Absinthe
Queen in Training
A roleplay between @Lioness075 and @Maggie
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Absinthe
Queen in Training
"Okay, Jake, this is the last time. You're in a new school...again. I hope you can keep yourself enrolled at least a year before you get yourself kicked out... again." His mother glared at him, taking her attention off the road momentarily.
Slouching even further, he crossed his arms and looked out the window. "Yeah...and if you could focus on your driving, that would be great. You know, mom, some of us would like to arrive at school alive. You know, so that I can keep myself enrolled for a year?"
Mrs. Olivia Carlson just sighed and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. How many times can this child test her patience? And it's not even 8 O' Clock yet! After a few minutes of a tense and silent drive, they finally arrived. "Jake, I'm begging, behave. And you still have not explained the reason you were kicked out of your previous school."
Jake removed his seatbelt and took his bag from the back seat. "Don't worry, mom. Maybe I will," he grinned at her. And after giving her a loud smacking kiss on the cheek, he bounded off the car and ran towards the gate, not bothering to listen to the 1001 things his mom could nag him about.
"Hey, you kid! No running!" a teacher called out.
He just waved at the guy and continued running towards the administration building. He went to the principal's office and knocked.
"Come in!"
Straightening up his brand new uniform, he took hold of the door knob and opened the door. The guy inside looked up as he entered. Stacks of papers surrounded him.
"Mr. Carlson, I presume? Good morning, I hope you did not get lost? Anyway, let's skip the small talk. I heard that this is your third transfer? And can I just emphasize that if your mother did not beg me and if she is not my friend, I would be very reluctant to accept a student like you in my school. But your mother is a good woman so I allowed it. Don't let me be disappointed, Mr. Carlson." He looked at Jake with dead serious eyes. His fingers interlaced in front of him, a picture of calm and authority.
Jake gulped against the sudden tightening of his throat. He felt the urge to pull down his collar and he barely stopped himself from doing that. "Uhm...I'll try my best, Mr. Gray."
"And one more thing, if you do just one thing that defies our school rules, you'll be shackled with something you wouldn't want. So be sure to behave. You may go now."
When he got out of the office, Jake sighed in relief. The atmosphere in there was so suffocating. The principal is a scary man. But as he walked towards his classroom, his steps took on its usual vive. It was just not in him to be worried about things in life. When he entered his classroom and introduced himself to his classmates, he was grinning without a care. Things would happen if it would happen.
Slouching even further, he crossed his arms and looked out the window. "Yeah...and if you could focus on your driving, that would be great. You know, mom, some of us would like to arrive at school alive. You know, so that I can keep myself enrolled for a year?"
Mrs. Olivia Carlson just sighed and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. How many times can this child test her patience? And it's not even 8 O' Clock yet! After a few minutes of a tense and silent drive, they finally arrived. "Jake, I'm begging, behave. And you still have not explained the reason you were kicked out of your previous school."
Jake removed his seatbelt and took his bag from the back seat. "Don't worry, mom. Maybe I will," he grinned at her. And after giving her a loud smacking kiss on the cheek, he bounded off the car and ran towards the gate, not bothering to listen to the 1001 things his mom could nag him about.
"Hey, you kid! No running!" a teacher called out.
He just waved at the guy and continued running towards the administration building. He went to the principal's office and knocked.
"Come in!"
Straightening up his brand new uniform, he took hold of the door knob and opened the door. The guy inside looked up as he entered. Stacks of papers surrounded him.
"Mr. Carlson, I presume? Good morning, I hope you did not get lost? Anyway, let's skip the small talk. I heard that this is your third transfer? And can I just emphasize that if your mother did not beg me and if she is not my friend, I would be very reluctant to accept a student like you in my school. But your mother is a good woman so I allowed it. Don't let me be disappointed, Mr. Carlson." He looked at Jake with dead serious eyes. His fingers interlaced in front of him, a picture of calm and authority.
Jake gulped against the sudden tightening of his throat. He felt the urge to pull down his collar and he barely stopped himself from doing that. "Uhm...I'll try my best, Mr. Gray."
"And one more thing, if you do just one thing that defies our school rules, you'll be shackled with something you wouldn't want. So be sure to behave. You may go now."
