<strong>Isabella, period3-algebra II (tagged :Greg)</strong><br/>"Good, I don't understand how to solve this equation. Do you think you could help?" She asked him in a hushed tone, she was taking about school work. But this teacher looked like he was a dick, and she didn't want to risk any trouble. She leaned forward as she whispered to Greg, if he turned around he'd end up seeing quite a bit of cleavage. Though it was unintentional, she was just trying to get help from him on her math work. She wasn't trying to flirt with him on purpose. She could see though throughout the lesson that he had been looking at her. She wasn't sure if its because he thought she was a freak or there was something wrong. She was kind of used to stares though. She was curvy and her skin was smooth, her hair was an unusual color and if her jacket was off she was fairly busty. She knew a couple other guys and girls in class would turn to look at her too. But she didn't think it was because of her looks. She was afraid an illusion had started, she glanced around but saw nothing. She even used a compact to make sure it wasn't on her, still nothing. Why was Greg staring at her? "So can you help me?" She asked waiting for his reply.