(( Remember that Teacher AU I did a while back? That was fun. Anyway, here's the second part that I've been trying to write for like 6 months. Like honestly. I've been slaving over this.

btw vincent just a regular person in this.

HAHA WOW THIS GOT OUT OF HAND MCGEEBUS im gonna add a warning to the title HOO.

oh and I'm, uh... writing a third part, by the way... i'll post a link when it's done :))        ))

It was Riverglen State High School's annual school dance night. The auditorium was packed with 14 and 15 year old teens, lights of all different colours splashing on the walls to the beat. On the stage, a DJ nodded his head in time to the music. Children sang along to the words and danced with - or more on - each other.

Scott didn't really know what the song was. Some new-fangled pop song by Taylor Swift or whatever. The lyrics were somewhat distasteful, the mood of the room far from the huge romantic ball he'd always dreamed his own school dance would be, somewhere where he could close his eyes and be swept away by some dream boy's arms, be able to laugh and dance, and maybe even have his first proper kiss.

But even back when he was high-school kid and the only school dance they had was prom at the end of Grade 12, it was mostly denim jackets and Justin Timberlake songs. Or at least, he was sure it would have been. If he'd actually gone to prom.

Warm arms slid around Scott's waist from behind, an all too familiar and wonderful feeling stirring in Scott's chest as a voice beside his ear said, "Hello, handsome~"

Scott hummed. "Mr Bishop," he purred, the warmth in his heart spilling out onto his voice, "Aren't you supposed to be watching the snack bar?"

"What are they going to do?" Vincent muttered, turning his head and nuzzling into Scott's neck, making him let out a little yelp and a giggle, "Spike the cordial? I don't think so."

Scott laughed softly and turned around in Vincent's arms to face him properly, his arms wrapping around his neck. He tilted his head just slightly, gazed lovingly up at Vincent as they began to sway subconsciously to the music. Scott didn't even really think about it, let his mind be whisked away to another world, and the next thing he knew...

"Oh," Scott whispered gently, his lips brushing just barely against Vincent's, his eyelids at half-mast. The first time they'd kissed, in front of all the students, they'd come so close to losing their jobs that Scott didn't even look at Vincent for a week afterwards. They'd been on a strict No-PDA rule after that, and so...

Vincent let out a sigh, one of his thumbs rubbing over Scott's hip, and leaned his forehead against Scott's. He let out a dry laugh, "God, I really wanna kiss you right now."

"I know how you feel," Scott said, and if his voice sounded a little desperate and a little pained it was because he was. It was unbearable sometimes, knowing that Vincent was so close and so warm and not being able to touch him. His lips were tingling, his heart surging with an urge he could barely withstand, God, Scott could so easily push up and kiss him. Kiss him, and satiate the craving tearing his very heart apart.

It was too much. Scott pulled his forehead away from Vincent's and instead leaned into him, resting his head on his shoulder. Kissing was way out of bounds but Scott could push the limit a little with hugs, and it wasn't like he was in the middle of class. Nobody was watching them.

He and Vincent had been taking it slow. They'd dated for almost two months now, and they'd made out maybe two times in total. Once in the back of a movie theatre, a soft kiss during the ending scene that had led on to another, which had led on to something just bordering on more before they'd broken it off, whispering sweet nothings to each other for the rest of the credits. Another time, just once when they were feeling daring, in Vincent's classroom well after the students had gone home. But always just kissing. Always with an air of caution. Always done in a way that was loving more than sexual, and broken off just before it crossed the border.

It was incredible, really. Someone as handsome and confident as Vincent Bishop, taking it slow. They were young adults, after all, there was no need for them to go slowly (and some days, some times when they were together and they'd share a kiss and Vincent would give him this look just after they broke away, Scott felt like he'd die if they went slowly for one more second). From a distance, Vincent had seemed like the kind of guy who you'd end up making out with in the back of your car on the first date.

Scott'd be lying if he said it wasn't a scenario that played through his head the moment he laid eyes on him.