When he got out of the office, Jake sighed in relief. The atmosphere in there was so suffocating. The principal is a scary man. But as he walked towards his classroom, his steps took on its usual vive. It was just not in him to be worried about things in life. When he entered his classroom and introduced himself to his classmates, he was grinning without a care. Things would happen if it would happen.
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Tucker woke to the sound of his alarm blaring in his ears. Groaning, he balled his hand up in a fist before promptly slamming it down on his alarm clock, which then shut up. Slowly sitting up, Tucker blinked with his hair sticking up every which way. Sighing, he swung his legs over the side of his bed before standing up and stretching a bit.
Running a hand through his messy hair, Tucker the realized with a start that his alarm had gone off as a prelude to his first day of eleventh grade. Tucker sprung into action as he headed straight to his bathroom and went through his daily morning routine. Once he was done showering and exited his bathroom, Tucker's hair was now styled in a more tame manner than when he'd first woken up.
Quickly changing into his attire for the day, Tucker grabbed his backpack from off his desk and headed downstairs and to the kitchen. Upon entering, he gave his mom a peck on the cheek, his means of saying good morning to her. Smiling at Tucker, Ms. Wilson said, "Good morning to you too, Tucker. Ready for your first day of school?" Tucker grinned and replied, "Always, Mom."
With a toaster pastry in hand, Tucker left his house and headed straight for the garage, where he stored his motorcycle, a nice dirt bike that he'd gotten from his dad, who passed away a couple of years ago. Putting on his helmet and then mounting his bike, Tucker revved the engine twice before he slowly pulled out of the garage and then made his way towards school.
Upon arriving at school, Tucker parked his bike in the motorcycle section of the parking lot and left his helmet hanging off of one of the handles. Heading inside, Tucker instantly made his way towards his first class, which appeared to be English. One of the few classes that Tucker actually managed to excel in. He headed straight to his seat in the back of the room before glancing back up as a new student had apparently arrived at school. Taking in his appearance, Tucker thought to himself how attractive the guy was, but immediately looked back down at his blank notebook to avoid the guy's gaze. He felt himself blush slightly at these thoughts and hoped he went unnoticed by the new student.
Running a hand through his messy hair, Tucker the realized with a start that his alarm had gone off as a prelude to his first day of eleventh grade. Tucker sprung into action as he headed straight to his bathroom and went through his daily morning routine. Once he was done showering and exited his bathroom, Tucker's hair was now styled in a more tame manner than when he'd first woken up.
Quickly changing into his attire for the day, Tucker grabbed his backpack from off his desk and headed downstairs and to the kitchen. Upon entering, he gave his mom a peck on the cheek, his means of saying good morning to her. Smiling at Tucker, Ms. Wilson said, "Good morning to you too, Tucker. Ready for your first day of school?" Tucker grinned and replied, "Always, Mom."
With a toaster pastry in hand, Tucker left his house and headed straight for the garage, where he stored his motorcycle, a nice dirt bike that he'd gotten from his dad, who passed away a couple of years ago. Putting on his helmet and then mounting his bike, Tucker revved the engine twice before he slowly pulled out of the garage and then made his way towards school.
Upon arriving at school, Tucker parked his bike in the motorcycle section of the parking lot and left his helmet hanging off of one of the handles. Heading inside, Tucker instantly made his way towards his first class, which appeared to be English. One of the few classes that Tucker actually managed to excel in. He headed straight to his seat in the back of the room before glancing back up as a new student had apparently arrived at school. Taking in his appearance, Tucker thought to himself how attractive the guy was, but immediately looked back down at his blank notebook to avoid the guy's gaze. He felt himself blush slightly at these thoughts and hoped he went unnoticed by the new student.
Absinthe
Queen in Training
He spent the whole morning getting to know his classmates. He started it by winking at the girl near the window. And when break time came, when he swaggered towards her, he was sure that she would not just snob or ignore him. Soon, he was surrounded by three girls, all friends. That had always been a talent of his. Not that he was bragging or anything, but being friends with the ladies is as easy as pie for him.
When he went back to his seat, which was on the back of the classroom, the guy seated beside him wanted to talk to him. They wanted advice or some kind of shit. He spent the next class chatting with his seatmates, looking up and smiling beatifically at the the teacher every time she glares at them with a frown.
