Matt was a teacher at LA high. He taught math. Everybody's least favorite subject. But he was cool. He let people work at their own paces with grids. He was also a soft pastel. Nate had just moved to LA. Of course, he had to be the bad boy. My god, everybody took a liking to him. Even teachers. He. Was. Perfect. In every way. His tattoos. God, how many did this boy have on his body? His voice... was stunning and beautiful. He definitely worked out. Girls and boys surrounded around him. They were all attached to him. Shooing them away, he sighed softly. He just wanted to be left alone until he was used to his schedule. Matt came to his table. Sitting down next to him. The teacher was dressed in... high heels, lipstick, pink shirt, blue sweater, and purple shorts. Thatinstantly caught Nate's attention. "You new here?" Matt asked softly. Nate nodded softly. "Yeah." He said. His voice was deep and soothing. He gave a small smile, this teacher was nice, soft. Unlike some other teachers. I'm... Nate of course. Don't even know how I came up with this prompt.
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