This fatal love [boyxboy] {teacherxstudent}

My fatal love [boyxboy] {teacherxstudent}

I have always wondered why the hell i have never seen a boyxboy version of a teacherxstudent story so i said what the hell and decided to write one! If you know of one, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! And no, im not a pedophile certain things just get to me!

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I sighed heavily as we waited for our new english teacher to show up. This was my last class of the day and to be honest, I couldnt really be bothered with waiting for a petty teacher. I really couldnt! Although, curiosity had gotten ahold of me when i overheard some girls talking and they were saying he was pretty hot. I could only hope so. Mr. Wright, our previous english teacher, was old and mean. I heard slight gasps and looked over to the door, a gasp slipping past my lips as well. Standing in the door way was the most gorgeous man i have ever seen! He had unevenly cut long blonde hair, ice blue eyes that seemed to be able to see all the way to your soul, and a pair of thin black framed glasses that suited his look perfectly. He was wearing a black turtleneck and a pair of white semi-skinny jeans. I'll admit it, he was hot.

"Samuel Evans?" He asked and I snapped out of my haze at the sound of my name on his sexy accent. I couldn't tell where he was from!

"Right here, s-sir!" I stuttered, suddenly getting tongue tied. What the hell? Samuel Evans does not get tongue tied!

"Ah yes. You are supposed to be," He paused to take a look at his chart "Right...here." He mumbled, poking an empty desk with his pen. It was right in front of his desk! I bit the inside of my cheek and moved to my spot, my black hair falling into my dark brown eyes. When did i get so nervous? I shrugged it off and spaced off for the rest of the lesson, determined to get Mr. Leonhart out of my mind. By the way, thats pronounced lionheart. Alexander Leonhart was his name. He turned out to be from Scottland and was here to get away from family issues. Hm. He was nice, but i could sense a dark past somewhere in his life.

"Samuel?" He asked as the bell rang.

"Yes, Mr. Leonhart?" I asked, groaning internally.

"Can I have a moment with you?" He asked, shuffeling through some papers on his desk. I bit my lip and nodded shyly. Damn you, Sammy! He's your teacher for crying out loud. GET OVER IT! I huffed and sat down, wanting to go home already.

"What do you want, sir?" I asked boredly, playing with my pencil.

"It's about your paper, on Romeo and Juliet." He said, still digigng through some papers until he pulled out my perfect copy of the essay.

"What about it?" I mumbled, yawning.

"It's perfect. You got extra credit on it, even. Most kids barely got to a B. My point is, i want you to write an essay for me. It can be any topic you'd like. I just want to see what your mind can create. I want it by next week. If it's good, ill send it in to the essay contest. You'll get the chance to go to Germany, if you win first place." He mumbled, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. He handed it to me and it had the imformation on it. I nodded.

"Will do, sir. Thanks." I got up and walked out, stuffing the paper in my pocket. When I got home, my dad was sitting on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand. I flinched internally.

"Your late." He commented, swirling the bottle around. I nodded.

"Sorry sir, it wont happen again. The teacher had to talk to me about my essay." I said quickly, not wanting to upset him again.

"Damn straight it won't!" He snapped, standiing up. Uh oh. I turned and sprinted up the stairs, heading for my room. I didn't make it. I reached the top stair and he grabbed me ankle, jerking me back so i hit my head on the floor. It stunned for just a second to long. He started hitting me everywhere: the arms, the ribs, the torso, anything he could reach. But not the face. He stayed away from the face so it wasn't obvious. I wasn't good at defense, so i let him. Better me then my mom. She was on a business trip right now, but when she got home the pain would only intensify. I don't know why, but she makes my dad more angry. And i take it. I don't want her hospitolized again. After he was content with my newly purple bruises, he went back down and sat on the couch resuming the game. After a few minutes, I got up and limped to my room not letting the tears fall. Crying was weak. I shut the door quietly and locked it, sorely laying on my soft bed. I groaned it pain and lifted my shirt, my eyes widening at the sight. Bruises, black purple ugly bruises covered my torso. I'm sure he broke a rib aswell. I picked up my phone and called the one person I knew would understand.

"Sammy? Are you ok?" The gentle voice asked and something inside me snapped for i started crying.

"He's gone and done it again, Micah! I think he even cracked a rib this time." I managed to get that out between the hysteric hiccups, gently prodding at the swollen purple spot above my ribs. I felt more pain and knew that he definately cracked a rib.

"It's ok, Sammy. Want me to come over? I'll come in through the window..." He muttered and i heard rusteling in the background.

"Please Micah, I need some help bandaging my rib cage anyways." I muttered, thankful that Micah knew all about that kind of stuff. Micah was my best friend, always there for me when my dad never was. He was a little older then me, maybe 23. Im six years his junior, and still unable to defend myself at this age. He hung up and i sighed, painfully propping myself up on the bed. Micah was my friend, my brother, my lover, and my dad all at the same time and I loved him to death. He just got out of calling as a medical student since his dad practically owns the college he went to and got a special deal. His soft brown hair and gentle green eyes always cheered me up. I couldn't stand to be away from him for long.

"Hey, Sammy." I heard his soft voice say and i looked over at him, smiling a little. He came over and gave me a gentle hug.

"Micah." I breathed, inhaling his scent. It was his own, nobody could match it.

"Let me see the damage." He muttered, helping me lift my shirt off my battered body. His eyes widened at the extent of the damage and he skimmed his cold fingers over the bruises. I flinched when he got to the darkest one and he frowned a little, putting a tiny amount of pressure on it which caused me to let out a little whine of pain.

"Stop!" I yelped when he prodded it some more. He gave me a sad look.

"Sorry, kid. I had to. It's definately broken. Bandaging it might hurt a little but it will definately help keep it in place..." He muttered and took an ace bandage from his pocket. I winced again when he started wrapping it up. After he was done, i was almost in tears again but I will admit, I did feel a little better.

"Thank you, Micah." I whispered and gave him a one armed hug. He nodded and kissed the top of my head.

"No problem, kiddo. Here, lay down. It'll feel better." He helped me get to a comfortable postion before pulling out the spare bed and laying down on it, close to me.

"Good night." I mumbled sleepily and dozed off to the sound of his deep breathing. I was glad to have Micah around. Who know's what'd id do if i didnt.

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Poor Samuel! And no, that's not me. I just used my name for lack of a better one. So, raise your hand if you love our Sammy(again not me)! And what about Micah? Love him to?