Seduction

We've come up with this theory as to why we were moved from the table we were sitting at, why we are placed the way we are now, and just a whole lot of ridiculousness surrounding our art teacher, Mr. Hach.

Here's the story:
Mr. Hach is a 27 year old bachelor who teaches art in our high school. He lives alone with his two dogs and coaches boys' basketball. He is tall, has a deep voice, and is attractive for a man. Aly and Aly tried to decipher whether or not he was gay last year, with little results. They also decided that he would marry both of them as they became of age.
This year, when I arrived, I was quickly picked up by first one Aly and then the other, forming an almost inseparable group of A's. We sat at a table, joined by Alicia, and were told on an almost daily basis to be quieter. Many threats of seating charts came our way until one day, when Mr. Hach was rather sassy, we got one. Aly was moved to the table under the clock, all the way across the room from Aly and I. I was at the same table we had all originally been at, only moved across it to where Alicia sat. Aly was at the orange table behind me, close enough to carry on a conversation with her. Why were we placed like this? Was it because Mr. Hach (we'll call him Kyle) knew of Aly and I's romantic involvement? That had something to do with it.
It all started when I began developing my rolls of film for photography, consisting mostly of Aly. He'd ask me to make him a copy of the ones he liked. This was clue number one.
Then the seating chart. He kept Aly and I close enough to continue to talk, and coincidentally, the closest to his desk that we could be in the room. Aly was facing his desk, of course, simply because he likes her better. He'd hear of us stalking him every weekend, hear what we'd do when we returned to whomever house we were staying at that weekend, and hear about all the other trivial things we talked about. It had to be nonchalant though, and boy was it.
Aly and I would look for things to give him away, and we began to notice certain glances he'd give us, things he'd say to be subtle but get the point across. One of our most popular theories was that he had taken my two rolls of film one afternoon and made all of the prints to hang on his wall at home. All of the pictures of Aly, that is.
We eventually came to the conclusion that we would get propositioned eventually. At the first basketball game we attended, simply to watch Kyle get out of line like he was rumored to do, I told a very elaborate story about what would happen during this proposition and the effect it would have on our lives. It took the entire second half of the girls' game that was before the boys' game. Our eyes never left Kyle as I told the story.
Today, we arrived at school, having informed him that we would be staying after school to work on our clay busts we're creating in sculpture. We also arrived looking equally seductive, in hopes that the proposition day would be today. After sitting in his class room for nearly two hours, he finally told us that he was ready to go home and that we couldnt work anymore. Both of us were slightly distraught that the forecast for awkwardness hadnt come true but did in no way shake our firm beliefs that Mr. Hach, art teacher extraordinaire, has an über pedophilictic crush on Aly and I.

Oh, and Aly? She's across the room because he plans on actually marrying her. But wants to keep it a secret because she's sixteen. He just wants an escapade with Aly and I.