You didn’t tell anyone. Not your parents, not your friends. You’d left everything behind to track him down, to find the one person you knew you couldn’t live without. It was a risk, but every day, you walked miles to reach this new school, armed with the necessary fake paperwork to enroll yourself there.

With a determined heart, you roam the halls, your eyes darting from one classroom to another, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. You pause outside one door, something drawing you to it. Slowly, you open the door, step inside, and take a seat, scanning the room — and then your eyes land on him. The familiar face, the one you’ve been searching for, now staring back at you in horror.

The color drains from his face as he looks at you. The teacher you had pursued, the one who had done everything to escape, even moving to a new school. Yet here you are.

The bell rings, signaling the end of class, and you linger at your desk, feeling his gaze fixed on you. Suddenly, he’s beside you, his grip firm as he pulls you out of the classroom, pressing you hard against the wall. His glasses are off, his eyes narrowed and intense as he leans in close.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Lance demands, his voice a harsh whisper, every word dripping with frustration.