((A/N: This is a request from my amazing partner Emolation_10
💜💜💜. I'm a smartass student in the English class where he has been designated as the student teacher while the real teacher is off doing some personal stuff. Let's see how this plays out.~))

Jackson P.O.V

I groan loudly as my alarm blares, snatching me out of a peaceful dream. It was actually a really good one that I enjoyed. It's also surprising that I remembered it, but I did wake up on my left side, so perhaps that's why. My friend Sam told me that if I sleep on my left side I'm more likely to remember my dreams. Tonight it worked.

I roll out of my bed, which is actually a giant beanbag chair. I haven't slept in a bed since I was fourteen. Now I'm seventeen and a senior in high school. I'll be graduating with my diploma and my Associate's degree in the arts. That's why a lot of my friends call me a "smart noodle."

I live on my own because my mother died last year and I couldn't stay with my grandparents because they would have to run from my dad. I didn't want that for them, so I ran instead. I couldn't let that douche-bag and his Jesus-freak whore get custody of me so I can be a built-in babysitter for her snot-nosed kids. I used to live in Florida, but now I live in Washington D.C. My grandparents still send money to me so I can actually survive and they text me to know I'm alright. It's just a few more months until I can go and visit anyway.

I throw on a Deadpool shirt and a red beanie. I don't like to go to school but with college classes at the local campus, I can't afford to miss more than two days. If I do then I fail the class. I didn't work my ass off for the last two and a half years to fail a class and miss a credit. I'm getting college for free after all.

I grab my bag from its usual corner and then I'm out the door. I don't like to waste time because having college has made me have bursts of energy that I need to be on time. Now I just use it to get to school faster. Plus college is pretty exciting because I started out much younger than the other students there.

I take morning college classes that are pretty easy. I'm a literature major so the teachers have to give me a word maximum, otherwise, I'll keep going until I feel like the ending is good enough.

When I was a freshman I turned in a story to my English teacher. He assigned a story that had a minimum word count of five-hundred words. After about a week of writing in class, I had him a printed copy of my story. It was fifteen pages long and over four-thousand words. He gave me a one-hundred and even wrote notes on the margin to prove he actually read it.

'I liked my freshman English class. He was a chill teacher and didn't really care what you did as long as you got your work done. I was probably one of his favorite students because I kept my mouth shut, unlike most of the class who couldn't go two seconds without starting a conversation.'

After three classes at the college, I walk back to the high school because it's within walking distance. I also don't have a car. I flash my student identification card to the local police officer on the campus to prove that I'm supposed to be there.

I don't bother going to lunch because I'm not hungry so I head to my English class because the teacher actually likes me. I often spend my lunch period in there and help him plan lessons or organize the room. I have nothing better to do, so why not?

When I enter his room I see that he isn't there. The door was unlocked, but he isn't here. I hope up and sit on the counter and wait for a good five minutes before the door opens. When it opens I expect to see Mr. Briand, but I don't. I see a student walk in instead. A rather well-dressed student too.

He glances up at me and seems just as surprised. It's quiet for a few moments before either of us have the confidence to say anything.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong class," he says while looking at a piece of paper.

I hop down and look at the sheet of paper. He's in the right place.

"Nope, you're here. I just normally hang out here during my lunch period and help out the teacher," I tell him with a shrug.

"Oh, okay. Well, I'm going to be a temporary teacher for the rest of the year. Your normal teacher is busy with some stuff and elected me to teach the class," he explains, setting a stack of papers on the desk.

I'm a bit jealous because he gets to teach the class and not do work. Teaching will be his grade. I would like to do that, but unfortunately, I wasn't the one chosen.

"All right. I'm Jackson, you'll see me again during seventh period,"

"Okay. My name is Marshall Fluharty. Although, I suppose you'll have to call me Mr. Fluharty,"

I roll my eyes and hop back on the counter. "Nah, I'll just call you Marshall," I say with a small smile.

'He's pretty cute. I wonder why I've never seen him around school before. We may not have any classes together, but I think I should have seen him at least a few times. It's a big campus, but faces still become familiar after seeing them enough times.'

Marshall rolls his eyes and leans against the teacher's desk, which I suppose will be his desk know. I like Mr. Briand because he's a relaxed teacher. I hope Marshall will be relaxed too, considering he's a student himself. I've never had a student teacher before, but I assume that it won't be much different.