He had someone to eat with when lunch time came. He settled down on the table, smug with the knowledge that he won't be a pariah at this school. He'd make sure that he'd enjoy his time here as much as he enjoyed his other schools.
Before going back to class, he told his guys that he would be going somewhere. He needed a smoke. That was one ugly habit he got, he just needed a stick after a heavy meal. He looked around the grounds but there was no empty space where he can smoke in peace. Spying the bathroom, he looked at the stalls and noticed that the room was empty. He locked himself inside a stall.
Opening his case, he took a stick and lit it up, puffing contentedly as the menthol soothed his throat and made him feel bliss. That is...until the fire alarm kicked in. Sending the school in panic and drenching him with water when the sprinkler system was activated inside the bathroom. Shit. The principal would kill him for this.
When he went back to his seat, which was on the back of the classroom, the guy seated beside him wanted to talk to him. They wanted advice or some kind of shit. He spent the next class chatting with his seatmates, looking up and smiling beatifically at the the teacher every time she glares at them with a frown.
He had someone to eat with when lunch time came. He settled down on the table, smug with the knowledge that he won't be a pariah at this school. He'd make sure that he'd enjoy his time here as much as he enjoyed his other schools.
Before going back to class, he told his guys that he would be going somewhere. He needed a smoke. That was one ugly habit he got, he just needed a stick after a heavy meal. He looked around the grounds but there was no empty space where he can smoke in peace. Spying the bathroom, he looked at the stalls and noticed that the room was empty. He locked himself inside a stall.
Opening his case, he took a stick and lit it up, puffing contentedly as the menthol soothed his throat and made him feel bliss. That is...until the fire alarm kicked in. Sending the school in panic and drenching him with water when the sprinkler system was activated inside the bathroom. Shit. The principal would kill him for this.
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
After his first class of the day, Tucker's day went relatively smoothly as he quietly went from class to class and began making plans ahead of time for studies. He soon heard that the lacrosse team was looking for new members and he kept this in mind as he went to lunch. While he wasn't the best team player, he was very fit physically and figured he could learn how lacrosse worked quickly. Plus, he struggled to make friends each year and it didn't seem like this year was going to be any different.
Sighing when he arrived at the cafeteria, Tucker got his food and headed to the first empty table he could find. Not too long after, his 'friends' arrived at the table and sat down with him, all laughing and being loud as usual. Tucker kept to himself, finding all of them to be a bit intimidating for different reasons. He knew that every one of them had done something against the school in the past and that was why every one of them were friends...except for Tucker.
Tucker was different from his 'friends' because he never did anything against the school...except try to expose its dark secret. He was shut up and shut down very quickly though and now he felt resolved to simply get good grades and pass through school. The thing was, people generally respected the really good lacrosse players and Tucker felt like he could possibly even make some true friends by joining the team.
Once lunch time was over, Tucker was on his own again and he headed to his next class. Upon arriving, he noted that he still had enough time for a short bathroom break. Leaving his backpack in the classroom for now, Tucker headed straight to the nearest restroom. Just as he was about to push the door open, the fire alarm went off and the sprinklers instantly were drenching Tucker. Jolting away from the sprinklers, Tucker's back went against the bathroom door, which didn't swing open, and he narrowed his eyes before letting out a low growl at the fire system. Who had caused it to go off?
Sighing when he arrived at the cafeteria, Tucker got his food and headed to the first empty table he could find. Not too long after, his 'friends' arrived at the table and sat down with him, all laughing and being loud as usual. Tucker kept to himself, finding all of them to be a bit intimidating for different reasons. He knew that every one of them had done something against the school in the past and that was why every one of them were friends...except for Tucker.
Tucker was different from his 'friends' because he never did anything against the school...except try to expose its dark secret. He was shut up and shut down very quickly though and now he felt resolved to simply get good grades and pass through school. The thing was, people generally respected the really good lacrosse players and Tucker felt like he could possibly even make some true friends by joining the team.
Once lunch time was over, Tucker was on his own again and he headed to his next class. Upon arriving, he noted that he still had enough time for a short bathroom break. Leaving his backpack in the classroom for now, Tucker headed straight to the nearest restroom. Just as he was about to push the door open, the fire alarm went off and the sprinklers instantly were drenching Tucker. Jolting away from the sprinklers, Tucker's back went against the bathroom door, which didn't swing open, and he narrowed his eyes before letting out a low growl at the fire system. Who had caused it to go off?
