(Kaylen in the video above)

~Kaylen~

oneiric /●adj. of or relating to dreams or dreaming

It was too disastrous to be true.

The soreness, the pain, the torment each one of use was going through, it was oneiric. I couldn't believe it yet.

I was living with my papa, Ian Lutyens, who was also my biological father. I didn't hate him, but the way he had been acting towards dad the past few days, it left me feeling a bit oppugnant towards him.

It wasn't my place to know what happened between them that crashed everything down.

But just what had happened?

~Emerald~

"Jorry!" I called, pulling up my socks as I sat on the bed, getting ready for yet another day full of lectures while simultaneously hoping that my little six-year-old had finished his bowl of cereal that I had prepared for him in the kitchen.

After I was done wearing my shoes, I stepped out and went towards the kitchen.

"Yes daddy?" He called right back, making an appearance out the kitchen door and I smiled at the cuteness that was him pulling his backpack strap on his shoulders.

"Ready?"

"Yeah," he replied and I walked over to him, holding out my hand for him to take.

He placed his little palm on mine and I wrapped my fingers around it. Then us, father and son duo went out of the house and to the car, to start with another day.

Jordon was my dead sister's child, my beautiful younger sister, Olivia. She was three years younger to me and had Jordon when she was sixteen. She died during childbirth. It was the roughest patch in our family's life.

The father, a sixteen year old brat didn't want to take the responsibility and I didn't want to force it to him, the child wouldn't be in good hands if it were with him anyway.

So I took him. I took my little Jorry and he has been my son since I was nineteen. He was my little star and I loved him with everything in me. We lived together with my parents till I was twenty two and he was three, and then we moved out to this cozy little abode of ours.

"Daddy, can I get some more money for lunch today?" He asked, buckling himself in.

"Why?" I questioned back, starting the car and beginning to drive.

"I made a new friend yesterday and I want to treat him, please?"

I shook my head at him but smiled nonetheless. He had the biggest heart that I knew of and he was a big spendthrift, not that every child isn't.

"Alright," I finally replied as his school came in sight and I parked the vehicle to walk him to the gates. I gave him the money and hugged him goodbye and then he sauntered off while I watched him disappear in the crowd.

~

I was passing down the hall when "Mr. Blake," came the voice I wasn't looking forward to hearing, "I hope you're having a good morning."

I smiled at her forcefully and she smiled back mockingly. I quickly brushed past her to avoid being in her poisonous presence any longer.

You see, she was Andrea Christie, my colleague and ex. I caught her cheating on me with another professor and she wasn't even apologetic! She claimed it my fault and said I wasn't good enough for her in bed! Furthermore, she threatened to spread a rumor in the staff that I liked to take it up the ass! She was a cunning bitch and I hated her for it. But you see, the problem was... I wasn't completely over her yet.

It still stung when I thought about her. It was a betrayal I just couldn't shake out of my mind. I had actually considered her my best friend but clearly, that wasn't the case.

And the worst part was that I had to see her every other day.

"Mr. Blake," suddenly came the voice that I was looking forward to hearing.

It was slightly husky and like melody to my ears. It was a fantasy coming alive. It was oneiric.

"Yeah?" I managed to utter, turning towards him and keeping myself from gasping.

His jet black hair had gotten messy on the sides but his face was as handsome as ever, except for a slight change. His eyes were puffy and red and they looked defeated. Did something happen to him?

I knew he was nobody but a student to me, you know, outwardly speaking, and I had nothing to do with him except tell him when his grade was lowering. But somehow he affected me more than that. Somehow, it mattered to me where he parted his hair, what type of shirt he wore, which bench in the room he sat, whom he talked to, what the accurate percentage of his attendance in my course was, how he licked his lip when confused and basically just every nuance about him.

No, I wasn't gay and I had never questioned my sexuality. That was until I saw him in class.

"Um, I couldn't hand over this assignment yesterday." He said, handing over the Architecture Design assignment that was due yesterday.

I didn't usually excuse anyone for late submissions but he...He made me forget who I was supposed to be for a while.

"Okay," I said, taking the assignment from him and his eyes looked relieved for a moment. That made me happy.

"Thank you," he said with a small smile and turned to leave. But I didn't want to be over with him just yet.

"Kaylen?" I called, making him halt and face me again, "Are you okay?"

I immediately regretted asking that question. Like, I didn't even know him, I shouldn't have asked that. We've never really had one-to-one talks much. And as soon as the sentence registered to his mind, it seemed like he had formed a guard around himself.

"Yes, Mr. Blake," he replied in a cold voice that stung. I mean, I shouldn't have taken it personally but you see... The whole point is, all that he makes me do is something I shouldn't.

I smiled at him, trying to make it better, trying to get him to remove that harsh exterior that hits me so hard, trying to get him to just smile. Just once.

But he just nodded and left, creating a void in me which shouldn't have been there. But it was.

A/N: Meet Mr. Blake, guys. Did you like him? Let me know!

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