Scott had just assumed Vincent was waiting for the right time. He respected that. In fact, it was cute. Romantic, even. And when the time came (and Scott felt it edging closer with every day), it would be perfect. There was a build-up, of sorts, of tentative touches and hidden glances and the unspoken feeling within the both of them that just wouldn't be there if they'd rushed into it.

Still, that did nothing at all to soothe the ache in Scott's fingertips and the centre of his chest and - well, maybe just a bit lower than that - as they continued to dance the night away.

Scott lost all sense of time. He had no idea how long he and Vincent had been dancing for but he knew it must have been a long time - maybe 45 minutes, even - when he finally rose his head from Vincent's shoulder. "Mm."

"Mm?" Vincent asked, and Scott could feel the sound reverberating in his chest and, wow, that did things to him, "What's up? That sounded like a discontented mm."

"Mm," Scott affirmed, and he pulled himself away from his boyfriend, "Mr. Bishop, you've distracted me from my job long enough. We're lucky we haven't been pulled up - the headmaster must have noticed us by now."

Vincent nodded, loosening his grip on Scott. He frowned for one second, "And you're sure I couldn't sneak in one kiss? I'm going to be thinking about it all night if I don't."

Scott laughed, but shook his head, "It's not my rule to break, sweetheart, you know that. If it helps, as soon as we leave tonight, you can kiss me in the carpark."

Vincent wiggled his eyebrows, grinning mischievously, "I'm not going to let you forget you promised that."

Scott laughed again, "Cheesy," he complained, poking Vincent in the stomach. "C'mon, you get out of here before I lose my self control."

"I'd like to see that," Vincent muttered, but he smiled understandingly and stepped away from Scott. There was really no point in making it harder for either one of them, they both knew that. Sexual frustration wasn't called frustration for nothing.

Scott watched him as he walked away across the dance floor, back over to the snack bar. He smiled softly to himself, and then refocused his attention to the pupils he was failing to keep an eye on.

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"...Would like to thank all the teachers and staff for their support tonight," Karen, looking beautiful in a long red dress, gestured out to the row of teachers at the back of the hall.

Scott clapped along with the students, his eyes catching Vincent's for a split second. Vincent winked and Scott rolled his eyes, but grinned. He was glad for tonight to be over - and was aching to be out of the No PDA Zone.

"And now, as our final item, we would like to announce couple of the night. Voting ballots have been open outside the snack bar since 6pm, so if you haven't voted yet, you're a dweeb," Karen grinned wickedly, and then raised her hand to quieten the uproar of students, "Okay, okay, it was a joke! Shut up, shut up, do you wanna hear who the cutest couple was or not? Ungrateful little shi-"

Karen's microphone dropped out for a second there. Scott found himself chuckling. Who's idea was it to make Karen the speaker for the night? The sound guy had had to mute her at least four times so far.

"Okay, I'll just say it!" She was back, "The cutest couple of this year's annual Grade 9 Dance, by a whopping 50% of the total vote, is Mr. Adams and Mr. Bishop."

The grade nine cohort exploded.

Scott groaned and covered his face with his hands. Then he laughed. Of course, only this school would do something as crazy as this. Sometimes he wondered how he ended up in a place like this.

Someone - was it Mr. Juang or Mr. Cartwright? - shoved him forward with a yelp of 'Go on, get up there, Scott.'. He spun around to face them, his arms out, "Come on. They can't seriously vote their teachers in, can they?"

"Hey, if they want to waste their chance at being the cutest couple on their two ugly teachers, that's their choice," Mr. Juang - so it was him - grinned playfully.

"God, this is so embarrassing," Scott slapped his hand to his face again, but he turned and made his way tentatively towards the stage, hoping that the headmaster would step in at some point to let him know that the kids had only been joking.

No such luck.

Scott made it to the base of the stage and Vincent was already up there (of course he was), and so Scott had no choice but to shake his head and skip up the steps. He was going to laugh or cry or both. Probably both.

"Alright, alright, everybody settle down!" Karen yelled into the microphone. It screeched, sending a ripple of squeals through the crowd. The kids settled down pretty fast after that.