Absinthe
Queen in Training
Glaring at the object at fault, the water continued soaking his clothes and effectively putting out his cigarette. He palmed his exposed case of cigarette. Looking as if it had been drowned, it is now utterly useless to him. Perfect. A perfectly good box gone to waste. Just because of his stupidity and the fucking smoke sensor. He sighed and mournfully threw the stick and the box on the trashcan beside the toilet bowl.
He reached and slicked back his dripping hair. Just perfect. He had spent a portion of his morning grooming it to perfection, making sure that every strand is in place and would frame his face as best as it could. Then he heard his door bang. He frowned. Was there someone with him?
He reached out and opened the door. And true enough, there was someone who looked as drown as he was.
He tried to smile. "Uhm...hi?"
And at that moment, the bathroom door opened and a teacher came in.
"Well, well. Mr. Carlson, I presume? I've heard so much about you. In your first day and you're already giving us trouble? Tsk tsk."
And then the man faced the other guy, looking as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
Jake looked at the guy beside him and shrugged his shoulders, having no idea of the identity of the guy beside him or the reason for this kind of reaction from the teacher.
"Mr. Wilson? I...had't expected this of you," he paused, as if contemplating something. "This is unexpected but it's good that I saw you." He cleared his throat and leveled the both of them with a cold, hard stare.
"Mr. Carlson, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Gray will see you now."
(Mr. Gray is the principal. And yes, I've been dying to use that line. xD )
He reached and slicked back his dripping hair. Just perfect. He had spent a portion of his morning grooming it to perfection, making sure that every strand is in place and would frame his face as best as it could. Then he heard his door bang. He frowned. Was there someone with him?
He reached out and opened the door. And true enough, there was someone who looked as drown as he was.
He tried to smile. "Uhm...hi?"
And at that moment, the bathroom door opened and a teacher came in.
"Well, well. Mr. Carlson, I presume? I've heard so much about you. In your first day and you're already giving us trouble? Tsk tsk."
And then the man faced the other guy, looking as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
Jake looked at the guy beside him and shrugged his shoulders, having no idea of the identity of the guy beside him or the reason for this kind of reaction from the teacher.
"Mr. Wilson? I...had't expected this of you," he paused, as if contemplating something. "This is unexpected but it's good that I saw you." He cleared his throat and leveled the both of them with a cold, hard stare.
"Mr. Carlson, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Gray will see you now."
(Mr. Gray is the principal. And yes, I've been dying to use that line. xD )
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Tucker blanched when he realized he wasn't the only one in the bathroom and then was even more surprised to see the new student was in there with him.
Hearing the boy's attempt at a conversation, Tucker was about to ask him if he'd caused this whole mess when one of Tucker's teachers walked in.
Upon hearing that Tucker was getting in trouble for something he definitely had nothing to do with, Tucker frowned and said evenly, "I didn't do anything wrong." He knew that he never got in trouble for anything and could only hope that his reputation would save him from getting in trouble for something that he'd seriously not been involved in.
Hearing the boy's attempt at a conversation, Tucker was about to ask him if he'd caused this whole mess when one of Tucker's teachers walked in.
Upon hearing that Tucker was getting in trouble for something he definitely had nothing to do with, Tucker frowned and said evenly, "I didn't do anything wrong." He knew that he never got in trouble for anything and could only hope that his reputation would save him from getting in trouble for something that he'd seriously not been involved in.
Absinthe
Queen in Training
He had a bad feeling about this. He remembered the principal's threat earlier. His shoulders hunched, he inserted his hands on his pockets and looked down his shoes. It would not do to get kicked out on his first day. Even for him, that's a new record. And though he might cause trouble sometimes, okay make it all the time, he hadn't really intentionally let another guy take the blame for something he did.
Jake glanced at the guy beside him. "Wilson, right? We better just go and see Mr. Gray. Don't worry too much. I got you." He sent the guy a wink and followed the teacher towards the principal's office.
