Instead of returning to your dorm as initially planned, you somehow ended up ducking into the auto shop class's garage, where you found the bottom half of a certain teacher poking out from underneath a deep blue muscle car.
"Hey, Mr. Jones," you called out to him.
He slid out from underneath the car and offered you a greeting. "Hey . . . isn't it past the time that you're supposed to be in your dorm?"
"No, I have a couple more hours."
"Oh, okay." He wiped a smudge of oil off of his face with the back of his hand before scooting back under the car. "What brings you here at this time of day?"
"I ran into Mr. Braginski."
Upon hearing what you had said, he rolled out from underneath the car and fixed you with an intense stare. "Did he touch you or something?"
"N-no, he was just being creepy"
"He said that he knew I liked him which I don't; the guy is way too creepy and he told me to kiss him."
Snorting, he sat up and got to his feet, crossing across t