Jean Paul was bored out of his mind.
He'd just finished marking his three hundred and seventy eighth paper when there was a timid knock at the door.
He asked them to come in; half hoping it might be Bobby if only because a fight would be less painful than this.
In stepped Victor Borkowski, his camouflage ability half-blending him into his surroundings.
"Ah, Victor, what can I do for you?"
He blushed and fell a little bit more out of visibility. He pushed the door shut with a click and then rung his hands. "Mr. Beaubier," students always butchered his name, "I-I think I'm gay."
Jean Paul deflated. Why did people always saddle it with an 'I think', nine times out of ten, they were pretty certain.
A wicked idea crept into his head. It was probably illegal, but Jean Paul didn't care.
"Well, Victor," he stood up, "Let's help you dispel any doubts."
He ripped off his shirt, exposing his perfectly defined six pack to the boy.
Victor blinked.
And stared.
And stared.
And stared.
And stared.
Jean Paul tried clicking in front of the boy's face but it didn't work.
Good god, he was actually drooling. Surely, Jean Paul had had more control than that at his age. How on earth had Victor ever passed for hetero?
Jean Paul reached down for his shirt and he actually saw Victor's face fall.
"I think there's no doubt, Victor," he said, pushing him out of his office, "You're definitely gay."
Lots of people will probably talk about child molestation or whatever, but I really didn't want to portray anything like that. It's just meant to be fun.