The bell rings, dismissing my lunch. I sigh and hop down, grabbing my backpack. I leave the room and sigh, heading to my next class.

Marshall P.O.V

Jackson leaves the classroom when the bell rings. I sit at the desk and spin around in the chair a few times. A class begins to come in and instantly starts questioning why I'm here instead of the teacher. The majority of the class is girls who don't pay attention anyway.

"All right, I get it, you have questions. The teacher is away on personal business and put me in charge until he's back, which probably won't be until the beginning of next year. Sorry if you're salty about me being your new teacher, but you're stuck with me, so get over it," I explain sternly, glaring at the few students with their heads down.

Some students groan and others look sad, but there's nothing I can do about it. They are stuck with me. I don't really care though, I don't like most of the people at the school anyway.

'Not a lot of people actually like me because I stick up for myself. If they want to try and start fights they'll have a boot so far up their ass that they have to buy me a new pair of them. Most people know not to need with me.'

I give the class their assignment and tell them to be quiet while they work. They don't have any reason to talk so it should be silent. I also like it quiet. I don't enjoy when girls scream to their friends across the room or boys whisper to their girlfriends. There's no need for that.

This class is quiet for the most part, other than a few times when I had to tell some girls to stop talking or texting on their phones. The class just seems to fly by.

~~~

Marshall P.O.V

Finally, it's the last period of the day. Jackson is the first one here and chooses a seat in the back corner. He takes out a book and quietly begins reading. I assume that he is also listening to music because he has a pair of bright purple earbuds, but only one is in his left ear. That's probably just so he can continue to hear if I say anything of importance.

The rest of the class comes in being loud and rowdy. The silence that filled the room was now instantly overpowered by the conversation of other seniors. I loved when it was quiet.

'If only it was just Jackson and I. It was peaceful. There was nothing chaotic happening. It was nice.'

I look at him in the back corner and see that he is clearly frustrated. I would be too if I were trying to read in this chaos. It seems like every moment he gets more frustrated.

"Could you all please shut the fuck up?!" Jackson yells, slamming his book down on the desk.

It was actually kind of hot. He took such control, even if it should get him a detention. I don't want to give him one because honestly, I would do the same thing.

The room goes quiet. Everyone stares at him. He glares at almost everyone who gives him a rude look. It's obvious that he doesn't care.

"We have a new teacher, so shut the hell up and listen to his instructions instead of running your mouths. No one gives a fuck who you had sex with, or who's pregnant now, or what your best friend did with your ass-hole of a boyfriend. Shut your fucking mouths and get your work done for once," he snaps while leaning back in his seat.

Jackson then looks at me and then directly back at his desk. He probably figures that I'll write him a referral or something, but I'm not going to.

"Are you just going to let that bitch talk to us like that?" a basic looking girl asks, looking at me for a brief moment before going back to taking a selfie.

I take her phone and put it on my desk which makes her snap in defense, saying, "Hey! That's my phone!"

I roll my eyes and tell her to calm down and she'll get it by the end of the class. I notice Jackson laugh a little from his seat. I found it funny as well but didn't laugh.

"This is my classroom for the rest of the year so it's my rules. I see your phone for anything else besides music, I take it. I also like it quiet, so it will stay this way or you'll be in detention."

I realize that I must sound harsh, but this period has been getting on my nerves since they walked it. Well, most of the period anyway.

I give them their assignment and most groan. Jackson, however, gets right to work and is done by the time the others stop whining. It was an easy assignment, but he still got it done fast. He goes back to his seat and takes out a sketchbook.

'I suppose that's fine if he's done with his work. It's not like it's distracting anyone. They all seem to be working quietly, just like they should be.'

The bell eventually rings after what seems like an eternity. Everyone else shuffles out, but Jackson takes his time. It's not like he has anywhere to be. The day is over.

After everyone leaves, I walk up to him and glances at his sketchbook. The people he draws are quite interesting but are mostly portraits. I wonder why that is.

"Thank you for quieting the class," I say, actually liking the fact that most of them listened to him.

"It was nothing. I just got irritated because I was trying to read. This class never shuts up. Besides, I figured you'd write me up or something," he replies, throwing his bag on.

I shrug. "To be honest, I probably would have done the same thing. They were much too loud. If you didn't do that I'd have eventually," I say, knowing that I would get to that point, probably sooner rather than later.

He shrugs and walks to the door before stopping and looking back. I'm not exactly sure what he's doing at first, but then I see him move out of the view of the door's window.

"What are you doing?" I ask, being a bit confused.

He glances back at the window. "Sorry, I saw someone that I'd rather avoid. I'll see you tomorrow," he says while leaving.

I wave a little bit before he disappears around the corner and down the stairs. I let out a sigh and lean against the frame of the door.

'This is going to be a long rest of the year.'

