Chapter Three

(Oscar)

I like driving. It feels very freeing. It's like nothing can bother me and I could go anywhere, but that's not the case.

My dads don't really allow me too much freedom. Dustin and Ajax each have a car and I use Dustin's to go to school, so he likes for me to bring it back as soon as possible. I usually only get it to drive to school and home.

I've been waiting all day to get to English. I just need to see him again. I still don't even believe what happened. Obviously I'm stupid enough to kiss my teacher spontaneously, but I never would've guessed that he'd kiss me back.

I can't forget the way his arms felt pulling me up against his hard chest. The way his hands gripped my hips. The way his lips felt on mine. I'd give anything to feel that again.

Although that was all nice, I really like his personality. He didn't read the note in front of the class. Some teachers have done that before. He didn't even get mad about us practically objectifying him. He didn't make a big deal about it at all. He just went about the rest of the class period and everyone totally forgot that I was in trouble at all.

He likes me. I heard from other people that people have tried to hit on him in every class and I'm the only one he said was cute. I'm the only one he kissed. Maybe we could have a real relationship. It doesn't matter how old I am or that my dads keep asking me and warning me about it. Some older guys are just predators, but I know he's not bad.

"Hey. Are you ready?" Jasmine asks, running up behind me before linking her arm with mine. She pulls us towards Mr.T's classroom and gives me a big smile. "I wonder if he's gonna chew you out? Did he say anything about what I wrote… ya know, about his ass?"

"No what I wrote was way worse, so he just ignored yours. He's pretty cool though so I don't think he's going to be mad about it. He let me off easy." I tell her as we walk in.

I stop in my tracks, staring at him. His hair is more messy today and only looks slightly longer than yesterday. His shirt is unbuttoned at the top like the one from yesterday, and his pants hug his ass perfectly. I want to grab it.

"You're drooling, lover boy." Jasmine laughs and drags me to our seats. I sit at mine and read the board.

We need an empty notebook and a pencil today. I grab the items out of my bag and almost go back to staring, but he glances at me and smirks. My face flares up and I turn away quickly.

Once the bell rings and the stragglers rush in late, Mr.T starts his lesson. "Alright class. Once you read the board, please take out what you will need and then I will explain what today's lesson is."

Everyone gets their notebooks out. There's a few people who dig through their things before finding something, but eventually everyone gets what they need.

"Everyone write your name on the inside cover, and if you need a marker or something to write with, just raise your hand and I'll bring a few around." He announces.

A few people raise their hands and is quick to give them sharpies as he continues. "You will be writing in these journals often. Mostly it will be for when you finish something early, but for today you'll be writing the whole time. You can write about any topic you want. I'll only be checking for punctuation and grammar mistakes."

I smile and write my name in the front cover with a black pen before waiting for further instructions.

"At the beginning of each entry, you will write your name and the date. For today, just write as much as you can before the bell rings. I want to see everyone working for the entire time." He tells us before gesturing for us to start.

I think for a little while about what I'll write about before deciding to write about my parents. I don't know why people seem to think that gay couples adopting kids is so controversial. Even now sometimes I'm scared to mention that I have two dads.

I don't pay much attention to white I'm writing. I just scribble words on the page and start thinking of something completely different.

He smirked at me earlier. He did it in such a playful little way. It made me want to kiss him. The scandalous fact that we made out yesterday and nobody even knows is really turning me on too. We both have these feelings and it's like nobody else in the entire room can tell. Instead, we just pass longing glances at each other from across the room.

That is, until he gets to my row. He walks closer, peeking at everyone's work before getting to me. He bends down and leans in close to my ear. His breath feels hot against my neck, and it certainly doesn't help the forming erection in my pants. "Talk to me after class. Oh, and good work. I'm proud of you."

I don't know why, but the words make my heart flutter. He's… proud. I'm actually doing well and maybe it's thanks to him. Maybe I'm doing better because everything that comes out of his mouth is simply captivating to me. I listen better now.

I continue writing for the rest of the class. I'm focused on Mr.T also, but I still get a page and a half done before the bell rings. Everyone starts packing up and leaving, but I move much slower, hoping they'll all just leave without noticing me. I should've known Jas would notice something is up.

"Come on. They have smoothies today." She whines, trying to get me to hurry up.

"Right… you can go ahead. I wanted to ask a question." I tell her, standing up as well.

She just shrugs and starts walking off. "I'll be at our usual table."

I smile and nod, waiting for her to leave before finally putting my things in my bag. I walk closer to Mr.T and smile. "What did you want to talk about? Yesterday?"

"I don't think we should do that anymore. I'm so sorry for taking advantage of the situation. I never should've done that, and-"

"What the hell are you talking about? I kissed you. You didn't take advantage of me. I wanted it."

"But I'm an adult, Oscar. I'm 34 years old. I have no place kissing a child."

"I am not a child." I insist, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm closer to 18 than I am to 17. Who gets to decide how old you have to be in order to be an adult anyway? Who's to say that one day I'm a child and the next, I'm not? That's stupid, and you know it. I don't care how old you are. My birthday is in three months. It's not that far away."

"My daughter is only a few months younger than you. I'm old enough to be your father." He says, and he's right. I was adopted by Dustin and Ajax when they were young, so he's actually older than Dustin, but I don't bother to tell him.

"I said I don't care. I feel something for you. That's why I kissed you. You feel something for me, and that's why you kissed me back. Why are you pulling away?" I ask, stepping closer to put my hands on his chest and press myself against him.

He stares down at me for a moment before giving in. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close, dipping his head down to capture my lips in a gentle kiss.

Yesterday's kisses were new and exciting. They made me crave more. They made me want the scandal of it all, but this kiss is very different. It feels warm and familiar. It feels like he's pouring his heart out through his actions, and I can't help but to crave this too. Not because of the thrill, but because of the emotion.

He pulls away. "I'm married."

I blink a few times and step back, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. He's… what?

"You're kidding, right? Why would you… you let me kiss you. You kissed me back. Why would you do that?"

He sighs and runs his fingers through his messy hair. "I don't love her. We got married at 18 because we had a kid when we were 16. Anna's your age now, and we wanted to wait until she was moved out before worrying about a divorce. I promise that we are only married by law. We sleep in different rooms. We hardly see each other."

I sigh as well and try to take this in. I know his daughter. She's a bitch, but he's nothing like her. He cares about her enough to coexist with her mother so that she could have a good childhood. It's natural for people in toxic or unloving relationships to seek other people.

"Is it because you're gay?" I ask, wondering if maybe that was too forward.

"I'm not gay."

I stifle a laugh. He's really going to say that after he stuck his tongue down my throat? That's hilarious.

He narrows his eyes before rolling them. "I'm serious. I was never into guys but when I read what you said about me… the thought didn't bother me at all. I like you. I want you to like me back, but I wouldn't feel right kissing you like that without telling you."

"I think I'm okay with it. As long as you don't kiss her or touch her in a romantic way, then it's fine with me." I admit. He'll divorced her as soon as Anna turns 18 and moves out. Then he'll be able to focus on me completely. "I'll keep doing this with you under one condition. I want you to take me on a date."

"A date? You're still my student, Oscar. Even after you turn 18." He explains, taking my hips in his hands before pulling me close. My body presses against his as I continue to explain.

"Take me a few towns away then. Nobody we know will be there. Maybe then I could learn more about you, and you about me. Please? I'd really love it."

He hums, obviously pondering it before smirking and pecking my lips. "Friday after school then? I'll have something planned."

"Great!"