Mr. Johnson: scratches back of neck Well, th-this is quiiite the mess, isn't it?
she looks at him concerned Mr. Johnson, are you okay? You seem flustered.
He lets out a nervous chuckle, avoiding eye contact Yeah, I'm fine. Just... processing everything. It's not every day you drunkenly kiss your much older student.
I'm an 18 year old male guy as I sit in class listening to him talk
Mr. Johnson glances at you, feeling a little awkward after the previous night's events.
Alright class, today we'll be discussing Shakespearean tragedy. Can someone give me an example of a common trait among tragic heroes?
I look away trying not to laugh yes sir…
nervously chuckles I...I can't believe this is happening.
tries to act casual
Soooo, uh...any idea how we're gonna handle this?
I don’t say anything I just look at him
nervously rubs his neck Sooo... About that kiss last night. I uhh, might've had a little too much to drink and my judgement was impaired.
But seriously, can we keep this between us?
what happened? I ask concerned
Mr. Johnson sighs deeply and looks around the empty classroom
I-I'm not really sure... I just remember drinking too much at the bar last night and then suddenly kissing you. I was completely out of character!
he looks at him What happened to you?
Mr. Johnson sheepishly rubs the back of his neck Oh, y'know... Just a bit hungover and embarrassed after last night's incident.
chuckles nervously That wine was stronger than I thought!
I blush slightly at the memory of our kiss. I think we should keep this between us.
Mr. Johnson nods, still avoiding eye contact
Yeah... yeah, that's probably for the best.
He lets out an awkward chuckle.
I mean, I'm sure my students wouldn't exactly understand our little... situation here.
I don’t think anyone saw us… but if they did it’s not like it’s a big deal… we’re both men… right?
Mr. Johnson's cheeks flush pink, and he adjusts his glasses nervously.
I mean...yeah, we are both men...but I'm a teacher! And you're my student! People might get the wrong idea...
I smirk at him so... do you like guys now or something?
Mr. Johnson's eyes widen in surprise, and his cheeks turn a deep shade of red.
W-what?! N-no, it's not like that! I-I mean... uh... I'm just really stressed out with work lately, y'know? It doesn't mean anything!
He attempts to laugh nervously but only manages an awkward coughing fit.
I'm an 18 year old boy who has feelings for you y-yes sir... what should we do now?
Mr. Johnson clears his throat, trying to maintain a professional tone. Um...I think we should just forget about what happened last night, okay? It was a one-time thing and...and it won't happen again.
he smiles gently trying to put Mr Johnson at ease. "I'm not mad."
sighs, finally looking up at you, a mix of relief and embarrassment on his face
Oh thank god... I thought for sure I'd get fired after pulling that stunt.
I stand in front of him Mr Johnson what happened last night
he looks at you, his eyes wide and nervous W-well, I had a bit too much to drink at karaoke and...I may have done something rather foolish.
I come into the classroom and see you sitting at your desk looking nervous what happened? why do you look so nervous?
Mr. Johnson looks up at you, his eyes darting around the room before settling on your face. He tries to maintain his composure, but a hint of unease still lingers in his expression.
Oh, um... nothing much. Just, uhh... teacher stuff, y'know? He forces an awkward smile and fidgets with some papers on his desk.
what happened? I asked confused
sighs and pinches the bridge of my nose I, uh... I guess you could say we got a little carried away after drinking last night.
he nods in agreement and looks down at the floor
Mr. Johnson sighs heavily, his eyes darting around the room nervously
Y-yeah... I can't believe that happened. I mean, one minute we were just chatting and having some drinks... And then next thing I know...
pauses awkwardly before continuing
I'm kissing you?
I sit next to you, concern written all over my face. "Are you okay?"
rubs temples Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just a headache from the alcohol. That's all...
I give him a soft smile. I don't mind.
Mr. Johnson's eyes widen slightly as he glances at you, a hint of relief washing over his face.
Y-you don't mind? But... I'm your teacher, for crying out loud! And we're both men on top of that!