~~~

Jackson P.O.V

I walk down the street after my college classes. It's a bit tedious because the classes are long and not much happens, but high school keeps me on my toes. There's a fight almost every day and there's always drama going around. It just keeps things interesting when the rest of my day is boring.

While I do enjoy a bit of drama, I prefer it to be during lunch or free periods. I like to learn during my classes, not deal with other people's petty problems. It's just distracting and irritating during that time.

I go to three of my high school classes before finally getting to my English period. I didn't go to English during lunch because I figure that Marshall won't want me there. So I end up waiting.

Finally, I enter the class. I'm the first one here and I'm honestly glad. I don't like to have other people in the room. I'd prefer it just be me and Marshall.

'It's peaceful when those other hoes aren't here. It's quiet and I'm able to concentrate. I wish they'd all disappear.'

Just as I finish my thought the rest of the class starts to come in. I sigh pretty loudly and cross my arms. One of the football players purposefully knocks my book off the desk. I growl at him as I pick it up and hit him in the back of the knee with it, making his leg crumble from the weight of the book. He topples to the ground and huffs as he gets up. I can't help but snicker at my seat.

I glance up at Marshall and see him snicker too. He probably doesn't like the jocks either. The other jocks and their girlfriends glare at me from their seats, but I don't care. The girls will choke on their dicks eventually and the guys will overdose on steroids. Then the world will no longer have to deal with their ignorance.

Marshall gives us our assignment, which is to write a poem. I don't always write poetry but I do every once in a while. I can't say that it's my favorite, but I don't hate it either. I quickly begin to write down the poem forming in my mind.

Since the day we met, I haven't gotten Marshall off my mind. I don't know why. It just happened. I feel like this poem may be inspired by him. I just hope he likes it.

I turn in my poem and return to my seat. There's nothing else to do so I read my book and wait for class to end.

Marshall P.O.V

Jackson turned in his poem rather quickly. I have nothing better to do, so I decide to read it.

The moon shines brightly past the stars.
There are no airplanes or blaring horns or cars.
But one star stands out.
It's bright without a doubt.
I want to know why,
It's only one star in the sky.
It's just us tonight.
It's only you I have in my sight.
You make me so curious.
Do I want a fling or something serious?
You interest me.
Most definitely.
Perhaps it's too soon to tell,
Or maybe I'm stuck in a past hell.
I am far from certain.
Baby, please don't close the curtain.
I want to see that star, because right now,
It doesn't seem so far.

I read the poem a few more times to try and decode what it's about. Although it could just be something random. Perhaps Jackson is just good with words and scribbled some things down. Or perhaps it actually has a meaning.

'Perhaps he'd rather be alone somewhere where it's quiet. Or maybe he's struggling with emotions but can't talk to anyone about it. Whatever it is, I'm curious.'

I can't stop thinking about Jackson for the rest of the class. A few other students turn in their poems but I don't bother reading them at the moment. There's someone else I'm focused on.

The final bell rings, dismissing students from the campus. I ask Jackson to hang back for a few moments after class and a few other students snicker. I have the sudden urge to throw a textbook at them but don't.

Jackson P.O.V

I'm a bit confused as to why Marshall would ask me to stay after class. I didn't do anything wrong or disrupt anyone, so why would I need to stay?

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble or anything like that. I just wanted to talk to you about your poem," Marshall explains, putting my mind to rest.

"Okay. What about my poem?" I ask, sitting down at a desk that's close to his.

"Well, you titled your poem "Stars", but this clearly isn't about them. There's a topic that takes over, but you choose to tie in the stars at the end. Why did you change the topic from the stars to being unsure of what you want from a relationship?"

