Letters to Teacher

Chapter Three

Dean wished he could say that he ended the conversation after the first one. But school had been back in session for a month and he was still talking to the mysterious student. They talked for hours every night. Dean wanted to tell him they couldn't talk anymore but he couldn't do that. He liked this guy, student or not.

You are going to hell.

You are going to lose your job.

Dean knew all of this was a bad idea but he couldn't stop. They were just talking ... at first. Soon, getting to know each other turned into personal details about themselves. Before he knew it, they were talking in a way in which a student and teacher should not be talking. Dean had yelled at himself internally a few times after a steamy chat session left him breathless and in desperate need of a shower.

You are definitely going to hell.

Captain.spock.333: Hey.

Impalarock67: Hey.

Captain.spock.333: What are you doing?

Impalarock67: Watching some cheesy movie on tv. Wishing you were here to watch it with me.

Captain.spock.333: We need to talk about something.

Dean sat up on his couch, gripping his phone in his hand. This could be good or it could be bad. Though, even if it were good, it could still end up being very bad.

Impalarock67: What's going on?

Captain.spock.333: My family is moving away.

Impalarock67: What? When?

Captain.cpock.333: A week. My dad got a new job, a really good one. He couldn't say no.

Impalarock67: Do you have to go with them?

Impalarock67: You are almost done with your senior year. You can't leave now.

Captain.spock.333: My mom found a way for me to finish all my classes online.

Impalarock67: There is no way you can stay?

Captain.spock.333: We have no other family in the area.

Captain.spock.333: It's a great opportunity for my dad.

Captain.spock.333: But that is not the hard part in all this.

Impalarock67: What is the hard part?

Captain.spock.333: I have to say goodbye to you.

Impalarock67: We can still talk. I mean, that is all we do now anyways.

Captain.spock.333: I am going to delete my account.

Impalarock67: What? Why?

Captain.spock.333: Because I can't do this anymore.

Impalarock67: You can't talk to me anymore?

Captain.spock.333: No. I can't keep pretending that i am not in love with you.

Captain.spock.333: I need to let you go. Move on. I can't be happy somewhere else if I am holding on to you.

Impalarock67: You can't do this to me.

Captain.spock.333: It's all going to work out. I am just happy I got to know you.

Impalarock67: Meet me. In person. Meet me somewhere. It can be public if you want.

Captain.spock.333: I don't think that is such a good idea.

Impalarock67: What have you got to lose? Really?

Captain.spock.333: You.

Impalarock67: You are already losing me. So, really, what do you have to lose?

Captain.spock.333: The image you have of me.

Impalarock67: I love you.

Captain.spock.333: Don't say that. You don't mean it.

Impalarock67: You don't get to tell me what I mean anymore.

Impalarock67: Do you know where Hangman's Bluff is?

Captain.spock.333: Yeah. Why?

Impalarock67: I am going to be there. Tomorrow night. 7pm.

Captain.spock.333: Why are you telling me this?

Impalarock67: You are going to meet me there.

Captain.spock.333: And what if I don't?

Impalarock67: Then I guess I will know if you love me back.

Captain.spock.333: That is not fair.

Impalarock67: I am getting off here. I won't be back on. I guess I will see you if I see you.

Dean logged off.

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Dean felt horrible. He didn't mean to make this difficult. He couldn't force someone to meet him, love him, or give anything up for him. If C, that is what he called the student, short for captain, wanted to let him go so he could live his life, Dean needed to let him. But he was selfish and as stupid as it was, he was in love.

They had only been talking for a little over a month, but it was constant. From the time he got up in the morning, until he went to bed at night, they were talking. The only time they didn't talk was during his fourth period class. He tried, but still, he couldn't get a response. The kid was good at hiding, Dean had to hand it to him.

So, maybe this was mean, but it was the last chance he had. Even if they were only meeting to say goodbye, Dean needed to see him, know who had stolen his heart. He risked everything talking to this guy; didn't he deserve some answers?

Dean headed home after work, tossing aside all his grading and getting ready for the evening. It's possible that C doesn't show up and all this effort will be for nothing. But, on the chance that he shows, Dean wanted to make sure he looked good.

It was silly really. C had seen Dean a million times. He had seen him on days when he put effort into his appearance and on days when the school was lucky he put on clean clothes. He knew what he was getting; Dean, on the other hand, was going in blind. Sorta.

Dean knew who this was. He had met this kid and seen him almost every day. But he tried hard not to pick who he thought it would be. He did not want to put a face to his mystery man, unless it was his actual face.

Dean showered, shaved, put on some nice clothes and then downed a shot of whiskey. He didn't need to be drunk for this but he needed a little extra courage. He risked a lot with the relationship they had already, but this, if people found out, could end his career.

Once he felt he could do this. Dean got into his Impala and headed the two miles out of town to Hangman's Bluff. Even though he wasn't religious, he prayed to whoever was listening that no one else would be there. It was a Tuesday night, not prime date night.

There must be a a God. When Dean finally pulled in, it was completely empty. The sun was just starting to set and it was perfect. If Dean wasn't so nervous and this didn't have the potential to go badly, this would be the perfect spot for a first date.

Dean killed the engine and got out of the car. He was sure he would be noticeable, but sitting in his car waiting almost felt creepy. He moved around to the back of the car and leaned against it. All he had to do now was wait.