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(Can you?)
(Can you?)
(Yeah)
Nathan barged into physics class, lunch in his hand. "Well hello there." He sat on mr. Michelson's desk. "So whats the agenda today?"
"Well first off, not running into my room like you want to get arrested with breaking and entering." Brent raised an eyebrow, munching on a chip.
Nathan snorted. "Nothings broken. No harm no foul." He started munching on his lunch. "So what are we doing?" He asked with a mouth full of food
"Alrighty, first off we have mechanics." Brent started, pulling out a workbook and pointing at a diagram. "So, we're going to do this…" He went on for the rest of lunch.
Nathan half listened. He stared off into space, embarrassingly thinking about mr. Michelson. His thoughts had him blushing a soft pink color. He shouldn't think about his teacher this way. Oh well, nothing would ever go anywhere.
The bell rang.
"Oh shit, that's the bell." He swore. "Alright, I'll see you in last period." Brent dusted off his pants as he stood up.
"Language mister." Nathan stuck his tongue at him. He packed his stuff and headed out the door. "Try not to miss me too much."
"I doubt I will." He called out, pulling up his next period's lesson on the computer. "Alright, here we are…" Brant muttered, mind going back to Nathan. Hey, I'm not that old… I'm twenty three… But he's seventeen…. Gods I'm old.
Nathan's mind kept wondering back to Mr. Michelson. He was very attractive. And they had a great playful banter. But….nathan was his student. It was illegal. Not that mr. Michelson would ever go for him.
As soon as the class filed in, Brant started teaching. "Alright class, today we're going to…." He explained. Brant always liked this class, it was chill.
(Do you wanna do like a weekend tutoring wherw things spice up and drama kicks in?)
Nathan sat back and listened to the lecture. About halfway through he had completely zoned out and was staring out the window.
(Sounds good to me!)
(Okay)
(You start or me?)
(You)
(Alrighty!)
Brant typed out an email for Nathan. "There's going to be a test on monday. Do you want another tutoring sesson?" Was what it pretty much said.
Nathan's phone pinged and he pulled it out. It was an email. He pulled it up and read it. He replied back, "Sure, when and where?"
"Doesn't matter to me. We can't go to my house becuase that is big illegal." He responded.
"No one would have to know ;)" Nathan smirked to himself. "Not my house, unless you want to deal with my mother. Maybe a park? Or Starbucks? Or somewhere else?"
"I know a pretty quiet place near the lake on phillips." Brant snorted at the others weird email.
"That sounds good. What time do you want to meet up?" Nathan replied
"Uhhh. How about three?" He sent, looking through his notifications while waiting dor a ressponde.
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