Bipolar (Scott x Vincent)

Part Two

Mr Schmidt's (Mike's) P.O.V
It was my first week teaching in a high school. I taught ninth grade science.

I sat at my desk reading a copy of "50 shades of grey" it was pretty much my favorite novel. I've read it over 20 times most likely. Just then I closed it and put it away quickly as my first period class came in.
Out of all of the kids my eyes locked on this one kid...I think his name was Vincent and he was actually supposed to be in eighth grade. He was wearing this somewhat tight shirt that showed off how fucking skinny he was. I examined him up and down, not even caring that it came off as perverted.

(((((((time skip---End of class))))))

"Hey Vincent. Can I speak to you for a second?" I ask as the bell rings.
"Um...uh yeah I guess..." He says shyly and walks over to my desk. I stand up and look down at him. Our faces were extremely close as I see the fear in his eyes.
"You have a nice body for a boy~" I purr and grab his waist.
"W-W-What?!" He stutters in complete terror and tries to struggle away.
"Shhh~" I put my left hand over his mouth.
"M-Mr Schmidt...Please..." He begs in a muffled tone, starting to cry. I move my hand down his body and into his pants. Grabbing his member tightly and twisting it in my hands.
"Ah!!" He moaned in pain and cried harder, collapsing to his knees and out of my grip.
I pick him up off the ground and slam him down on to the floor.
"G-Get off!!" He screams. But I put my hand over his mouth again and begin to grind on him. He starts moaning uncontrollably as I chuckle. Just as I go to take his shirt off he punches me right in the stomach.
"Shit.." I mumble and fall off of him. He immediately gets up and runs out of the classroom. Scott was right out there waiting for him.

Scotts P.O.V
Vincent runs out of Mr Schmidt's class hysterical crying.
"Vincent...Vincent sweetie what's wrong?!" I ask extremely concerned as I wrap my arms around him quickly.
"M-M-Mr....Schmidt....t-t-tried t-to r-r-rape me!" He cries extremely hard into my shoulder while trembling.
My eyes widen in disbelief as I look through the small window on the door. Mr Schmidt's glaring out through it and before I know it he's running towards the door...he's gonna come out of his classroom.
Oh shit...is the only thought that popped into my head at that moment.