Mr. Novak's POV
I organized all my papers and tidied up the classroom in general, whilst waiting for Dean to arrive for his last day of detention. I put away all the things on my desk that I didn't need, so it was spotless.
Dean came into the classroom, stuff with him, and...not a smile on his face.
"Hello, Dean," I said, before sipping at the last bit of my coffee.
He shrugged his backpack off and into the floor. "Hey," he muttered, and sat down in his desk.
"What seems to be bothering you?" I asked, and tried not to be too yearning for the answer, even though I was. I wanted to know. I cared.
"I broke up with my 'girlfriend' today. That created a massive storm of questions, anger, confusion, stress, etc. People think I cheated on her with my one of my acquaintances, when I don't even like him that way. People think I broke up with her to be with him. I hate being popular. I hate the stress of it. It's just a huge responsibility, that I don't want anymore." He sighed and all while he was talking, he got up, walked in front of my desk, started pacing back and forth, grabbing his hair, and it made my heart hurt to see him like that.
I walked around my desk and I put my hands on his shoulders. "It'll all be okay. Just breathe, Dean." He took a long, deep breath.
He looked me in the eyes, and shook his head. "I want to just have a nice, calm relationship for once. And people think that I like Benny, and I don't. No one really knows that I like you an--" He put his hands over his mouth, and backed up a tiny bit. "I did not mean to say that, M-Mr. Novak. I-I can explain. I'm not some weirdo that likes you. I just... I'm digging myself a deeper grave."
I walked up to him, and wrapped my hands around his wrists, bringing them down in between us. "It's okay, Dean. It's perfectly fine." He leaned in a little, but backed up again, so in one swift motion, I put my hands just above his hips and pulled him in. I stared into his green eyes, seeing the pain, the sadness, the stress. I wanted to take it all away from him.
Closing the gap between us, I made contact with his lips, hoping this was the right thing to do. He started moving his mouth to the rhythm of mine. I pulled away, looking into his eyes again, just to see if this was real. Just to see if this was right.
He went back into the kiss, both of us holding each other's sides. I slid my tongue along his bottom lip, wanting more access to him. He granted that access to me.
Our tongues met, and my mind was going places I had never even dreamt of. There was no fighting for dominance between the two muscles...
Only perfect harmony.
