"A New Music Teacher" David Bowie fanfiction. *ON HOLD AND UNDER SLIGHT EDITING*

One giant blur.

His face drops. The color of it goes ashen. I can tell how extremely worried he is.
"How do you know?" He asks.
I take the crumpled piece of paper out of my pocket and hand it to him. "I found this...in my history notebook."
He looks as if he is about to faint just by reading it.
"I'm..I'm speechless. How could someone know about us? We've kept it so low key."
"I don't know David. But if they expose us..the consequences could be awful."

He strokes a strand of hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear.
"I won't let anything happen. I promise. We'll get through this."
He sounds so reassuring. So sweet.
I look into his sweet eyes.
"Okay."
He drives me to the bus station and gives me a sweet kiss.
"I'll see you tomorrow baby."
When I get out of the car I turn back to him. "See you tomorrow."
As I'm walking away I whisper
"I love you" to myself. I can't tell him I love him. Not yet.

School the next day was a blur. A surreal blur. Nobody gave away anything and people didn't seem suspicious of anything.
It kinda scared me.

I arrive back to my foster home at about 4pm. Helen greets me with a smile. Like usual.
"How was school?" She asks while preparing dinner.
"Oh..it was the usual stuff. I'm gonna go watch a movie for a while."
I try to avoid talking to her as much as I can. I can't have a full conversation with her without letting something about David and I slip.
But I can't stop thinking about that note.
This is killing me.

Morning times are the worst. I gulp my coffee down and I'm driven to the bus stop.
Listening to music on the bus always calms me. Even if I'm listening to bands like Queen or Black Veil Brides.
The school seemed...quieter this morning. For some reason or another. My first lesson was Math. With a teacher named Tom and another student named Kelvin.
I've had a few conversations with Kelvin before.
He's your typical boy..if a typical boy was a sociopath who's obsessed with the idea of murder and torture.
This kid knows every torture method in the book..and I've overheard him say that he would murder someone if he could get away with it. Which scares me.

"Hey Kelvin." I say, sitting beside him.
"Hello."
"Excited for math class? Whoo-hoo." I reply, with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
He gives me a blank stare.
"Math is the fucking worst."
Our teacher walks in and so begins the most boring class in the history of boring classes.
A half hour later it's time to go to our next class.
The teacher leaves as I'm I'm gathering up my things and Kelvin turns to me before he walks out the door.

"So......did you get my note?"