"Right," she turned and grinned and Scott and Vincent, "Well? Would you guys like to say something to the loving pupils who voted you in?" She held out the microphone.

Vincent took it from her hand, oblivious of the continued mental screaming emanating from Scott. "I guess all I want to say is you made the right decision. Anything to add, Scott?" he asked.

Scott giggled stupidly at being addressed and leaned on Vincent's shoulder, "Sure. You are all ridiculous and I am going to be so glad when this is over. Also, if I find any photos on social media, consider yourself in detention for a month."

Karen took the microphone back from Vincent. The first thing she said was, "Oh, you won't find them." The second thing she said - and this froze the very blood in Scott's veins - was, "In that case, there's only one thing left to do. The traditional on-stage kiss!"

"Oh," Scott shook his head fervently at Karen, "No, no, that's not happening. We're not allowed - it's inappropriate."

"Bull!" Karen scoffed, "We see students kiss in the corridors all the time, and it's disgusting. If we're forced to see that every day, there's no reason why you two shouldn't be allowed."

"It's different," Scott insisted, "It's not the same as you guys."

"What, 'cause you're both dudes?" Karen glared, and then turned and glared in the general direction of the headmaster, "You're not gonna stop them just 'cause they're dudes, right? If that isn't the most disgusting, indecent piece of sh-"

Karen's microphone dropped out, but Scott was close enough to hear every foul word she spoke over the ensuing 10-second rant. To be honest, he couldn't think of a time he'd ever been more proud.

She was only quieted when the headmaster - clearly laughing - grabbed the nearest microphone, switched it on, and said, "Karen, thank you for your input, but it's rather unnecessary. The cutest couple kiss is a fundamental tradition of our school, and it makes no exceptions. Not even for teachers, Scott."

"Well?" Vincent turned to face him, "We've got permission."

Scott laughed again. This was all so hopelessly stupid, "Oh, what the hell. It's not every day you get voted cutest couple, I guess. C'mere."

Vincent grinned and stepped forward, his hands taking their usual place on Scott's hips. He paused for a moment, centimetres away from Scott, and muttered, "Scott, tonight when we were dancing together, with your head on my shoulder and your arms around my neck, and time just seemed to fly by and at the same time feel like an eternity, I realised something."

Scott hummed, his heart hammering in his chest, "Yeah? What's that?"

"I am totally, utterly, undoubtedly in love with you," Vincent whispered, and he leaned forward gently and kissed him.

Scott had no time to be surprised, or shocked, or alarmed by Vincent's statement. The only thing he could do was let his eyes drowsily sink closed and allow the truth of Vincent's message envelop him entirely, from his heart outwards to his fingers and toes. He didn't let go of Vincent, not for one second, just focusing on keeping their lips moving together. A sigh left him as he shifted in Vincent's grip and suddenly he realised he wasn't just feeling warm anymore, the feeling was shifting, slowly heating into something - oh. Oh. ... Ohhh...

Scott frowned as he felt Vincent pulling away. "Hey..." he mumbled, and - geez, was that his voice? It sounded different. Deeper. Breathless.

"Scott," Vincent murmured, also deep, also breathless. "You came here on the bus tonight, right?"

Scott frowned, the feeling in his gut persistent and needy. He tried to ignore it, pieced together an answer to Vincent's question, "Um... yeah. My car's broken down."

"Would you..." Vincent shifted, his thumb rubbing over Scott's hip - God, that drove him crazy - "Would you like me to drive you home?"

Scott felt his breath die in his throat. Oh. Oh, God. He wants to drive me home, oh. He glanced over Vincent's shoulder and saw Karen gawking - obviously she'd heard. He glanced at Vincent and oh, that was a bad idea, because Vincent's eyes had always been stern and beautiful but there was something in them now that Scott had never seen, and it made the bottom of his stomach do flips. His bottom lip trembled slightly and he glanced down, "I..." he swallowed, "T-That... would be v-very k-kind of you."

Vincent smiled, and Scott wondered how he could possibly have that much self control, because if he felt anywhere near what Scott felt it was a wonder he could even stand without his knees buckling, "Alright, then."