I go quiet for a few moments. I don't know how to answer him. For once I'm stumped. I'm just not sure what to do.

'I don't want to let him know that it was because I like him. It's only been a few days. He'd think it's weird and probably try to avoid me during class. I don't want that.'

I can't think of a good excuse and it's been well over a minute by now. It's like my brain wants me to tell him the truth, yet is scared to.

"Well, um... I was just thinking about how I felt about someone and what I would want if I was in a relationship with them... But I'm not, so I guess it doesn't really matter," I explain, rubbing the back of my neck because this whole situation is awkward.

"So you're single? I know that struggle," Marshall says, unintentionally telling me something I would eventually want to know.

"Yeah. A couple months ago I was dating a guy, but that didn't work out." I admit, having no shame in my sexuality.

Marshall shrugs. "I've dated my fair share of girls, but that didn't work out. Lately, I've been leaning more towards guys,"

Then it suddenly hits me how awkward it would be to talk about this with a teacher. But I actually feel kind of comfortable. Marshall isn't an actual teacher, he's a student just like the rest of us. He just gets graded by teaching us. He's still a student. That's why it's comfortable.

"That's cool. I've tried dating girls before but, I don't know. It just doesn't normally work out," I say, being honest because the girls I have dated have been hoes who didn't care about my feelings.

"Yeah, I know that feeling."

It seems like we would have a lot in common and probably be good friends. I would like to be friends with Marshall. He seems cool.

After a few more minutes of talking about the struggles of being single, I decided that I need to get home. We say our goodbyes and then go our separate ways.

~~~

Jackson P.O.V

Marshall has been teaching my English class for a couple months now. I know that I'm crushing on him, hard. Unfortunately now he has a mob of fangirls that swoon for him. He doesn't acknowledge them and actually hates a lot of them, but I still feel like I don't have much of a chance.

We talk after school most days and eventually exchange numbers, but I don't know. Sometimes I just feel like my feelings towards him aren't mutual. I'll have to tell him, and if they aren't then I'll just move on, after a while.

The final bell rings and I wait for everyone else to leave. Why I'm doing this today, I'm not quite sure. I suppose I just want to get it over with.

Marshall notices that I don't leave but doesn't say anything at first. He probably thinks that we're going to have one of our normal afternoon chats. Although it's basically what I'm planning it's not the same.

"Is something on your mind?" he asks, leaning against his desk in a way that I can't help but find attractive.

I take a deep breath. "I um... I have feelings for you. And I know that's probably weird because you are my teacher now and stuff like that but I frankly don't give a flying fuck. I don't know if you're interested, but if you are I'd like to give it a try because I really like you and you light up my day without even trying and-," I stop myself for a moment. "I'm rambling on..."

"No, you're not. I think it's cute and I'd love to be in a relationship with you," Marshall replies, pulling me into a hug.

I blush a light red from the close contact and hug back. I enjoy the hug because it feels nice. Plus I wasn't rejected horribly and set into a downward spiral of depressing loneliness.

I can't help but smile. The fact that confessing my feelings actually worked is surprising. I've tried with other people before but normally it doesn't work. Rejection is something I don't exactly take well and if Marshall had rejected me I know it wouldn't have been good.

Marshall makes me happy, no one else really does that the way he does. Just getting a text from him after school makes me smile. I'm happy with friends, but I still need the happiness a romantic relationship can give. Marshall gives me that.

We break the hug after a few moments. We're both smiling and I think Marshall looks really cute. His smile makes me smile, but I don't get to see it that often during class because the class is full of people we both hate. It's unfortunate really.

"So, now that we're a couple, do you want to go do something couples do? Like coffee or a movie or something like that?" he asks, probably just wanting to get off campus and spend some real time together.

I nod. "Sure, coffee sounds nice," I reply, grabbing my bag.

We walk out and down the stairs around the corner of the wall. I slide down the rail with ease, waiting at the bottom until Marshall walks down. I like sliding when a lot of people aren't around. It's easier because once I was pushed on the lowest rail and fell a few feet to concrete. It didn't hurt too bad, but the person who pushed me definitely felt the pain.

We walk to the nearest coffee shop, which is only a couple of streets away. It's a Starbucks so there's a lot of basic white girls, but the coffee is still good. We both order our favorite drinks and take a table in the back.

We drink our coffee and it's quiet for a little while. There doesn't have to be talking. It's nice just being together. Of course, a few people stare because they can't control themselves because we're holding hands. I'm tempted to flip them off, but I decide not to because I'd rather not get kicked out of Starbucks.

"Don't mind them, Hun. If they have a problem with it then oh well," Marshall says, noticing that I glare at most of the people looking at us.

"Sorry, it just pisses me off that they won't stop staring. They should mind their own business," I reply, looking back down at the table.

We talk for a little while about what we like to do outside of school and stuff like that. I really like Marshall. We also have interests in the same types of things. I could see myself being in a successful relationship with him.

'We'll just have to wait and see.'

