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Marco and Aaron were walking to the bus stop together. Marco suddenly looked at him, with that same wicked grin.
"Come on man, i know you werent pissing earlier."
Aaron was speechless, unsure of what to say.
"Oh my god, I knew it! You were fucking jerking off!" Marco almost yelled.
"Dont say it that loud asshole!" Aaron hissed back. Luckily there werent allot of people standing with them.
"Ohhh so you aren't denying it." Marco answered more silent than earlier. Aaron knew he couldnt deny it anymore.
"Okay I did, and so what?" He snapped.
"Oh my. Because of Mr Lane right?" Marco grinned cheekily.
"Yeah..." Aaron responded, his voice barely above whisper.
"I had to think back to the dream, where we... well you know, made out." Aaron continued still speaking quietly.
"Ohhh makes sense yeah."
"Uhm...speaking of the devil." Marco informed Aaron, pointing at Mr Lane walking in their direction, which was the same as his motorcycle.
"Hey guys." Cillian started. "Aaron, I wanted to tell you that, you can always talk to me if you are getting made fun of or bullied by your classmates."
He now put a hand on the boys shoulder, that jumped under his touch, as if it had burned him, but still allowing his hand sit on his shoulder. It made him feel strangely warm, which was weird because it was the start of November.
"I know how to handle with someone in that situation." Mr Lane finished speeking, sounding on the verge of bawling his eyes out.
"Thank you so much. What do mean you know how to handle it?"
"Oh uhm...my little brother was bullied in school." He could feel himself tear up.
"Oh poor him. Is he better now?" Aaron asked his teacher who clearly felt upset.
"Sadly he took his own life seven years ago. But yeah i think he feels better like this than at school." His emotions took over, inhaling sharply through his nose as he wiped his wet eyes.
Without thinking Aaron grabbed Mr Lanes hand, now it was no longer on his shoulder but in his hand. "Im sorry to hear that. Im sure he misses you allot you seem like youve been a great older brother to him."
With a shaky voice Cillian thanked him.
Aaron wiped away a tear on the mans cheek.
"Oh my god. Im so sorry I wasnt thinking." He apologised and let go of his hand.
"Dont worry, thank so much you for comforting me, it means allot."
"Your welcome, Mr Lane."
"Just call me Cillian out of school, it fine."
This made him think back to his dream, thankfully he could pull himself together.
He looked away, turning his head to the side, eyes wide, scratching the back of his head. He was clearly flustered. For some reason Cillian found it amusing seeing him like this.
"Alrighty, I got to go it was nice talking to you. If something happens or if you need to talk about something, just text me."
"Uhm...okay, how can i reach you though?"
"Oh right, my bad." He mumbled angrily.
He pulled out a piece of paper and a broken one that barely worked, he started writing something, it looked like numbers. Finally he handed it over.
"There ya go."
"Whats tha-"
"My number, and incase you lose it, you probably know were I live." The man had interrupted him.
Aaron tried to act nonchalant, atleast until his teacher was walking away.
They said goodbye to each other.
The second Cillian wasnt looking,Aarons jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes so wide open that Marco, who witnessed all of it, was scared that his eyes may pop out. He stared at the paper like he just found one million euros.
Aaron observed Cillian as he walked to his wine red motorcycle. Mr Lane put on his red-brownish jacket, now you could no longer see his usual draker gray polo shirt. His black hair, which looked strangely blue in sunlight, was attacked by the whistling November wind.
Cillian put on his blue helmet, it was azure to be exact, Aarons favourite colour.
His teacher drove off shooting his students one last warm and sweet glance, especially to Aaron.
"What. Did. Just. Fucking. Happen." Marco blurted out, still being in some kind of shock.
Aaron still couldn't believe this himself.
"I dont fucking know, but I have his fucking number." Aaron mumled excitedly, smiling so hard his cheeks started feeling sore.
"Omg omg omg. Im tweaking." Aaron added, speaking quick.
"Me too bro, me too."
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