Dear Teacher,
You must be wondering who I am by now. Is it killing you? Do you care? I'll give you a hint. I'm a guy. A gay guy, to be more specific. Which means I am automatically awesome. So no, I can't say I haven't jacked off to the thought of your innocent lips. But that's our secret, Luke.

Sure, Ashton may or may not have been in a more confident mood that day. Nevertheless, the boy slipped the paper under a book on his teacher's desk. He did not think about what trouble he could get into in the long run. Since when do teenager's think?