Third bell, Smmoke's favorite bell, the bell to start the third period. Now there was a specific reason why Smmoke felt such happiness at the sound of the third bell, it was because his third class, Bunnyhop Lessons, was taught my none other than Mr. Phone, his favorite teacher. Though, Phone was more than just a favorite teacher, Smmoke saw him as a lot more. He saw his dark brown hair, a nice crew cut, those aviators that he always wore... Smmoke was infatuated with his B Hop teacher, all through class he'd imagine taking that green jacket off, pulling those black boots off...

"Hey Smmoke buddy you alright buddy?" Phone knocked the top of Smmoke's helmet lightly.
"Oh, uhm, yeah Mr. Phone sir." Smmoke rubbed the spot that Phone was tapping and sighed.
"What's wrong buddy?" Phone gave Smmoke a concerned look, and Smmoke looked down ashamed of his thoughts.
"I-It's nothing, I swear." Phone placed his hand on Smmoke's shoulder, and took off his aviator shades a concerned look in his eyes. Smmoke looked at his eyes and felt his face get hot, he was blushing, he couldn't bare another second of this. But just then the fourth bell rang and everyone started leaving the classroom, everyone except him. After everyone had gone Smmoke pulled his helmet off, tossed it on the floor, and placed his hand on Phone's cheek and rubbed it gently with his thumb.
"Does it turn you on when I B Hop with such consistency?" Phone teased Smmoke, and grabbed his hand, slowly pulling off the glove. Once the glove was off, Phone tossed it to the floor next to the helmet, and started sucking on Smmoke's fore finger.
"Are you as fast with your hips as you are with your scroll wheel?" Smmoke tugged the equiptment belt off of Phone's waist and let it fall to his feet. Phone stepped out of the belt and stepped back, pulling off his brown trousers and revealing his shaft, about the size of an AWP's scope.