As the sun rose in Greencok, Sam Nixon rubbed his head. He was due to start his new job today as Head of English at Waterloo Road, which was run by his old science teacher Michael Byrne. Sam was 24, and had been teaching for a year at Havelock High. As he pulled up half an hour later, the sight that met him was not a pretty one. Kids were loitering about, waiting for the school day. A man in a sharp suit with blonde hair stood over them, his eyes fixed on a group of boisterous year 12's. Sam studied the man, before heading towards him. "Mr Nixon" the man stated, his accent still as thick as Sam remembered. "Mr Byrne" Sam grinned. "I never thought I'd see you as a teacher!" chuckled Michael, leading Sam into the school. He was introduced to three members of staff-Tom Clarkson, who would be his second-in-charge, Christine Mulgrew, the Head of Co-Educational Services and Nikki Boston, the Head of the PRU. A student walked past, patting Tom on the back and calling him "Dad". Sam noticed how cute he looked and couldn't resist grinning. "Oh, Josh, this is Mr. Nixon, the new Head of English!" Tom called after him. Josh turned round and smiled at Sam, and Sam sheepishly grinned back. "Right, once more unto the breech" sighed Michael as the bell rang, signalling the start of the school day.
Two hours in, and Sam had his first year 12 class. It was made up of a mix of pupils, Connor Mulgrew, Christine's son, Kevin Chalk, the brainbox and, to Sam's secret delight, Josh. "Now, can anyone tell me the significance of Ariel's request for freedom in The Tempest?" Sam asked. "He wished to be free, just as many people did in Shakespeare's day. Therefore, Shakespeare was saying that if you wish for something continually, you might just get it" answered Josh. "Yes, well done" Sam smiled. God, Josh was cute when he was being clever. As the bell rang, Josh stayed behind to help Sam clear up the room. "You can go, you know" Sam chuckled. "Nah, I've got a free period anyway" responded Josh. It was only now that Sam noticed Josh's shirt was untucked and the buttons at the bottom undone, allowing a view of his trail. Sam noticed that he had a very noticeable tent in his jeans and turned away. Josh had noticed this and ran his hand up his shirt, observing Sam's pert ass. He left the room, not before leaving a note for Sam, whose jaw dropped when he read it:
Mr Nixon,
I know you want me.
JS.
Sam looked at the note in shock. He needed to sort this out-now...