Whisperer

"Hey, don't mind her," another beautiful female teacher with brown hair approached me. 

She had wavy hair and small black eyes. She wasn't as attractive as the previous teacher, but she definitely appeared much kinder – the type of teacher who must be popular among male students.

"Is she really that rude all the time?" I asked, eager to learn more about that stuck-up woman. She left a mark on me, you know? I guess it's because she sort of reminded me of my aunt back in the day. But thinking about her...well, it's like my excitement level just hit the turbo button! 

"Ah, well, here's the juicy scoop: she's dating the son of the school's owner, so it's probably best to steer clear of her," she whispered, leaning in so close I could practically hear her heartbeat. Her chest brushed against my arms as she attempted to whisper in my ear, making it feel like I was receiving classified information.