~~~

Marshall P.O.V

Jackson and I are still dating. I'm happy about it. I really like him and hope it ends well. I don't want anyone else but him. He's the one I want.

Lately, Jackson has been more distant in class. It's not that he isn't getting his work done, because he does. It's like he doesn't want to be around people at all. I want to know why, but I feel like if I ask I'll be like the vague teachers who can't see what's going on right in front of them.

I sit at my desk while the class does their work. I glance up occasionally to see the new boy, one that transferred to the class a month or so ago, getting very close to Jackson. He seems uncomfortable with the close contact.

Now that I see this, I realize that Jackson never liked being around him. He's been avoiding him at all costs. Now I'm curious as to why.

I look up again when I hear something heavy hit the floor. It was the boy, Justin I think, on the floor. Jackson had pushed him off for whatever reason. Now the entire class was staring.

Jackson quickly got up from his seat, collecting his things before running out the door. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. I put a quiet and well-behaved student in charge while I go off to find him. I also tell them to make sure Justin doesn't move.

I start down the stairs and look down, just catching a glimpse of him hopping off the rail. I sigh and keep going. To me it's obvious that he's going somewhere to think, I just don't know where that is.

I follow from a distance before we ultimately reach the roof of one of the buildings. Hardly anyone is in there and no one notices anything at this school anyway.

I see him sitting close to the ledge and can feel my heart beat fast. I don't want anything bad to happen while we're up here. I slowly make my way towards him and sit down. He doesn't look up.

"Hey, what'cha' doin' up here?" I ask softly, glancing down over the edge for a moment.

"I'm getting away from the pile of trash on the floor that groped me,"

Now I am very pissed off. If he groped my boyfriend I will personally kick his ass into next week where he will no longer be in my class. I will not tolerate that happening to my boyfriend.

"He groped you?" I ask, just to make sure.

"Yeah. He's the ex that I've been avoiding. He's a mentally abusive ass-hole who's overly sexual with me. He sits behind me in your class now because he moved his desk and was trying to get all touchy with me. I threw him on the floor when he groped my crotch," he explains, only making my hatred for his ex rise.

'I should kill that little fucker. No one gropes my boyfriend and doesn't lose something they hold dearly. For him, it should be his life. He probably doesn't care about it that much anyway, so I should take it and throw it in the trash where it belongs.'

Jackson looks down over the edge again. I sigh and pull him close, away from the edge. I don't have a good feeling about him being that close so I won't let him be. I care too much to let anything like that happen.

"Don't worry, Hun. I'll kick his ass into next week for you," I say, making him smile ever so slightly, but anything counts.

We get up off the roof and walk back to class. Jackson is reluctant to go in, and for good reason. I tell him to wait outside while I go back in. The class is almost over, but there's still a good fifteen minutes left.

I glare at Justin. "You, outside. Now," I say sternly.

He rolls his eyes at me, pissing me off even further. I don't take attitudes from guys like him. The only thing they get is my foot up their ass.

"Get the fuck out of my classroom. Don't make me ask twice," I growl, making the whole class fall silent.

He still doesn't move an inch. I decide that his time is up and dump him out of his desk by flipping it onto the side. He huffs and hops up like he's going to fight, but I already have him by the ear before he can even try.

I drag him outside where Jackson is waiting and shove him down the flights of stairs. He doesn't fall because he grabs on to the railing. It's not like I actually cared about his safety anyway.

He gets dragged to the office by yours truly and is placed at the feet of the principal and dean. They both look confused as to why I've brought him.

