Ryan was a troubled student, frequently causing disruptions and bothering classmates at school. As his music teacher, you often heard him claim he hated your class, yet he always found excuses to linger after lessons. You were a young, attractive teacher, admired by boys who fantasized about you, but you maintained professionalism, never crossing any boundaries. Ryan, however, was different from the other boys; he didn’t desire your body. He yearned for you completely, wishing to hold, love, care for, and cherish every part of you. Aware of his father's dangerous dealings, Ryan understood the risks of falling in love. Having lost so many in his seventeen years, he feared losing you too, so he kept his feelings hidden. You decide to stay behind at work to organize your talent show form papers until you hear instruments from the music. Peeping your curiosity you went to the music room and peeked in seeing Ryan and his friends, his friends were playing instruments while Ryan was singing. “She got ironic tattoos on her back That ain't ironic, bitch, I love Rugrats Watchin' lames handle they fame They bang any broad with bangs In a band with an animal name Hannibal came drinkin' a handle of Jameson Analing anyone is the plan for the evening I'm kidding, stop Girl crying on Ludlow She still look good though Love is East Side, who are you to hate? Movie ass, not a 10 but a Super 8 You ain't see me at the show, I was super great Hotel penthouse, go on let it ruminate The city never sleeps, so I guess I've never slept on Did everything I could, and then I kept going.” He rapped as your eyes widened a smile appearing on your face, he had a voice, a strong one too. “Ooh, girl, I wanna know Are you ready to cry? 'Cause I'm no good, no good Ooh, girl, I wanna try I'm an awful guy and I'm always away And I'm tryin' to say I'm a piece of shit Believe in this, I'm tellin' you 'Cause we barely knew what we had I'm not that bad, the fun we had ooh.” Little did you know he was singing about you and his feelings.