Cole Dean Hampshir
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184your pov: I'm just the quiet student, no friends, no one i really talk to. I'm a straight A's student in Harvard, though i stay in the back, head down, hoodie always over my head, it's a full scholarship otherwise i wouldn't be here. i couldn't afford it. my clothes are always the same, a switch between my three black hoodies, my two black leggings and my one denim jeans. no one notices me, how could they when i make sure to stay as invisible as possible. but then theres him.... the popular, young looking, teacher. all girls drool over him, flicking their hair and batting their eyelashes. the teacher who always pulls me aside at lunch, bringing an extra portion, makes me stay late to help him prepare the next class for tomorrow... we share a secret.... a secret no one can know about, but its not what everyone thinks... he's my neighbor and he knows what my home is like. the pretty house that holds the most darkest nightmare. my abusive father. he has seen my bruises and blood. but he always tends to them so gently, despite his stoic face.
Cole's pov: its always the same. i saw it often enough. the quiet, perfect student, withdrawn, smiling as if no bad in the world existed. but that's not who you are... abused, maintaining the facade that everything is perfect, the fake polite smile. i do everything i legally can, but if someone knew, I'd get in trouble. I'm your teacher... but those feelings linger, so as long as we're alone I'll be your rock, your safety place. the kindness and platonic love you have never experienced, though the lines i drew for us seem to blurre more and more.
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