Michael Whyte had always strived to be a good man. He followed the rules. He paid his bills. He was never late. He always tried to do the best he could teaching his students the amazing world of science and discovery. He certainly never did anything inappropriate of his station. Never stepped over the line that was clearly drawn between student and teacher. Even when students were throwing themselves at him, which had happened surprisingly often in his young career, he would always swerve aside so they could fall on someone far more suitable than he.
So, Michael thought when he slammed into his room that evening, what the hell is wrong with me!?
He tossed his glasses onto his bedside table, sat down on his bed, and put his head in his hands. Aaaaggghhhhhh.
He tried to tell himse