The door opened with an ominous creak. Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward and entered the room. He found the guy studying him beneath his glasses. He stepped in front of Mr. Gray, feet wide apart, leaning against the table, arms braced on the top.
"Can I just say that this is completely all my fault. Yes, I admit I set the fire alarm off. I smoked in the bathroom. I admit it. This Wilson guy has nothing to do at all with what had happened. Are we clear?"
(PS: feel free to use Mr. Gray too.)
Jake glanced at the guy beside him. "Wilson, right? We better just go and see Mr. Gray. Don't worry too much. I got you." He sent the guy a wink and followed the teacher towards the principal's office.
The door opened with an ominous creak. Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward and entered the room. He found the guy studying him beneath his glasses. He stepped in front of Mr. Gray, feet wide apart, leaning against the table, arms braced on the top.
"Can I just say that this is completely all my fault. Yes, I admit I set the fire alarm off. I smoked in the bathroom. I admit it. This Wilson guy has nothing to do at all with what had happened. Are we clear?"
(PS: feel free to use Mr. Gray too.)
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Tucker's heart raced at the idea of being in trouble with the school. He'd never done anything wrong before in his life and he most certainly wasn't about to start now.
Hearing Carlson speaking to him, Tucker frowned and muttered, "It's Tucker. We're not in the military or something here." His dad had been i the service years ago before he'd died and so Tucker knew a few things here and there. Like, for one, he knew that in the military everyone typically knew each other on a last name basis.
Silently following Carlson into the principal's office, Tucker prayed that he'd be dismissed and not included in this mess of events.
Hearing what Jake said, Mr. Gray dismissed it with a wave of his hand before saying evenly, "You both were caught together and one of you is admitting to being the one at fault. I most certainly cannot take your word for it, Mr. Carlson." Mr. Gray shifted his gaze to Tucker who was still standing by the door, wanting to leave sooner rather than later. Letting out a small sigh, Mr. Gray said, "I'm rather disappointed in you, Mr. Wilson. I'd expected better of you." Shifting his gaze back to some papers on his desk, Mr. Gray began shuffling them about and moving them around his desk as he said dismissively, "You both have detention immediately after school today as a warning." Glancing up at Jake, Mr. Gray's voice deepened to a threatening tone as he said, "It's your final warning too, Mr. Carlson." This said, Mr. Gray pointed to the door and said calmly, "You're both dismissed now."
Hearing Carlson speaking to him, Tucker frowned and muttered, "It's Tucker. We're not in the military or something here." His dad had been i the service years ago before he'd died and so Tucker knew a few things here and there. Like, for one, he knew that in the military everyone typically knew each other on a last name basis.
Silently following Carlson into the principal's office, Tucker prayed that he'd be dismissed and not included in this mess of events.
Hearing what Jake said, Mr. Gray dismissed it with a wave of his hand before saying evenly, "You both were caught together and one of you is admitting to being the one at fault. I most certainly cannot take your word for it, Mr. Carlson." Mr. Gray shifted his gaze to Tucker who was still standing by the door, wanting to leave sooner rather than later. Letting out a small sigh, Mr. Gray said, "I'm rather disappointed in you, Mr. Wilson. I'd expected better of you." Shifting his gaze back to some papers on his desk, Mr. Gray began shuffling them about and moving them around his desk as he said dismissively, "You both have detention immediately after school today as a warning." Glancing up at Jake, Mr. Gray's voice deepened to a threatening tone as he said, "It's your final warning too, Mr. Carlson." This said, Mr. Gray pointed to the door and said calmly, "You're both dismissed now."
Absinthe
Queen in Training
Jake exhaled in relief. At least he got another chance. He really thought he was done for. He nodded in goodbye at Mr. Gray before he went out and waited for the other guy.
"Tucker, right? I'm Jake. Sorry, I got you in detention." He crinkled his nose. "And it wasn't even fun! If we got caught on parties and stuff, then that would be worth it. What class are you? Are we in the same class? You look vaguely familiar." He scratched his head as he contemplated the face of his new detention buddy.
"Tucker, right? I'm Jake. Sorry, I got you in detention." He crinkled his nose. "And it wasn't even fun! If we got caught on parties and stuff, then that would be worth it. What class are you? Are we in the same class? You look vaguely familiar." He scratched his head as he contemplated the face of his new detention buddy.
