Dallon's POV

The next day at school Brendon wasn't in his first hour music class. In fact Brendon hadn't attended school at all today. I hope to god it was because of the bullies and not the kiss. It made me paranoid all day. There was only one way of finding out.

I knocked on Brendon's door. When his father answered I told him I was his teacher and I was coming to drop off his homework. Brendon's father led me to Brendon's room.
"Brendon someone is here to see you," said his father while knocking on the door. He walked away while I entered Brendon's room.

Brendon was sitting on his bed. When I walked in he chucked a pillow at my head. "Oh come on you can't be that made at me?" I asked. "Get. Out." Brendon huffed. "So I'm guessing you didn't come to school today because of what happened last night," I said. "Get out!" Brendon shouted. "I don't want you to ruin your education over this."
"Why do you care? You don't even like me," Brendon says. "When did I say I didn't like you? I do like you Brendon but this is illegal."
"Then why come here?" Brendon asks. "Because I wanted to apologize-"

"Well your apology sucks now get the fuck out of my room. Get out of my apartment."
"F-Fine, whatever I'll just go. But I expect to see you at school on Monday," I said before exiting his bed room.

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"Dallon Weekes?" Dr. Stumph calls me back into his office. I follow him to his office. When we get inside I sit down across from him. "So did anything new happen this week," Dr. Stumph asks. I cover my face with my hands. "I'm guessing that's a yes. What happened. Have you been staying clean and taking your meds?" He asks.
"Yes, yes that not the problem. My student..." I pause. "What about your student?" He asks, "is this the same student we talked about last week?" "Yes. My student... My student kissed me. I pushed him away and now he hates me."
"Dallon you did the right thing," Dr. Stumph says.

"But he hates me and I do like him I just can't kiss him because he's my student. I don't know what to do," I say. "Here's what you do Dallon, you forget about him. You said it. He's your student. You shouldn't have feelings for him," he says.
"I can't just forget about him," I say. "Well then that's your homework for this week. I want you to forget about this kid. Now did you do your home work I assigned you last week?"

"N-No," I say. "Dallon I don't just assign you this homework for fun. I assign it for you because it will help you. I want you to get help but you won't get any of you keep skipping your homework."
"I know. I'm sorry I just. It helps distract me from my own problems," I say. "And you can't be doing that. Your never going to get over your problems by distracting yourself from them. You're just bottling them up and you know what happens when you bottle up right?" Dr. Stumph asks.
"Yes but that's not what I'm doing."

"Then what is it you are doing," he asks. "I don't know but they're not bottled up," I say. "Really then tell me about what happened between you and Ryan."
"Okay I never said I got over that."
"Well tell me what happened. Let's not bottle up what happened."
"R-Ryan was forced to b-beat me up t-to prove that we weren't dating to the jocks," I say with reset eyes. "You know he wasn't forced. He had a choice and he chose to hurt you."
"N-No he was forced to. He wouldn't choose to hurt me. He loved me." I cry. "See this is what I'm saying you bottle up your feelings and now you're crying."

I left the appointment worse then I was when I came in. I would drop Dr. Stumph if I wasn't court ordered to see him.