Entering a relationship with your teacher is risky. No one can know, or the consequences would be devastating. And yet seventeen year old Nathan has thrown all of that regard out of the window and decided to pursue a relationship with his physics teacher, Mr. Michaelson.
Oooh!
hello
Hi!
Do you want to join?
Yupperoni!
Yay!
Are you okay with being the teacher? And do you want a template or not?
I'm alright with being the teacher and I don't usually do a templete.
Okay
How do you want to start?
Well, would it be an established relationship or them talking?
Would it be at the start of the year?
Start or the year, and idc if they're established.
You can choose
Doesn't matter to me at all!
Oh, decisions…. um…okay…let's see
Yeeeeeeeeeeeee, neither of us are good at making choices I see.
Ummmmmmmmmm, how about they start out as just a student/teacher relationship that quickly grows to more
Sounds good to me!
Okay
Give me a few for a starter
Alright!
Nathan wanted high school to be over, and he had barely even started senior year. He just wanted to be done. He wanted to go away, go to college. He just wanted to go. He was tired of high school. He was tired of home. He wanted to out into the world. Nathan sat in his last class for the day, physics. He pulled out his notebook and pencil, getting ready for whatever they were doing in class. He just knew he was likely going to be really confused. Physics just confused him. It felt like statistics all over again except with sciencey stuff.
Brant looked up from his computer as the last of the students filed in right after the bell. He'd let them go as long as they were here before the lesson started. Brant stood up, brushing off his slacks and clicking his tongue to get all their attention. "Alright. Today we're finishing up the review of last year before heading into the actual plan for this year."
Nathan raised his head to the teacher, Mr. Michelson. He tapped his foot on the floor, listening, amd trying to underatand what was beong said. Just because they were reveiwing didn't mean he understood a word of what was going on. He scratched his head, trying to make sense of what was happening.
(I have no idea how physics work so let's pretend what I say makes sense and isn't complete bullshit.)
"But first, we're doing a pop quiz. Let out all your groans now, it's not going to change anything." Brant stated to the class, stepping behind his desk to grab the papers. He hummed in response to the groans and murmurs.