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Tucker frowned at Jake and said, "We're not friends." Hearing that they possibly shared a class, Tucker sighed and ran a hand through his hair before saying, "Yeah, we share a class. You were introduced to us this morning. You know, math class?"
This was great, just great. How was Tucker going to explain his first ever detention to his parents? They were going to be so disappointed in him....
This was great, just great. How was Tucker going to explain his first ever detention to his parents? They were going to be so disappointed in him....
Absinthe
Queen in Training
Jake took a step back unthinkingly. Raising his arms in defense, "Woah, dude. Chill. Alright, we're not friends if you don't want to. Nothing to get your feathers ruffled."
Rubbing his chin, he thought of his next class. "I have English Lit next," he mumbled. "Man, if we discuss Shakespeare one more time, I'm gonna scream my head off." He shook his head as he imagined those classes he had in other schools.
"Anyway, nice meeting you, not-my-buddy-Tucker! See ya later after class." He clapped the guy on the shoulder and quickly jumped away. And he took off running towards his next class.
(Maybe they can be classmates here too?)
Rubbing his chin, he thought of his next class. "I have English Lit next," he mumbled. "Man, if we discuss Shakespeare one more time, I'm gonna scream my head off." He shook his head as he imagined those classes he had in other schools.
"Anyway, nice meeting you, not-my-buddy-Tucker! See ya later after class." He clapped the guy on the shoulder and quickly jumped away. And he took off running towards his next class.
(Maybe they can be classmates here too?)
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Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Tucker let out another sigh, finding this whole ordeal to be highly frustrating. It really didn't help that he also found the guy to be attractive. Definitely didn't help.
Hearing Jake complain about Shakespeare, Tucker shook his head in slight amusement, that was one thing they at least shared in common. A hate for Shakespeare. Tucker couldn't stand all of the poetry and odd ways that Shakespeare wrote his literature.
Hearing Jake's farewell, Tucker rolled his eyes at the nickname that Jake called him. Yet, once he felt him clap Tucker on the shoulder, Tucker felt himself blushing slightly. Thankfully, Jake was already running away before he hopefully noticed that Tucker had blushed at the contact. Tucker was really going to need to chill out with this before he got to detention. The last thing he needed to be doing was getting a crush on the school's newest delinquent. That would not do anything good for Tucker, especially with his now estranged relationship with the principal.
Heading in the opposite direction, Tucker made his way back to his last class and sat down in the back, now struggling to pay attention to the history lecture.
Hearing Jake complain about Shakespeare, Tucker shook his head in slight amusement, that was one thing they at least shared in common. A hate for Shakespeare. Tucker couldn't stand all of the poetry and odd ways that Shakespeare wrote his literature.
Hearing Jake's farewell, Tucker rolled his eyes at the nickname that Jake called him. Yet, once he felt him clap Tucker on the shoulder, Tucker felt himself blushing slightly. Thankfully, Jake was already running away before he hopefully noticed that Tucker had blushed at the contact. Tucker was really going to need to chill out with this before he got to detention. The last thing he needed to be doing was getting a crush on the school's newest delinquent. That would not do anything good for Tucker, especially with his now estranged relationship with the principal.
Heading in the opposite direction, Tucker made his way back to his last class and sat down in the back, now struggling to pay attention to the history lecture.
Absinthe
Queen in Training
Sleepy, so sleepy. The buzzing of the teacher was like a lullaby to his ears. Jake couldn't stop himself from yawning. He didn't even bother covering it up, which earned him another glare from the teacher. But he was too sleepy to even respond. He could feel his eyes getting heavier...and heavier...and hea...
"Mr. Carlson! Please!"
He sat up immediately as if he'd just been shot. Groggily, he looked around and finally found the angry image of his teacher right in front of his face. Not a good way to wake up, I tell you.
"Mr. Carlson, if you can't stand listening, maybe you should study it on your own. I expect a narrative report tomorrow on the subject matter this afternoon."
Jake slumped on his desk. Goddamnit. It would be better to be in detention right now. For the rest of the afternoon, he tried to fake interest in whatever the teacher was discussing.
Finally, the bell rang. Okay, detention time.
Thinking of the guy earlier, he grinned and he felt his energy returning. At least, it would be fun.
