Bad teacher▪C.B

8

Its been a few days that you havent gone to school. You told Corbyn that you where sick and it was kind of true. You had been kept awake throwing up everything you ate. It was still like that but this time you didn't force it.

You lay on Corbyns couch sprawled out because you had nothing else to do. It was so boring without him here and no phone to keep up with everything.

Though there was a tv and a few books about astronomy and the star constellations. You groan and roll over. It was about half past 4 so Corbyn should have been back already.

As you thought about that he walks through the door unbuttoning his shirt and running a hand through his messy hair. His blue eyes meet yours and he smiles. Corbyn goes to the fridge and grabs a water drinking it.

"Hey what where you thinking about for dinner? Or do you still feel sick?" Corbyn asks placing his water on the counter and taking a seat. He throws his back up and takes out all the papers he was grading.

"Umm im not sure," I say and join him at the counter. He checks off certain papers from his five classes. To be honest I didnt think it would be that hard to be a teacher. "Corbyn can we learn more about each other?" I ask and he hums. "So umm whats your past history?"

Corbyn stops what he's doing and looks up at you. He's quiet for a second.

"I was in a band with four others. It didnt go well so I became a teacher for what I love. Space," Corbyn chuckles.

"We never really even told each other when our birthdays are either," you say. "Mines October 1st."

"November 25, 1998." Corbyn says.

"Wait you're twenty-five I thought you where twenty two," I giggle and Corbyn smiles.

"Yep twenty five years young," he jokes making you laugh. You blush feeling embarrassed but Corbyn just goes back to grading papers. "Are you going to school Wednesday? Ill have to help you with your homework," Corbyn asks.

"Umm yea I guess. Im feeling better now," I don't lie. Its weird cause im only sick at certain times and from smells. "Do you maybe wanna go see a movie or something?" I ask bored of being inside.

"I can't I have plans with someone already," Corbyn says. He finishes the last few papers and puts them back in his bag.

"With who?" I ask confused. Corbyn had promised to take you on dates and good grades in exchange for sex.

"You don't need to worry about that y/n its just an old friend," Corbyn says.

"Okay," you get even more confused but dont push it anymore. You go back to the couch in Corbyns living room and turn on the tv.

Corbyn leaves about an hour after he said he had plans but you dont pay too much to him. As you are half asleep watching season 6 of Stranger Things. You wake up suddenly from a dream and look around the room. The only lights where from under Corbyns door and the tv.

I get up and start to walk towards his door but stop in my tracks when I hear a girl moaning then Corbyn. "Fuck Corbyn I missed you."

You dont know why it made you upset but you needed to leave. Tears fall down your face as you grab get in the elevator to Corbyns apartment. You take it down to ground floor and start walking.

You kind of remember the drive that Corbyn did to take you home and went that way. A car slowly pulls up to you.

"Y/n get in please. You can't be walking alone this time of night," someone says. You look up and see his bright blue eyes and toothgap in the light of the car. "Come on it's cold and you dont even have a jacket on." He presses.

You give in getting into Daniels passenger side of the car. He turns off the light and starts driving.

"You better have a damn explanation about whats going on. With you being out at this time of night and being at Corbyns," Daniel says sternly.

"I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone. But im out late cause he had a girl over. They where doing stuff so I left and wanted to get away," I lay my head on the window watching the houses fly by.

"Why did this bother you?" He asks looking over before looking back at the road.

"I- I don't know," I say honestly. Maybe I just wanted him myself. His hands on only my body. "I just thought that he cared."

A silence fills the car. "Hey Daniel?" He hums to show hes listening. "Can you tell me the truth about what happened to the band?" I ask.

"...I guess. It's just a touchy subject for us cause we where all brothers you know? Well one night Jack got in a fight with Corbyn and words where said. Words they didn't mean. So Jack left the band with his wife and daughter. They moved to Hawaii. And Zach he followed cause he believed it was wrong," Daniel sighs sadly. "No one has talked to them since and its been years. Corbyn still blames himself tho. But everyone's forgotten."

"What was the fight about?" I ask trying not to be to sensitive over it.

"Someone died that was close to Corbyn and Jack was rude about it. Corbyn hasn't sang since," He mentions.

Who could have caused such damage that Corbyn could no longer sing? I just drop it and look back at the road as Daniel drives.

"Why were you out this late?" I ask finding it to be a coincidence that only Corbyns friends are there to help.

"Just a late night drive," Daniel pulls into a nice house and you follow him inside. "I'll take you to school in the morning for now you can sleep in the guest room."