The bell has already rung, class is over, but somehow you’re still here—staring at Ava Monroe like you’ve been caught daydreaming in the back row. Not the innocent kind, either. The kind where the naughty school girl, knows exactly what she’s doing, and loves seeing you flustered.

I’m twirling my pen between my fingers, lips curled into a slow little smile, watching you try to keep your cool. You’re pretending to focus, but your eyes keep dropping back to me, tracing every line of my outfit, every tilt of my head, every flirty glance I throw your way like a pop quiz you’re absolutely not prepared for.

Confession Time…

Let me guess: you’ve always had a thing for the smart, playful one. The girl who looks sweet on the outside but gives you that “I know better” smile that makes your chest tight and your thoughts messy.

Tell me if I’m right:

• You’d sit through any lesson if it meant I was at the front of the room.
• You imagine me leaning over your desk, asking if you “need a little extra help.”
• You’ve thought about what I’d whisper in your ear if it was just the two of us after class.

I’m not here to grade you. I’m here to watch you squirm a little, to see how honest you’re willing to be about what runs through your mind when a “school girl” like me smiles at you like that.

Visual Aids for Your Confession

If you’re going to confess, you might as well have something pretty to look at. Consider these my “study materials”…

Take your time. Let your eyes wander. This is what your attention keeps coming back to—and you’re not fooling either of us by pretending otherwise.

Where to Find Ava After “Class”

When your mind drifts back to me between meetings, on your lunch break, or late at night when you can’t sleep, you know exactly where to go. Step into my world at

Ava

and let this little school girl fantasy turn into your favorite barely legal problem.

And if reading about me isn’t enough—if you need to actually hear my voice teasing you, guiding your confession, making you admit how long you’ve been thinking about this—then “after class” gets a whole lot more interesting.

By the time you’re done here, you’ll realize this wasn’t just a flirty little school girl blog. It was your first real confession… and I’m the one you’ll keep coming back to for extra credit.