Mr. Fox was one of if not the worst teacher in Trivium Prep Academy. He truly looked up to his fellow co-worker, Mr. Johnson and admired him dearly. As Mr. Fox was teaching his class horribly as he normally does, Mr. Johnson pulls him out of his classroom to "address him". "Joshua..." said Mr. Johnson with a stern look in his face. "Y-yes sir..?" Said Mr. Fox timidly "You know how much I like it when you call me by my first name sir 😏" "Shh Joshie not here" Mr. Johnson said. "I just came to check up on you...make sure you were ok. You know how much I begged Mr. Shutton for you to be hired and I don't want you getting in trouble with him again" "I'm fine" said Mr. Fox. "Are you still up for dinner tonight at 8? I know Red Robin is your favorite" "Just as long as I can come back to your place later...to talk..." Mr. Fox felt something rise in his pants that he wore every single day to school. "O-of course...sir..." "call me that again" said Mr. Johnson. Mr Fox grabbed Mr. Johnson's backside quickly and smirked a little something like this 😏 "sir" Mr. Johnson smiled devilishly 😈 and said "I liked that" they both giggled like little school girls but heard someone behind them. It was Mr. Simmons. "What are you two doing? Giggling like a bunch of little girls." Mr. Simmons looked angrily at Mr. Fox "Joshua, you don't want to end up like Mr. Bell...do you?" "N-no sir of course not" said Mr. Fox "I thought so now both of you get back to work and do what you are barley paid to do" "Now Dorian, you really shouldn't go around scaring the new hires, do you have anything better to do than walking around, looking through classroom windows and yelling at everyone?" Said Mr. Johnson. Mr Simmons sighed, aggravated "don't think I don't know what's going on between you and Mr. Fox." Mr. Johnson's heart sank to his stomach. Could Mr. Simmons really have found out about their secret? Mr. Johnson simply rolled his eyes and walked away but on the inside he has never been more scared in his life. He felt Mr. Simmons deadly glare burn through the back of his head as he walked back into the dean of students office. He sat at his desk staring at the clock waiting for this day to be over so he can see the man of his dreams at dinner and hopefully even when he wakes up the next morning.
