(can you imagine josh being taller than dallon ASHDK)

the halls had cleared and tyler was late to english, but he had to stop at the bathroom on the way. now the hallway was empty, the boy clutching his books against his chest. he'd just turned a corner when he was suddenly pushed up against the wall.

"what the-"

"shhh."

he looked up to find mr. weekes pinning him to the wall, a hand clamping over tyler's mouth. his eyebrows knitted in confusion, feeling the teacher's strong hands restraining him.

"i'd like to talk to you," mr. weekes explained, voice husky.

tyler pried the hand off his mouth and nervously glanced around the hallway.

"what for? i didn't do anything wrong."

"i've been thinking about you a lot lately," mr. weekes smirked, trailing a hand up tyler's thigh and under the hem of his skirt.

"w-we're gonna get caught," tyler mumbled anxiously, gulping as the calloused hand kneaded his thigh.

"don't worry about it," mr. weekes coaxed, bringing his hand behind tyler to squeeze his butt.

the brunette let out a small squeak, which was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

the two quickly jumped away from each other, realizing that they had been caught.

when tyler caught a glimpse of yellow hair, he wanted to curl up on the floor and die. of course it was mr. dun.

"mr. dun!" mr. weekes smiled politely, hands fumbling with his tie. "how are you?"

"what were you two doing?" mr. dun pointed a finger in accusation.

"nothing!" tyler choked out, pressing his hands against his hips in an attempt to keep them from shaking.

his face was flushed red, afraid that now mr. dun really wouldn't like him. he felt his heart thumping in his chest, only making him worry more.

"mr. weekes?"

the teacher let out a low chuckle, his arm falling around tyler's shoulders, making the boy's eyes grow wide. this was not happening.

"what's the problem? tyler's mine."

apparently, this was happening.

"tyler? is that true?" mr. dun seemed more shocked than hurt.

tyler couldn't stop his body from trembling. he felt mr. weekes trying to comfort him, but he wasn't having any of it. he just wanted to go home and never come back. he was a good kid, why was this happening to him?

"tell him, tyler," mr. weekes persuaded.

tyler glanced at mr. dun, whose hands were placed on his hips and eyebrows were raised as if to say "i'm waiting."

"i-i.." tyler glanced up at mr. weekes, who was giving a cocky smile.

"i have to get to class!" the boy finally blurted out, escaping mr. weekes's grip and running off down the hall to english.