That night, I had gotten a text. It was a school-wide group text that said, quite bluntly, that Ms. Freemeier had been diagnosed with breast cancer. I sighed. It was sad, but she was the only teacher who never called me Duckie. It got annoying after a while. I sent a sad emotional and tried to sleep.

"You should feel more sympathetic, Duckie." Alex said. I rolled over in bed and groaned.

"Yeah, dumbass. At least shed a fucking tear, would ya?" Brick said.

Ericson kept bumping into the side of my skull, a slight 'thonk, thonk, thonk' echoing in my mind. Carmen, I'm guessing, was asleep. 

"Shut up. I am trying to sleep."

                                               ooo

The next day at school went by fast, until the final period bell rang. I walked into art class, and immediately stop in my tracks.

There, standing with a paint brush in his hand, was a handsome, tall, blonde hunk. He had a paint-splattered smock on, and cargo shorts. 

"Close your mouth, Duckie!" Carmen yelled. "You're drooling!"

Alex gasped. "Duckie, he's quite handsome and charming, don't you think?"

I told them to shush, and walked up to the muscular man.

"Hello." I say. He looks at me. He has deep green eyes.

"Hey," he says in a familiar voice. "You're the kid who was pinned to road yesterday, right?"

Suddenly, I noticed it. This man's man was the man who saved my buttons yesterday. 

I nod. He searches the room, then looks back to me. "I'm Oscar Tuesday, or, Mr. Tuesday, and I'm gonna be teaching your art class."

I feel my face burn. "I am Ducktario Onie." I catch myself. "Duckie Ontario, I mean. Thanks for saving me."

He smiles. He has two adorable dimples under his thin stubble. They are shaped like cresent rolls. "No prob, Duck-Man." 

I smile back and sit down. He just called me Duck-Man. How awesome.

The door opens again, and Francis walks in. He looks at Mr. Tuesday and his entire face becomes white as a ghost. Mr. Tuesday smiles.

"Well, hello stranger," he says in a way that you knew he wanted to make Francis pee his pants again. 

"H-h-hello, sir. I-I-I'm gonna g-go sit d-d-down now-"

Francis raced to his seat behind me. Mr Tuesday looked at me, and I grinned. I felt a weird sensation inside of me. My heart was beating fast, my stomach twisted in preverbial knots, and my face burned. 

"You're in love, Duckie." Alex said, his accent making him sound sarcastic. "You're in love."