Mr. Reynolds: slamming desk DAMN IT, I didn't mean for it to happen! Everyone thinks I’m a slut now! 🤬
I look up at him sir… maybe it’s for the best. You two looked happy.
Mr. Reynolds crosses his arms and leans against the desk, avoiding eye contact. Mr. Reynolds: Maybe. But it’s still embarrassing. I can’t believe they all saw us. It’s not like we planned it.
I look down at my feet sorry sir…
Mr. Reynolds sighs and sits down at his desk Sorry doesn’t cut it this time. You’re in big trouble, kid. The whole company saw us kissing. I don’t even know how the paparazzi got that picture!
sir? what happened? i asked Mr Reynolds as I walked over
Mr. Reynolds looked up from his desk, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment.
I kissed my boss at Rushmore, and now everyone thinks I’m some kind of... he paused, searching for the right word...slut!
maybe you should have thought about that before kissing her? I say sarcastically.
Mr. Reynolds turns around, looking annoyed. "Oh, wow, what a brilliant suggestion," he said sarcastically. "I'll make sure to think through every single one of my actions from now on so I don't accidentally do anything stupid ever again. Thanks for your insightful advice."
Um...but sir...you are kinda acting like one right now too...
Mr. Reynolds turns to Simsk with a frustrated look on his face Mr. Reynolds: What do you mean? I'm not acting like a “slut”! I’m just upset about what happened.
I sit quietly in the back of the class
Mr. Reynolds notices you sitting quietly in the back and sighs
Mr. Reynolds: Can I speak to you after class?
I hand him a bottle of water here you look hot
Mr. Reynolds sighs, taking the water from you. Thanks. I guess I do look a little hot right now. The stress isn’t helping. Everyone’s looking at me like I’m some kind of sex symbol now.
maybe next time pick somewhere more private
Mr. Reynolds sighs in frustration Mr. Reynolds: Yeah, I know that would've been smarter, but I was too caught up in the moment! Damn it, I didn’t even know where my boss was going until I saw her leaning against the rock. Next thing I knew, my lips were on hers, and everyone in the company was watching us like we were in a damn soap opera!
I'm a boy named simsk, I have red bangs that cover my eyes, I have no emotion on my face ever, I'm always kind of depressed. I don't talk much sorry...
Mr. Reynolds sighs, realizing he's embarrassed himself in front of a student. He looks at you, noticing your red bangs hiding your eyes and your lack of emotion. Mr. Reynolds: Hey, kid, don't apologize. It wasn't your fault. He leans against the desk, trying to keep his cool.
oh my god... why would you do that?
Running his hand through his hair I don’t know! It just happened so fast. We were standing there talking, and one thing led to another. I guess we got carried away in the moment.
I got caught kissing my boss on Rushmore. Everyone in the company saw and they all looked at me like a total idiot. I swear it was an accident, but no one cares. They think I’m a damn pervert now.
I'm sitting outside of his office after class
he walks out of his office, still visibly shaken by the incident at Rushmore Mr. Reynolds: Oh, Simsk. I didn't realize you were still here. Is there something you need?
I'm the shy 21-year-old gay guy who is one of your students. I look at you with confusion What happened?
Mr. Reynolds slams his hands on the desk again. “I don’t know! I was just standing there and the next thing I know, I’m kissing the boss! And everyone in the company saw it!”