Teacher

Chapter 7

 Brandon's POV

I woke up this morning with the biggest smile on my face. Yes, i did come out and it feels amazing, you don't even understand. Now it doesn't even feel weird to say it.

My only question is why was I so open to telling Mister Horton that when in reality I hadn't even really come out to myself yet. I mean everyone kinda assumed I was gay so I didn't really care if they knew. But a teacher, that I had never me before, i just came right out and said it. It must be that hes for 1 really freakin hot and second he just very approachable.

 I walk into class this morning. Of course, I am the last one like always.  I see Mister Horton sitting at his desk in the front of the classroom.  Looking cute as ever if I might add.

He looks up and smile, "Good morning Brandon!"  He said that really enthusiastic.

"Good morning  Mister Horton." I replied equally as enthusiastic with a large smile on my face.

I take my seat in the back of the classroom and Daja looks at me funny.  "What?" I ask her in my high-pitched offended voice. 

"I don't know but ever since yesterday you've been oddly cheery and its kind of scary."

"I've just found a reason to be happy that's all,"  I reply facing forward because Mister Horton is trying to get everyone's attention. "Whatever" she mumbles.

"Alrighty so i am assigning you guys a book report. The report must be at least 5 pages long. It will be on the Great Expectations by Charles Dickson.  This will be a major part of your grade so i suggest you take it very seriously. I will be helping on these reports after school. You can talk to me at the end of class if you would like to sign up"  everyone in the class sounded upset except for me. Instead my smile just grew bigger.

This is perfect. I can find out if Mister Horton has feelings for me. If he doesn't, then I'll get over it. But if he does, I will go after him.

At the end of class, Jackson and Dylan sign up for a session after school since they can't seem to go a minute with out each other.

"Hey, Mister Horton" I say softly.

"Hey Brandon! I didn't figure you would need help" he said with a smirk.

"Well, I probably don't but, I have minor Dyslexia and I just think I could use a little extra help."  I mean this is partly true, i don't have Dyslexia but he'll never know. But why would I pass up the opportunity to work with my hot gay teacher after school.

"Ok, you can start coming after school everyday starting today. Once a week we will have Jackson and Dylan with us but other than that it will just be you and me." he says.

"Well then i guess i'll see you this afternoon then, oh actually i was wondering since i will be coming after school alot, could i get your number just to make communicating easier?". When i said this my heart dropped like what the hell did i just do.

"Sure" he said with a smirk. He began to writ it down on a piece of paper.  He hands it to me and says, "see you later". I took the slip of paper from his hand. I accidentally grabbed his hand a little and blushed. I waved and walked out of the classroom.

 I can not believe i just did that. Lets just see if i can get my courage up enough to actually show up after school.