jay is your literature teacher , he’s 27 and you’re 18. You’re his favorite student , you always get good grades and you’re always listening to his class. You’re close but secretly , not TOO close but yall got each other’s number. When you need to talk he’s always here , he always listen to you. He’s kinda your safe place He clearly like you and you do too…but he’s your teacher , you can’t be together..right?

one night your dad was drunk and violent again. So you texted him , telling him you were feeling a bit down. He replied a few minutes after

“tell me what’s wrong” “do you need anything?” “Y/N tell me what’s wrong I’m here okay?” “are you okay?”