"Oh I've been meaning to ask you, why did sir keep you after class?" Luke looked at the brunette with wiggling eyebrows.

   "He just needed some help with carrying boxes."

   "The boxes probably contain some sex toys that he'll punish you with."

   Calum gasped, lightly slapping Luke's chest where his hand was previously resting. "What? You'd probably want that anyway," the blonde laughed, earning another slap.

   The brunette starting thinking of Mr Clifford. What was his actual name anyway?

   He had these amazing, strong arms. And his eyebrow piercing was so attractive to Calum. Which is why Luke is also attractive with his lip piercing, since Calum just loves piercings.

   But he'd never go for Luke. They've been friends since they were 12.

   They thought they liked each other when they were 14 but soon realised that was them just being hormonal teenage boys.

   He pondered about Mr Clifford, his new english teacher. He replaced that old hag they had before. She really was something else, and not a good something else.

   Mr Clifford had the kindest smile and it warmed up even the coldest of atmospheres.

   The way he'd talk about a book he read over the weekend and about the essay they had to write.

   One could easily see why he became an english teacher. Reading and writing was his passion.

   He had the greenest of eyes, too. Calum could admit he got lost in the vibrant colour a few times, but that's only because it's such a beautiful colour.

   He mentally groaned, squeezing something, anything to let his frustration out.

   He's only had this teacher for one day.

   "Yo, we should go get Maccas after you're done squeezing my thigh," Luke suggested, yawning and getting up from the couch.

   Calum sat deep in thought as Luke pulled his shirt on, his prominent muscles sticking out under the tight fabric.

   He eventually stood up too, being hungry enough to actually move around.

   After the two boys got their take out, they were situated on Calum's couch again. They ate in silence, a soccer game playing on the TV.

   "I won't be able to stay the whole weekend," Luke coughed, clearing his throat. Calum pouted.

   "Why not? I thought you could finally give me that blowjob."

   The blonde laughed out loud. "Leave that job for Mr Clifford, buddy." Calum didn't say anything, not finding a snarky comment.

   "You're so in love, oh my God," Luke wrapped an arm around his best mate and ruffled his hair. "Shut up."

   Not long after, the blonde had to go home. His brothers were visiting which is why he couldn't stay at Calum's place.

   The brunette sighed, deciding to change into something more comfortable. Pulling off his shirt and pants, he pulled on a white sweater that was many sizes to big for him.

   His mind unwantingly wandered to Mr Clifford again as he cuddled into his pillow. It kept making him feel a rush of happiness. It made him excited for Monday, to see those green eyes again.

+

   "Essays please!"

   Calum shot up from his previous slouching position. His eyes darted around the class, seeing everyone take out their pages, including Luke.

   He mentally cussed himself out. How could he forget the only thing that Mr Clifford asked him to do? Especially because he's never left his mind.

   The teacher walked around, taking the papers in. Guilt boiled through Calum and he couldn't even reply to Luke when he asked, "Did you forget to write your essay?"

   His eyes met Mr Clifford's green ones as he crouched down in front of his desk.

   "My boy, where's your homework?"

   Calum felt frozen, his eyes fixated on his teacher's.

   Mr Clifford smiled softly. "See me after class, okay? We can make a plan."

   Relief flooded over the younger boy, but soon, too many possibilities came to mind. Make a plan?

      He shook his head, ridding his mind of his dirty thoughts.

   Feeling out for the rest of the time in class since everyone was discussing their essays. He was embarrassed once they had to skip him.

   The period after that was going to be lunch and Calum could feel his stomach grumbling already.

   Huffing, he lied down on his arms. As a student was reading out their work, he feel a hand softly placed on his shoulder.

   He stiffened and slowly looked up into green eyes.

   "Do you not feel well?"

   Calum chuckled, "Sir, I'm fine, thank you."

   Mr Clifford nodded, stood up and went back to the front of the class to give his opinion on the student's essay.

   Calum wondered what would have happened if he told Mr Clifford that he wasn't feeling well.

   In the middle of a student reading their essay proudly, the bell went off.

   She tried to continue reading but Mr Clifford kindly stopped her and told her she could start over the next day.

   It didn't take long for the class to be completely empty apart from Calum and his english teacher.

   The younger boy walked towards the desk as he slung his backpack over his left shoulder.

   "Sit," Mr Clifford gestured to the chair sitting next to his. Calum obliged, nervously folding his hands in his lap.

   "Don't look so afraid, my boy," Michael laughed, shaking his head. Calum laughed along, a nervous laugh.

   "Since you didn't write the essay, I was thinking maybe we could just discuss the topic of it."

   Seems easy enough. Calum nodded, grateful that he wasn't getting punished or getting zero.

   Mr Clifford folded his hands on top of the desk as he patiently waited for Calum to start.

   "S-Sir, I'm nervous."

   Mr Clifford slowly slid his right hand onto Calum's knee before assuring, "Don't worry. I'll ask questions and you can just answer."

   The younger boy was looking at the hand on his knee with wide eyes. "Y-Yeah." He gulped.

   Soon, the hand was removed from his knee calmly as the discussions started. It was an essay about relationships.

   "From your point of view, what is love?"

   The younger boy sat in thought for a minute, but he couldn't scramble together words good enough to explain his answer.

   Mr Clifford probably knew a lot about love and he might find Calum's answer humorous.

   "You're okay. There's no wrong answer," Mr Clifford assured him.

   The younger boy nodded, closing his eyes.

   "In my point of view, love is like the smell of fresh cut grass, it's not exactly pleasant but there is something nice about it."

   Mr Clifford knitted his together eyebrows a little.

   "It's like being afraid to look in someone's eyes, scared that you might physically drown in them and never come back."

   Calum's eyes were still closed.

   "It's like being excited to see them the next day. Being separated doesn't matter. If it's true love, it will work."

   Michael felt the smallest smile tug onto his lips listening to the younger boy rambling on about what he thought love was.

   He cautiously placed his hand on Calum's knee again, trying to calm him down.

   The younger boy's breathing hitched in his throat and he opened his eyes, looking at his smiling teacher.

   "Nothing matters. If it's true love..."

   Mr Clifford finished off his sentence, "It will work."

   There was a long silence, the pair trying to process what just happened.

   "Oh fùck, I hate myself so much," Calum's cheeks immediately tinted red and he wanted to run out of the classroom.

   But Mr Clifford gripped his knee, silently telling him not to.

      "I can't believe I just said all of th-that," the younger boy immediately covered his face with his hands.

   He felt his cheeks physically burning as he felt Mr Clifford soothingly caress his knee with his thumb.

      "It was great, okay?" his deep voice spoke lowly and calmly.

   Calum shook his head, removing his hands from his face and looking down.

   "That might have been the most embarrassing thing I've ever done, sir," he spoke a tone above a whisper.

   Mr Clifford gave a small smile to the younger boy. "We can continue these questions after school. Go have lunch."

   Calum wasted no time in nodding and rushing out of the classroom as fast as humanly possible.

   Mr Clifford felt himself smiling as he packed his things up. This boy was really something else.

a/n: yall do not know how excited i am for this story oml