[MinxVeren]

Zeke looked over his syllabus that was placed in his hands, wondering what work he had to do. He had felt shy each time the man known as the teacher had looked his way. He had felt a strange attraction to him but had kept that to himself. He did not know but soon he would be able to express his emotions. He had looked in his book bag and had taken out a pen, scribbling down what he wanted to remember. He had wanted to be the one that the teacher had looked at but he knew that the teacher had better things to do than look at him.