Reaching the door, he went inside and looked around looking for Tucker. Maybe he can sit beside him and bug him more.
"Mr. Carlson! Please!"
He sat up immediately as if he'd just been shot. Groggily, he looked around and finally found the angry image of his teacher right in front of his face. Not a good way to wake up, I tell you.
"Mr. Carlson, if you can't stand listening, maybe you should study it on your own. I expect a narrative report tomorrow on the subject matter this afternoon."
Jake slumped on his desk. Goddamnit. It would be better to be in detention right now. For the rest of the afternoon, he tried to fake interest in whatever the teacher was discussing.
Finally, the bell rang. Okay, detention time.
Thinking of the guy earlier, he grinned and he felt his energy returning. At least, it would be fun.
Reaching the door, he went inside and looked around looking for Tucker. Maybe he can sit beside him and bug him more.
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Aimlessly writing down notes in class, Tucker soon realized his notes were making no logical sense. Letting out a sigh, Tucker put his pencil down and then rubbed his eyes. Man, what a day, and it wasn't even over yet.
Letting out a small yawn, Tucker soon was wide-eyed as his history teacher was right at his desk and looking down at him. Blinking up at his teacher, she said, "Tucker, if I'm really boring you that much, then just leave the classroom. I know you typically pay a lot more attention to me, so perhaps you should get some more sleep before coming back tomorrow." This said, she turned around and went back to her lecture, leaving Tucker feeling bad about his actions.
A few minutes later an the bell was ringing, resulting in Tucker abruptly standing up and gathering his school supplies and putting on his backpack. Time to deal with detention and that delinquent, Jake.
Arriving just outside of the detention classroom, Tucker couldn't calm his racing heart. This was wrong, so very wrong. He'd done nothing wrong, he was just an innocent bystander. Mr. Gray never did listen to reason though.
Opening the door, Tucker headed inside to see that the only other student was Jake. Great, they would be the only two students this early in the school year with detention.
Letting out a small yawn, Tucker soon was wide-eyed as his history teacher was right at his desk and looking down at him. Blinking up at his teacher, she said, "Tucker, if I'm really boring you that much, then just leave the classroom. I know you typically pay a lot more attention to me, so perhaps you should get some more sleep before coming back tomorrow." This said, she turned around and went back to her lecture, leaving Tucker feeling bad about his actions.
A few minutes later an the bell was ringing, resulting in Tucker abruptly standing up and gathering his school supplies and putting on his backpack. Time to deal with detention and that delinquent, Jake.
Arriving just outside of the detention classroom, Tucker couldn't calm his racing heart. This was wrong, so very wrong. He'd done nothing wrong, he was just an innocent bystander. Mr. Gray never did listen to reason though.
Opening the door, Tucker headed inside to see that the only other student was Jake. Great, they would be the only two students this early in the school year with detention.
Absinthe
Queen in Training
Jake was bored out of his mind. He tried exercising. He tried flipping his book. He tried whistling. That's how desperate he is. When will the other guy come?
He almost leaped with joy when he entered. "Good day, not-my-buddy-Tucker! Here's sit with me," he patted the seat beside him.
He almost leaped with joy when he entered. "Good day, not-my-buddy-Tucker! Here's sit with me," he patted the seat beside him.
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Tucker frowned at Jake, "Stop calling me that." He then decided that he really had no choice in seating since Jake would most likely just move next to him if he sat elsewhere. Letting out a small sigh, Tucker sat down beside Jake and then began pulling out his notebook and math supplies since he had math homework to work on.
Absinthe
Queen in Training
Jake shrugged. "Okay, I'm giving myself permission to call you just Tucker then," he cheekily grinned at the other guy.
"What are you doing? Is that hard?" he leaned towards her, looking at the notebook. He nudged him with his shoulder. "Hey, it's so boring. Let's get to know each other better."
"What are you doing? Is that hard?" he leaned towards her, looking at the notebook. He nudged him with his shoulder. "Hey, it's so boring. Let's get to know each other better."
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Tucker rolled his eyes at Jake's comment about what to call Tucker. Man, this guy didn't give hi ma break, did he?