"He inappropriately touched another student against their will. I want him out of my class, period. I don't want him at all. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior and the school shouldn't either," I explain, letting them know just how serious this is.

They glance at him and then at each other. It's like they're not sure what to do with him. I let out a low growl of frustration.

"He is sexually harassing one of my students and groped his crotch! Expel him before he tries to do something else without consent!" I yell, being very angry, mostly because it was my boyfriend getting groped.

Justin remains quiet as they discuss what to do with him. They suspend him for a week and will have to have a deeper discussion about his full punishment later. It's not exactly what I wanted, but it's good enough for now.

I walk back to class right as the bell rings. Everyone rushes out and is ready to leave. Jackson is leaning against the railing of the stairs and waiting for me. He looks a bit upset, which is understandable. I would be too if I got groped by my ex.

I hug him tightly as we walk down the stairs. I want him to feel safe, not like he has to watch the people around him to make sure he won't be violated.

We walk back to Jackson's apartment because he lives alone and said he would be more comfortable. As soon as we enter he has disappeared into a beanbag chair that is very large. I flop down next to him and realize just how comfortable the large mass is.

I pull him close and we just stay that way for a while. It's comfortable and I know that it helps him feel better.

'I wanted to continue to kick Justin's ass, but if he gets expelled then I won't have to worry about him harassing Jackson. Although I'll probably end up kicking his ass on the street later. That should teach him a lesson.'

We stay that way until we fall asleep. We've both had a long day and sleep is a good thing. It's also better when you do it with someone you love. It feels natural. It just feels right.

'This feels like it should always be something we do and I'm happy it does. There's no one else I'd rather fall asleep with, wake up with, or share my heart with. Jackson is the one I want. No one is going to change that. I've found the man I love and I'm not going to let him go.'

~~~

Jackson P.O.V

I wake up with my head on Marshall's chest. He's still asleep. I can't help but smile. He makes me happy and I wouldn't want to be without him.

I honestly can't imagine my self with anyone else. Marshall is the only one I want. I would be a complete wreck without him. I don't want to lose him at all.

'I love him. It's a bit quick, but I do. This is the first time I've felt real, true love. I wouldn't want to feel it with anyone else.'

Marshall slowly starts waking up and smiles when he sees me. I smile too and hug him close. He makes me happy just by being here and I don't want that feeling to go away.

"I love you, Marshall," I say softly, kissing him gently.

"I love you too, Jackson," he replies, kissing me softly.

I know that my face is a bit red, but I don't care. I'm happy. I wouldn't want things any other way. This is just the way things should be. As long as I'm with Jackson things will be perfect, no matter what.

~~~

Jackson P.O.V

Senior year came and went. It was the fastest year of my high school career, but it was definitely the best year. I met the love of my life. I wouldn't change a thing.

Marshall and I moved into an apartment together. The thing I like most about it is waking up every morning next to the one I love. That makes everything perfect. I wouldn't care where we were or what we were doing, as long as we're together.

There's no one is rather be with. We are a perfect match and nothing is going to change that. I will love Marshall, from now until the end of time.

I stretch as I roll out of bed. I still have the beanbag, but we mostly just cuddle and watch movies on it now. Occasionally we'll fall asleep there, but for the most part, we sleep in the bed.

Marshall is still asleep. Neither of us are morning people, but I usually tend to wake up kind of early anyway. I smile when I see him because he's adorable when he sleeps.

After a few moments, he stretches as he awakens from his slumber. I smile as he kisses my cheek.

"Morning, Love~," he says with a soft purr.

"Morning, Hun~," I reply, poking his nose.

We both get up and head to the kitchen for some breakfast. I get out the waffle iron to make some waffles because I know Marshall loves them.

I'm about to start making the batter when I feel Marshall hug my waist. I can't help but smile. We sway back and forth for a moment, just enjoying the morning and each other's company. I hum softly in happiness as I feel him kiss my neck the way that cute couples do.

If we were in a competition for cutest couple moments, this moment would be number one. It's so sweet and cute that it would give people type two diabetes. But we don't mind that we're a cute couple. We actually like being fluffy and cute. It's just how our relationship is.

"I love you," Marshall says after a few more moments of swaying.

"I love you too."