Brendon's POV

It's been almost three months since the thing happened between me and Mr. Weekes. At first it was hard to go back to a teacher student relationship. I still cared about him and everything. Some days I just wanted to walk up to him and kiss him but I knew I couldn't. I still helped him out in his classroom and I officially became his teachers assistant. He was the only person in the whole school that was nice to me. The other teachers just let the students get away with bullying me. That was until a new kid moved to town. His name is Pete.

Me and Pete connected right away. He is bisexual and most people make fun of him for hanging out with me but that didn't stop him. In fact one night he asked me to be his boyfriend. I introduced him to my dad. Which I would have never been able to do with Mr. Weekes. Why am I even thinking like that. What ever me and Mr. Weekes had is over. I'm happy with Pete. Right? Yeah.

Pete walked me to Mr. Weekes class today. He kissed me goodbye. I walked into class and I swore I saw Mr. Weekes look at me before he looked away. "Hey Mr. Weekes," I say. "Hey um d-do you wanna get started sorting through the stack of music on that desk?" He asks. "Sure." I walk over to the stack of paper on the desk. I sort through it, trying my best not to look at Mr. Weekes. It has been awkward between us recently.

"So Mr. Wentz's huh?" Mr. Weekes says. "Uh yeah." I don't know how I was supposed to respond to that. This is the first time he has talked to me since me and Pete have become friends. "Well it's a good thing you found someone your own age," Mr. Weekes awkwardly laughs. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask. "N-Nothing," Mr. Weekes stutters, "just forget I said anything."

"We both agreed to pretend nothing happened so you don't have the right to get upset with me because I moved on," I said. "I'm not upset. Just forget it." "No. It's not fair," I say. "What's not fair?" Mr. Weekes asked. "That your allowed to get upset but I just have to pretend nothing happened between us."

"I never said you had to pretend." "You told me to pretend that night didn't happen. So I did. It didn't happen and I moved on with my life." "I'm sorry I guess I just thought you'd think it was a mistake." "It was a mistake... To give you a blow job when we barely knew eachother but that didn't mean I didn't still want to be with you. But you waited for me to move on to finally say something."

"You're right you barely know me. So you wouldn't know that I have relationship issues. You would know the last guy I dated beat me so bad that I got sent to the hospital. You don't know that I go to counseling because I can't deal with all my anxiety. You don't know me or else you'd know that I was trying to protect myself and protect you. You do know that I self harm. And if I got hurt or hurt you I'd never be able to forgive myself. So I did what I thought was best for both of us and I'm sorry. You don't have to pretend how you feel."

"Well in that case I feel we moved to fast. I feel like you wanted to pretend we never happened. I feel heart broken. And I finally feel ready to moved on but I feel like you just won't let me." I say. "Okay then what do you want. Tell me." He says. "I don't want to pretend anymore. I don't want to break Peres heart but I do want to try again with you."