Hey I know it's been forever Sorry about that. Well I don't' have much to say except that I'm gonna be a senior this year and I'm so excited/scared Oh and I'm SO HAPPY there's a second season of MBAV out! And I didn't receive any negative feedback on Mr. A so that will go on (Not that I'd care either way really)!

Chapter 10:

Sarah gripped the doorknob tightly when she opened the door to Mr.A's classroom. The door never locked properly; she couldn't see how Mr. A could stand that. 'What was life if you couldn't lock the doors you needed?' she thought. Sarah tried to forget about it. Lately she had been developing a habit of obsessing about things like unlocked doors, wheel of fortune games, surprise parties and other things that didn't have the common element of a sense of control.

Mr. A looked up at her from a student's desk. He was grading papers and had pushed several students' desks together in order to make a sort of large table. Why he didn't just use his own desk was beyond her.

"Hey Sarah." Mr. A grinned and motioned her over with the hand that held a pack of blue post-it notes. "What do you need?"

Sarah sat down on the desk next to him. She swung her legs back and forth.

He was working on grading papers with a determination that was markedly capricious. For a second he'd appear engrossed with a paper, his body bent over the desk and with another he'd scan it and seem to put whatever grade he felt like. Mr. A smiled crookedly and looked up at her.

"Sarah?" Sarah banged her heel on the leg of the desk when she jolted up in surprise.

"Sorry, um, I need a teacher recommendation for a college I'm applying to ." She couldn't remember her reasoning for deciding to go to college but she vaguely remembered it being about feeling normal. Just like being with Mr. A felt normal. Pretending, that's what she was doing. Later she'd ask Ethan if this was such a good idea, if pretending would only hurt her more. His sense of right and wrong was far clearer than hers. She constantly found herself asking what was good and what was bad more and more often.

Mr. A sat up in his seat and pushed his papers away, "Sure! I'll do it. Don't tell the other students but secretly you're one of my favorites."

Sarah smirked. Here was a cute guy only a handful of years older than her, with warm eyes who had just told her he really liked her.

No, she had to force herself to think. Here was a history teacher. Her history teacher. Sarah handed Mr. A the teacher recommendation form. She fingered the edge of the paper. Her black nails glinted in the light.

"Sorry, I sort of spilled a drink there." She said. She kept looking at it. It bothered her so much, that small accident, another reminder that there were so many things out of her control.

"Well I'll print you another one. It looks sort of sloppy to the college professors."

"Oh." Sarah said. She felt just mildly offended. Mr. A pulled his laptop from the case on the floor. He turned it on and after a second clicked on internet explorer.

"What's the college's name?" He said. Sarah jolted again. She got off the desk and leaned over him to see the screen. She smelled coffee beans. Reaching over his hand and feeling his watch her, she typed in the web address.

"I have cousin that goes there. Richard. Engineering major." Mr. A said. His breath fluttered through her hair. Sarah turned around.

"That's cool. Does he like it?" She said. His face was inches away from her; he was all she could see.

"Yeah…he did." Mr. A hesitated. He looked away. She could see the light break up the green in his eyes. He smiled faintly and shifted in his seat.

"I'll go turn on the printer."

Later

Benny was sleeping on the couch with the Xbox controller still in his hand. His mouth was slightly open; his hair was ruffled from jumping around erratically whenever he won a game. Ethan was looking at him and softly smiling. Benny looked so innocent when he was asleep. It was just the two of them that day. His mom and dad had taken Jane with them to see a play based on a children's book Jane had read. Ethan passed his finger through Benny's dark eyelashes. He traced his finger down his slim button and nose and to his mouth. He kissed it gently and smiled at Benny once more.

Ethan grabbed their paper plates soiled with pizza sauce and walked to the kitchen. The house was so still, everything was so still as if only the two of them existed. As he walked to trash can next to the fridge something caught Ethan's eye. It was a small piece of paper on the counter. He picked it up. Sarah's handwriting, large and loopy.

"Call me ASAP." She had been in his house? She must have flown in through an open window or something. Ethan sighed. He didn't feel like talking to Sarah for some reason. He wanted to stay in his little world where only Benny and he existed.

Ethan screamed. Benny had come up from behind him and grabbed his waist. Ethan lightly smacked Benny's arms. Benny planted a kiss on his cheek.

"You scared me."

"Yeah I figured." Benny put his head on Ethan's shoulder. "What do you feel like doing today?"

Ethan slipped the note in his pocket. He wasn't sure if he was doing this because the note wasn't important or because he felt some sort of guilt.

"Being with you." Ethan said. He turned around in Benny's arms. He placed his own around Benny's shoulders and looked at him. There was Benny smiling at him, loving him. He never would've imagined their friendship would take this turn but god he was happy it did. Whatever Sarah wanted could wait until later.

Summer Summer Summer! I'm so glad it's here! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I have a feeling the next one will be really interesting and a lot longer. I'm really excited for the next one!