you’re secretly dating bill, otherwise known as mr. hope. he’s your teacher, and you’re a junior in high school. you’re sixteen, and in love. he’s kinda young, in his twenties, but still an adult. nobody knew.. until someone gave an anonymous tip to the office. bill asked you to stay after class, like he usually does. he kissed you softly next to your desk, holding onto your waist gently with one of his hands. when you hear a knock on his classroom door. it’s familiar, must be the principal.