Nathan's been acting weird all day. I went to his classroom during my break time and he ignored me! He told me to leave him alone for a while, even after I offered him an under-the-desk blowjob.

"Are you sure he's been that bad? It doesn't seem like him to refuse a blowjob," Lacey says, her voice showing how confused she is.

"I know! He's acting strange. I'm still going to his house after school so I'll ask him about it then," I tell her while I eat my slice of pizza.

"Well in lighter news," she says, "Thomas has been texting me back." I gave Lacey his number after she followed him on Instagram and fell in love with his abs.

"Is that the sound of wedding bells I hear?" I tease. Lacey rolls her eyes but I still see a faint blush on her cheeks.

"We haven't been talking for long, and I don't want a relationship with him."

"What do you want from him?"

"Sex I guess, he's really hot and he's already told me he's up for vanilla sex. But I feel bad because he's into bdsm and I'm not," she explains.

"Well you're definitely in need for some sex sooner or later. How long has it been now?" I ask while pretending the think about it.

"It's only been a week!"

"Well I had sex two days ago, so I win."

"Bitch," she grumbles and stands up as the bell rings to say our lunch is over.

"Shit, I didn't get a chance to have a tab," I say as I head for the back doors where I can smoke.

"You're going to be late," Lacey shouts as she leaves me to go to her lesson.

It doesn't matter if I'm a few minutes late, I'd rather be there later than usual than be there craving a smoke. Once I'm outside I light my cigarette and lean my back up against the wall.

"You're going to be late for lesson." I hear a woman's voice say from beside me. I look over and see Mrs Willow in her usual short dress and high heels. I can't help my eyes from wandering over her chest and down her legs.

"I won't be too late," I reply and take another drag.

"I'll have to put you in detention with me if you don't go now," she says suavely, her body getting close to mine and her teeth holding her bottom lip. Memories of me and her fucking on her desk flood my mind. I think it was six different detentions where we had sex.

"Sorry Miss, I've got a boyfriend." I smile and put out the cigarette. She rolls her eyes and leans closer to me anyways. I put my hand out on her chest and push her back gently. I walk around her and hear her sigh loudly.

The rest of the school day goes by quite quickly, I zone out quite a few times thinking about what I'm going to say to Nathan tonight. I need to know why he's been acting so strange. I tried to text him last night but he wasn't replying as quickly as he usually does and it didn't seem like he wanted to be talking to me. He played it off with being tired but I know him well enough by now to know he was lying.

"Hey," I say carefully as I walk into his classroom at the end of the day. He looks up from his desk and gives me a weak smile.

"Hey, how's your day been?" He asks as he starts to gather his things.

"It's been okay. Are you alright?" I ask him straight away, "you've been acting weird."

"Let's talk about this later-"

"No! We need to talk about this now," I say sternly. Nathan sighs and sits back down, his head in his hands.

"This isn't working out."

My body tenses up. My heart feels like it's being squeezed and my lungs don't seem to work anymore. My eyes scan his face, hoping to see a sign that he's joking. He has to be joking.

"It's not working out between us. You want more than I can give you. I'm just not the right man, or dominant, for you."

"You... you can't do this to me. Everything was fine! What changed?"

"The night we had boyfriend sex, I got overwhelmed. I can't have a real relationship, I've had too many relationships go to shit because of me so I'm not letting that happen to you. Go find yourself another Dom who can love you," he says, his eyes never meeting mine. I open my mouth to argue but no words come out. I can feel anger building up inside me but it's soon covered over by an overwhelming amount of sadness. A tear falls downs my face and my hands start to shake as he puts his things into his bag.

"Please Nathan," I beg, my voice cracking. He pushes his glasses up his nose as he stands up and pulls me into a hug. My hands hold onto his suit jacket as I sob into his shoulder.

"I can't be with you Cole, I can't love you." He lets go of me and heads towards the door to leave.

"No! You're being so selfish! I have feelings too!" I yell at him but he doesn't turn around. He closes the door behind him and leaves me alone in the classroom with tears streaming down my face.

He can't leave me. What will I do without him? I need him. I love him.

I'm not sure how long I cried in that classroom, but I finally calmed myself down enough to pick up my phone and make a phone call.

"Nathan broke up with me," I whisper into the receiver.

"Where are you, I'll come pick you up," Marcus says on the other end. His voice is filled with so much concern it shocks me for a second.

"I'm at the school," I reply and he hangs up. My heart aches as I leave the classroom and walk to the car park to wait for Marcus. He'll know what to do. He's so composed all the time.

It only takes ten minutes for him to show up in his car. I get in the passenger seat and open my phone to see how red my face is. A dry chuckle leaves my mouth when I see how puffy my eyes are. Marcus drives the car away from the school and to the club. After a few minutes of silence, he finally talks.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"No."

"It'll get better, but for tonight you can stay with me and cry it out," he tells me as he pulls into the clubs car park. I silently follow him up to his flat above the main club. He directs me to his bedroom and tells me to change into whatever I want and make myself comfy on his bed. He disappears back into the kitchen area as I slowly undress myself. I put on one of Marcus' hoodies and a pair of shorts. He comes back with a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues which he leaves on the bed beside me. I watch as he gets changed out of his button up shirt and into a pair of joggers and a regular shirt. He climbs onto the bed next to me and hands me the remote to his tv.

"I've got Netflix, pick whatever you want," he says as he pus his arm around me and lets me cuddle up to his side.

"Thank you," I say.

"Don't worry about it, I'm here for you when you need me. That's my job as the master Dom," he replies.

I pick a comedy film to try and cheer me up and start eating the ice cream as Marcus rubs small circles on my back. After a long time of silence, Marcus decides to ask me some questions.

"Did you love him?"

"I think so. I wanted to spend every minute I had with him. I wanted to always be cuddling him or kissing him but obviously he didn't feel the same."

"I'm not excusing him, but he's been in some shitty relationships with some of the worst people. I'm surprised he lasted that long with you. I thought he'd get scared much sooner than he did but that just means he must have really liked you. Your relationship fogged over the trauma he's had from the past."

"What trauma?" I ask cautiously.

"He's been cheated on six times. He was too trusting with people who only wanted him for his body. He won't admit it, but he's extremely self conscious. When he was young he was a scrawny kid with glasses which meant he got bullied. But when he got hot and started working out, everyone wanted to be with him and he was naive, which left him with a lot of terrible people. They prayed on his self consciousness. Bdsm helped him get over some of it and take back control. But there's some things you can't change about a person. He's terrified of commitment. I really believed you'd be the one to change him. Don't worry though, he'll be getting a mouthful from me and probably Thomas and Lucas. Just don't lose hope."

I wipe away the tears that had fallen from my eyes and hug closer to Marcus. He tightens his arm around me.

"I really hate him," I mumble.

"I know you do. I'd hate him too. Instead of communicating with you about his feelings, he ran. I'll be having a nice long talk with him about this, and maybe I'll add a spanking to teach him a lesson," Marcus teases and I laugh a little.

"It's so unfair," I say before I start crying again. Marcus uses a tissue to wipe sway my tears and keeps talking to me while I sob.

After my crying session, I start to feel really tired so Marcus turns off the tv and hugs me in bed. Just as I feel myself drifting off, Marcus gets off the bed and I faintly hear him talking on the phone.

My dreams are filled with happy memories with Nathan that slowly turn into horrible nightmares about him leaving. I even see him with another boy. But it ends well. It ends with Marcus being there with me, making me feel safe.