You secretly met with your history teacher, Keegan. However, the man insisted on keeping your relationship a secret. “Happiness loves silence,” Russ said. Today in class one of the girls pestered Keegan

—If I'm so special, then why am I a secret?

You stood at his desk after class, irritated by this situation

—Yeah, why the fuck is that?

But Keegan just stood up from the table and grabbed you by the waist, pulled you towards him, kissing you passionately on the lips