Hey all, so here's chapter two. Sorry its kinda short, but the good stuff is coming soon I promise. Big thanks endiahna for reviewing. Enjoy!

The next few days past without event of great notice. Warren spent his time sleeping, dreaming about Mr. Logan, eating, watching Mr. Logan eat, doing homework, daydreaming about Mr. Logan, etc., normal kid stuff. Everything was just fine, until Friday came.

Sometime late Thursday night Warren woke from a rather embarrassing dream, involving Mr. Logan… and no clothes. To clear his mind he had decided to go out for a fly. After flying around the school grounds several times, Warren at last settled down in a low tree branch and got comfortable, not yet ready to go back inside.

Next thing he knew the first class bell was ringing and he nearly fell out of the tree in surprise. Damn, now he was going to be late.

He spent the entire morning longing for lunch, mostly because he had missed breakfast, and therefore hadn't yet seen Mr. Logan that day.

Lunch finally came, and went, with no Mr. Logan. This wasn't an unheard of thing, Mr. Logan did every so often miss meals, for various reasons, but Warren still wished he could have seen him.

The afternoon was many long, monotonous hours of tedium.

At last it was his final class of the day, Biology with Professor Scott, oh joy. His only happy thought in this was that dinner was next and maybe Mr. Logan would be back.

For some reason it seemed as though Professor Scott had been paying more attention to him in the past week, and it made him uncomfortable. Not really anything big, but asking him more questions than usual, and, unless Warren was just being paranoid, the professor also seemed to hang over his shoulder to look at his work more than anyone else in the class.

Warren usually just tried his best to ignore it and fled the classroom to dinner as quickly as possible.

There it was, finally, the bell. Warren jumped to his feet and dashed for the door, his bag already packed in anticipation.

"Mr. Worthington?"

Damn! His escape thwarted Warren stopped and watched as the rest of his class filed out.

"Yes, professor?" he asked politely when they were alone.

"I just wanted to talk to you about your Albinism report," Professor Scott said, motioning for Warren to join him by his desk at the front of the room.

"Was there something wrong with it?" Warren asked quickly, afraid that there was.

"No, no, it was great," the Professor assured him, "I was just hoping to discuss it with you."

"Oh well," somehow Warren didn't think that Albinism was what the Professor wanted to talk about, but maybe he was crazy for it, "Could we maybe talk about it later? I'm sorry, but I missed lunch and I'm starved, plus I have a load of homework tonight," Warren began to back away slowly, he really didn't like not being able to see Professor Scott's eyes, it made reading his emotions a lot harder.

"I like you, Warren," Professor Scott said suddenly.

"P-professor?" Warren stuttered, surprised, confused and a little scared, his face very red.

Warren trembled slightly, "I'm sorry Professor," he said quietly, "My heart already belongs to someone else."

"I want you," his voice was low, deep, and dangerous, as he suddenly shoved Warren back against the wall, "And I get what I want young man," he hissed, then he leaned forward and attacked Warren's lips with his own, kissing him so hard that his lips bruised.

Warren gasped and began to struggle, nearly choking on Scott's tongue. Finally he managed to break free and he ran. He ran as fast as he could, right past the Dining Hall, and out of the front doors, spreading his wings as he ran.

Once airborne he flew in huge circles around and around the school ground, so high up he was practically in the clouds. His mind was whirling; Professor Scott had just kissed him!

A kiss, his first kiss! In all of his fantasies about how it would happen, it had never been like that. He'd always imagined it as being slow and sweet, not… not violent and painful like that had been, and never from Professor Scott!

His lips still throbbed, he could still taste Professor Scott, and it made him want to throw up. After several minutes of flying, the memory revolving around and around in his head, he landed and did throw up.

Once he was done he curled up in the top most branch a tall tree and wrapping his arms around himself, he began to cry.