the classroom was empty aside from tyler and his chemistry teacher.

"mr. weekes, don't you have a class?"

"no, i have a free period."

"well, i think i should get to spanish..."

"you missed my entire class today because you were too busy on your phone, looking at pictures of mr. dun."

"you're pointing out the obvious, sir."

"don't get mouthy with me, tyler. do you know how inappropriate that is? you're such a naughty boy."

tyler was taken aback.

what the fuck? what the actual fuck? was mr. weekes trying to get at something here? it only made the discomfort in tyler's shorts grow.

"sorry, sir..." tyler said innocently, biting down on his lower lip out of habit.

if mr. weekes was trying to hint at something, tyler was definitely not going to pass it up.

"what's so good about mr. dun, hm? what's a pretty boy like you doing crushing on a guy like him?"

mr. weekes reached out, trailing his fingers down tyler's cheeks, giving the boy chills.

"a-a guy like him?" tyler swallowed nervously, crossing his legs to try and relieve the pressure between them.

"ah, forget it. it's obvious you're into that judging by the way you act towards me..."

"h-huh?" tyler choked out, mind going crazy at how mr. weekes was talking to him. the sexual tension in the air was immense.

"nothing, kid. get to class. i'll see you tomorrow."

tyler stumbled to his feet, holding his books over the bulge in his shorts.

"y-yes sir, i'm sorry about today. it won't happen again."

"we'll see, tyler. have a good day."

"you too," the brunette mumbled awkwardly.

he shuffled out of the classroom and into the empty hallway. he should've asked for a late pass but forget it now. he trudged to spanish, wondering what the hell just happened. what did mr. weekes know about mr. dun that tyler didn't? what exactly was he into?