"That's right, now show me just how much of a bad boy you are." His deep voice purred in Dans ear, causing chills to run up the brunette's spine. "Y-yes sir." He whispered, and then was met with Phil's cold calculating blue eyes.
Dan awoke with a gasp, sweat covering his body in a thin sheen as he tried to wrap his head around his dream. "No. He's my teacher." He reprimanded himself, then checked the time and cursed when he saw he was going to be late. Jumping from the bed, he raced to the bathroom and got a quick shower, dressing himself in sweatpants and a Nirvana t-shirt with converses before running downstairs, grabbing his backpack and phone on his way. "Bye mum!" He shouted breathlessly, and made it on his porch just in time for the bus to pull away from the curb. "Fucking..." He muttered and walked off the porch, intent on walking to the prison like building when a car pulled up beside him, the window rolling down to show Phil (who IRL can't even drive oops) his hair disheveled and a smile plastered easily onto his face. "Need a lift?" He asked, and the boy nodded, jumping in without hesitation, bouncing his knee anxiously as he watched the cars clock.
"Calm down well make it." Phil chuckled, placing a hand on Dans knee to stop the bouncing. Memories of the previous nights dream came flooding back at the contact, and the boy shifted in his seat uncomfortably as Phil went back to driving. Silence filled the small space until they arrived at the school, where Dan basically jumped out of the car. "Thanks Phil." He said quietly, and the older man smiled.
"Anytime Daniel. Now get to class."
"Yes sir."
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