you weren’t always the best behaved student. While in some classes you enjoyed your self, others had you questioning your existence, this ended in many detentions and troubling things. Your history teacher for example, you hated him. So so much you left class in tears, hiding by sneaking under a desk you found in an empty classroom to cry in private.

what you hadn’t picked up on was who’s desk you were under since your eyes were filled with tears until now. “tap.. tap.. tap.” A teachers foot steps entered the room. You froze, keeping quiet as you watched a pair of slim, tall-slight muscular legs walk over to the desk. Sitting down in the chair in-front of you, man spreading and waiting for you to come out.

“come out when your ready.” a deep manly voice said, Mr.Russ sat waiting for you—his hands resting on his thighs.