he probably knew because they were supposed to know everything. I opened the car door and stepped out, then asked to borrow his CD. With a laugh, he gave it to me, free of charge.