Hearing Jake's questions, Tucker sighed and said, "Yes, now bugger off." When he was nudge in the shoulder, Tucker blushed slightly and then rolled his eyes and let out a breath at Jake's suggestion to get to know each other better. Glancing sideways at him, Tucker said, "Some of us actually like to get their homework done here."
Hearing Jake's questions, Tucker sighed and said, "Yes, now bugger off." When he was nudge in the shoulder, Tucker blushed slightly and then rolled his eyes and let out a breath at Jake's suggestion to get to know each other better. Glancing sideways at him, Tucker said, "Some of us actually like to get their homework done here."
Absinthe
Queen in Training
"Okaaay...Actually, I have some homework too." He twirled a pen in his hands. "But I guess, I can copy-paste later from the internet."
He tried to keep still, just looking sideways at the guy doing his homework . He finally can't take it. Tapping his fingers against the desk, he offered. "I can help you with that, you know. I'm actually pretty good at math." He blushed a little and looked down at his boots.
"It's one of the very little things I'm good at."
He tried to keep still, just looking sideways at the guy doing his homework . He finally can't take it. Tapping his fingers against the desk, he offered. "I can help you with that, you know. I'm actually pretty good at math." He blushed a little and looked down at his boots.
"It's one of the very little things I'm good at."
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Tucker had been in the middle of an equation when Jake spoke up again. Letting out a small sigh, Tucker shifted his gaze to Jake and was about to push him away again when he saw him blushing. Blinking once, Tucker then asked him, "If it's something you're good at, then why are you blushing?" Frowning slightly, Tucker added, "There's no reason to be embarrassed by what you're good at..."
Absinthe
Queen in Training
Feeling more uncomfortable than when he was caught doing...things to a classmate of his from his previous school, he cleared his throat and fought the blush that was on his face.
"It's nothing...I don't exactly look like your typical math nerd, do I? Anyway," Jake stood up and dragged his chair closer to Tucker, angling it in such a way that he could easily reach him.
"Who said anything about being embarrassed? Here, let me show you how to do this. I just hope I won't humiliate myself," he chuckled self-deprecatingly.
He took hold of a paper and showed Tucker how to solve the equations.
"It's nothing...I don't exactly look like your typical math nerd, do I? Anyway," Jake stood up and dragged his chair closer to Tucker, angling it in such a way that he could easily reach him.
"Who said anything about being embarrassed? Here, let me show you how to do this. I just hope I won't humiliate myself," he chuckled self-deprecatingly.
He took hold of a paper and showed Tucker how to solve the equations.
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Tucker raised an eyebrow at Jake's blush that wasn't going away, but decided he'd rather not know what he was thinking about. After all, Tucker's blush hadn't gone away either.
Shrugging at Jake's comment, Tucker muttered under his breath, "Well, I don't look like your typical musician."
Glancing over at the paper as Jake worked through the problems, Tucker was a bit surprised that he really knew what he was doing and talking about. Going over the problems, Tucker then murmured, "You're actually rather good at this..."
Shrugging at Jake's comment, Tucker muttered under his breath, "Well, I don't look like your typical musician."
Glancing over at the paper as Jake worked through the problems, Tucker was a bit surprised that he really knew what he was doing and talking about. Going over the problems, Tucker then murmured, "You're actually rather good at this..."
Absinthe
Queen in Training
Jake thought he heard the guy say something about music or whatever. But it was not his to say or insist if he does not want to.
"And that's how you do it" he finally said and handed over the paper to Tucker.
He leaned back against his chair, crossing his ankles. He glanced sideways at Tucker. "Hey, you wanna hang out with me later? I did get you on detention."
And with that the teacher in charge of detention class arrived.
"I never expected to have students this early. What should I assign to you then?"
(PS: What happens during detention? I...never had it. ^^; And feel free to use the detention teacher.)
"And that's how you do it" he finally said and handed over the paper to Tucker.
He leaned back against his chair, crossing his ankles. He glanced sideways at Tucker. "Hey, you wanna hang out with me later? I did get you on detention."
And with that the teacher in charge of detention class arrived.
"I never expected to have students this early. What should I assign to you then?"
(PS: What happens during detention? I...never had it. ^^; And feel free to use the detention teacher.)
Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
(I've only had detention once and the teacher just left the students to work on their homework. Only rule was it had to be silent, no talking allowed)
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