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No. 6 on the #wooniepubcrawl2017 #itsgettinggood (at THE BACK ALLEY PUB)

You push him away harshly, and book it out the door. You don't know what just happened. He used to be your teacher! As you hurry to your car, you wonder if he had thought about you like that while you were a student; you try not to think about it. Once you get in your car, you hear your phone vibrate. Reluctantly, you check your phone to see your friend asking you get drinks tonight. That would be nice. It'd get your mind off things. "See you at 11," you reply. ~~~ the next morning You wake up, your head is pounding. Rubbing your aching temples, you try to remember what happened the night before. You can remember drinking with friends, but not much else; it was all a blur. You check your phone to see if you have any texts. Nothing. Rolling over in your bed, you check your email. There is one lone email in your inbox. From Buchta. Crap. It reads "I'm not sure what you mean." You squint at the small letters, confused. "What is he talking about" you whisper under your breath. Then you see it. His email is in reply to one you didnt remember sending very late last night. "Oh no." Terrified, you open the email. It was rather non-sensical and you cringe at your awful spelling. It read: "Dear Mr. Buchta, This week in fisics i learned that bees cant fly. There a law of avation or someethung and it says that they just cant. There is a centrifigal force that makes them fall always. Like brendan urie said "shut the goddamn door" pardon my french. I liked the way you kissed me. Lets do it again daddy."