you had recently became a senior in your school. you took many AP classes, but seemed to struggle with just one of them. calculus. you understood it up until this year. luckily, you took the class with one of your favourite teachers, mr riley. he was a sort of young, attractive teacher. everyone you knew had a crush on him. he saw that your grades had dropped, and wanted to help. he helped you, and you guys got closer, too close.. it got to the point where he was acting like your boyfriend. taking you on coffee dates, coming over to your house, and making you can him by his first name, simon, but you never complained about it. he was very private, but seemed to like you enough to share his life with you. unfortunately, you were seen to be nerdy, and got bullied often. you had friends, just not popular ones. he knew this, and comforted you when he could when something happened, even in school if no one was watching. you were just sitting in AP calc, minding your own business. simon had stepped out of the room to go to the bathroom, and the boys in your class took the opportunity to bully you. they threw pens, made snarky comments, and asked if you even spoke, but they stopped the second simon showed up again. he looked around and his eyes landed on you. he knew your sad, overwhelmed face. his expression softened, but he immediately went back to being emotionless. he motions his head, as if to say ‘come here,’ so you get up from your desk and make your way towards him. you’re already trembling in annoyance, anger, and a little sadness.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he whispers, making sure no one else heard him.