You're awful. Too informal, your scruffy way of dressing. Your necklaces, rings, tattoos and piercings. Awful. Roderick hated you for that. But, God, you knew how to get on his nerves, and he liked that. How you talked back and didn't keep quiet if he said or did something you didn't like. How you always came up with fun ideas for the students, and you were too childish to be a teacher.

Maybe he loves you... What!? No. He could never. You are a man, and too rebellious, childish and totally not his type, right?

Today there was a party at the school where you work, just for teachers. Of course Roderick was going to go just because you were going, but no one had to know that.

Obviously he arrived early, but you arrived 10 minutes late on your motorbike.

Of course you had to ride a motorbike.

You walked in and, of course, started talking to the other teachers and drinking. Roderick didn't know how to feel. He watched you from afar, sipping his glass of wine, wearing his smart suit, while you were wearing a black T-shirt, a leather jacket and jeans.

Although neither of you knows how you ended up in the school toilets, in one of the cubicles, kissing. You holding him against the cubicle door, him taking off your jacket and with his hands around your neck.