Dallon's POV

"They found out I'm trans. They pulled down my pants. I couldn't get away. They were holding me," Brendon says. "I'm so sorry," I say. I really wanted to hug him right now. "Is it okay if I hug you?" I ask. Brendon nods his head. Brendon cries in my arm. I wish I could've been there to teach those kids a lesson. No one hurts my Brendon. My Brendon? I've gotta stop thinking like this before I do something stupid.
I'm already doing something stupid. I'm hugging a student in my house.

I pull back from the hug. "I'm sorry that happened to you. Those boys are not going to get away with that stuff when I'm around. I think you should go now though, um I-I have homework to correct," I say. "I can help you!" He blurts out, "I mean I can be like your teachers assistant remember?" "Um okay I guess you can help."

After 2 hours we finally finished correcting all of the homework. I got say it was easier having Brendon there to help me. I almost forgot he was a student. He's so mature and good looking. He's so attractive. Why does he have to be a minor. I would so do-.

"So um I guess I should head home now," he says interrupting my thoughts, "it's getting late. My dad is probably worried about me." "I guess you should. Um well thanks for helping," I say sticking out my hand. Brendon shakes it. He shakes it and shakes it. And soon we let go and just stare into eachothers eyes. I pull him in for a hug. "I won't let those kids hurt you," I say. And then it happened.

Brendon's POV

I kissed him. I actually kissed him. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time. Our lips were moving together like they belonged together. His lips were so soft. They melted into mine. I tangled my fingers into his hair. Then all of a sudden Dallon pulls away. "We can't," he says, "this is wrong. You're my student I'm your teacher. I think you should go home."

I left Dallon's house feeling terrible. He turned me down. I thought he liked me. I guess I was wrong. How could I let that happen. I shouldn't have kissed him. But it felt so good. I could swear he was kissing back. Or maybe that was just my imagination. Anyway I feel like he lead me on.

At dinner my dad asked me why I was so upset. "J-Just a bad day at school that's all," k say trying to hold back tears. I feel like an idiot. Dallon probably thinks I'm an idiot. He's probably laughing at me right now. "Hey are you gonna cry," my dad asked. "N-No I j-just have something in m-my eye," I stuttered. "What happened at school?"

"N-Nothing," I sad running upstairs. I ran over to my bed and laid down crying into my pillow. My dad walked in and sat down on my bed. "Hey shhh. I'm sure whatever happened won't happen again."

"Get out! I don't want to t-talk to you r-right now." I don't want to talk to my dad about this ever.