Falling for the Teacher Is Never a Good Idea

The new history teacher Mr. Novak caught the attention of several of the girls on his very first day and even some of the boys. Namely there was one of his students Dean Winchester, whose a sensationally attractive, very funny, hell of a guy… he's also me, so um, you might not want to take my word for it. I'm kind of a smart guy but I hide behind the façade of a hoodlum by making jokes and fooling around.

Mr. Novak saw through my punk attitude almost at once as he too had been that kind of a person and he focused his intentions on making me open up to a part of me that almost no one has seen before.

I'm not sure if it was an immediate thing or if I was just kind of having one of those days but the new student teacher was definitely one of the most beautiful people I'd ever seen. It was like I was a magnet and he had an attraction radius of over a mile because even waking up that morning I looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself, "you're looking good Dean. Today is going to be bitchin'." Don't know why, I just knew.

It was just a normal day up until last period. Our history teacher had announced there'd be a new student teacher for the rest of the year and that he was a junior at the college that I just so happened to have chosen upon. The fact that he was coming from the school I'd be attending in the fall, only a few months away, was what had made me listen in the first place but by the time Friday had passed and Monday came I'd completely forgotten the announcement altogether.

I had forgotten, that was until I entered the class, late as usual to see my teacher, Mrs. Mills gave me her regular scold of annoyance and then proceeded to ignore me, and I saw him leaning against the opposite wall looking extremely fascinated in whatever it was that she was teaching.

He was beautiful in a disarming way, that I would never acknowledge I'd even noticed. He was kind of pale given that his skin tone did not really reveal his race. He looked definitively European though, his skin was dark but light at the same time, and his hair was black as a raven in a messy cut on the top of his head, but it couldn't have been naturally that color. His eyes were the thing that stood out most because even though he hadn't even looked my way I could tell they were chlorine blue and piercing, like they could reach into you and fundamentally know you with nothing less than ease.

His name was written on the whiteboard in black ink so I saw that he was to be called 'Mr. Novak'. I wasn't more than five minutes late but there was still a bit of irritated catching up to do.

The girl that sits in front of me, who also happens to be my best friend, named Charlie Bradbury lets me copy her notes when I'm late but that day she also made a point of writing me a little message as she passed her notebook to me.

"New student teacher is hot enough to make a lesbian turn," Her messy scroll was written in the corner of the page and made me roll my eyes. Charlie had been out for several years, and to my knowledge she was the only person who knew about my sexuality, as it had remained a secret for some time.

My father, John Winchester, was a bit of a homophobe and this had implanted a certain shame in me as a young child even after my parents had been killed in a car crash. Ellen and Bobby, who were friends of my parents', were a lot more understanding than John could ever be but that didn't make it any less scary to think about the outcome that would result in coming out. They had taken my brother and me in after the accident, and I loved them as if they were my real parents. My younger brother Sam is in no way like our father, he would accept me no matter what I did or who I loved, but the fear was irrationally stronger than anything else in the world.

Charlie only found out when I'd mistakenly left a suggestive magazine on my bed, which lead her to figuring it out in the end. She never threatened to tell which was why we'd always been so close and why I knew I could trust her with anything I needed to let off my chest.
I scrawled the lecture quickly on my paper than wrote back under her message, "hell yeah he could. He's like an angel."
After a grueling hour of note taking and careless glances at the hot student teacher we were finally released from the torturous classroom for the end of the day.

I didn't really think about Mr. Novak until the next day when I saw him eating lunch during my study hall period. He looked very vacant as he ate and stared at the tattered page of a book that I couldn't quite make out the title of from that distance.

A kid next to me, Dick Roman, not the nicest of guys, caught me looking at him and teased me with a few words that I didn't really listen to
as I realized how easy it would have been for someone to have seen me looking. I knew I'd have to be more careful when looking anywhere really, especially when the people I looked at just so happened to be attractive men.

Dismally there wasn't much going on that week as nothing exciting ever happens in the last few months of school but I passed the Senior DC trip bulletin board for the hundredth time and expressionlessly looked at it. I'd never been anywhere really apart from a few measly road trips that were always really boring to me so I had been ecstatic to sign up for that trip. Two weeks, Washington DC, no homework, what could be more amazing than that?

Due to some weird scheduling error they'd had to make it during Spring Break but that didn't stop people from signing up to go. Charlie and
I had never even considered the idea of not going, so I looked for the hundredth time at the list of students. I wished Charlie and I could've shared a room but obviously that wasn't going to happen as there couldn't be any boys rooming with girls or anything as preposterous as that even despite the fact that I was gay and she was a lesbian, but we didn't broadcast that.

The plane was to take off early Saturday morning the day after school ended for the break, which made me excited. I'd be seeing the world soon, well a small part of it but at the very least more than the suburbs of Kansas.