School Daze

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan looked up at Tegan as he started to walk. He saw the concern and tried to give a smile to tell him he'd be okay. It didn't work very well. Then Mr. Willkonson told him to get to class. Quinlan stood up and started to walk slowly, head down.


Apparently the news of the fight already reached some people because there were whispers in the halls and people stared at him more. It was almost like they were shocked to see Quin without Tegan.


Getting to class, Quinlan sat down in the back and kept his head down. He was glad it was just notes. He wrote everything down carefully, managing to ignore the soft whispers around him.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Being dragged into a grey office Tegan was forced to sit down in a hard plastic chair. His eyes wandered about the room, casting his gaze along the walls cluttered with pictures of the Principal's three daughters an star-football son. Willkonson cleared his throat, slumping into his comfy leather chair, and swiveling towards his desk. He lifted his frames along the bridge of his nose, and shifted some pencils on the side of his desk so they were parallel with the wooden grains. "So, you've managed to beat the living hell out of two students today. Why should I keep you in my school?"


Tegan stared at the principal for a long moment, green eyes dull, face sullen.


"To be honest sir, he had it coming."


"No one has something like that coming to them, Karma." He said sharply, his grey eyebrows sunk together.


"He was sexually harassing Quin. I asked if there was a problem, and he said I was the problem."


"Go on..."


"So I made myself a problem for him. Like I said sir, he had it coming." Tegan didn't blink when he said this, nor did he show any signs of sympathy for the man he'd so wonderfully beaten.


"Harrassment is inexcusable, but then again so is harming a student." He mumbled, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temple with his pointer finger and thumb. "Since the end of the year is so close, I'll cut you some slack." He then pointed a sharp finger in the boy's direction, voice hardening. "But, you'll be serving detention tomorrow after school, lucky for you my daughter has a ballet recital tonight."


Tegan nodded, knowing there would be no sentence tomorrow, the school wouldn't be standing by the end of Friday.


"Now get the hell out of my office before I change my mind." He growled, making the white-haired boy spring to his feet and bound out of the office. He was incredibly surprised that he'd been let off so easily.


Tegan made his way to Math, no materials in hand, though he didn't mind much. It's not like he was actually going to take notes anyways.


When he barged into the rolling class, almost all eyes fell on his tall form, shocked that he was still aloud to roam the hallways. A hush fell over the crowd of peers as they glanced from their papers. Mr. Shlesky blinked once. "Please find your seat, Tegan. You can borrow some paper and a pencil from another student." He said, acknowledging the fact that he came to class unprepared for the lesson.


Tegan took a seat next behind Quin, the only one open in the class. It seemed that most of the students were trying their best to stray from the small kid's personal space, knowing that Tegan would jump at the chance to take down an attacker. He brushed his fingers over the nape of Quin's neck, stroking his hair gently.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan looked up at the sound of the door to the room opening. He was scared at first, the noise having shocked him. Then he relaxed. It was just Tegan. That meant he wasn't in any serious trouble, right? He hoped not. He watched as Tegan made his way to the back and sat down behind him.


He jumped just a bit at the first slight touch, he hadn't been expecting it. However he relaxed again. Somehow Tegan's touch made him feel like everything was going to be okay. He didn't just mean at school, but everything that ever seemed wrong.


As soon as Mr. Shlesky began again, he was right back to taking down the notes he gave them. With exams so close, he didn't want to miss any important information.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan continued to make small circles over Quin's skin with his fingertips, watching the teacher as he spoke. Though it seemed like he might have been listening intently to Mr. Shlesky's 'interesting' lecture. His mind was on other matters. What did Jacob have in mind as their objectives? Would they still be planting the seed in their inevitable fate? Did Tegan have it in him, to take so many lives?


The pit in his chest began to swell, blackness gripping his ribs.


They sit there, while you poison yourself.


While your insides give in.


No one cares.


No help.


No mercy.


But what about... Quin.


The boy's thoughts rammed themselves back into the face of Matthews. His small features gripping the strings along his heart again, making the separate feelings clash unpleasantly. Did he really want Quin to remember him as a killer? As a monster? He already was afraid of his impulsive behavior now, what would he do then?


What will I do? He's all I have left.


By this time, Tegan's hand had stopped, and now his palm was just gently played atop the male's shoulder. His eyes stared blankly at the front of the class, mind on fire with conflicting emotions.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan continued to write down everything that Mr. Shlesky said as Tegan's hand moved in circles. He found it comforting, in a way, to know that he wasn't alone. He felt Tegan's hand slowly stop circling on his neck and rest on his shoulder.


After a few moments, Quin found his left hand going up and gently placing it over Tegan's stopped hand. Even without looking back at him he could tell he was probably thinking about something that was taking up a lot of space in his head.


Quin knew he probably couldn't help him, but the least he could do was let Tegan know he was there for him.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

The soft hand fell across his fingers, ripping the white-haired boy from his spiraling thoughts. He looked at Quin's palm pressed gently on top of the back of his wrist, his stance loosening at the sight of the male. He felt calm in the presence of this boy, as well as alert at the sign of anyone looking ot harm him. It was strange, the protectiveness that fell over Tegan when he thought about Quinlan. He would do anything in his power to keep this boy happy, healthy, and out of harms way.


His stomach tightened. He wouldn't be able to protect him if he were to perish in the attack.


He wouldn't be able to think about him if he were gone.


He leaned over his desk and gently planted his lips on the nape of the boy's neck, a quick kiss placed along the boy's soft skin.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan could feel Tegan relax. It made him feel better about the situation. He continued to take notes. Mr. Shlesky wasn't the most exciting teacher. Mostly he just droned on and wrote problems down on the board. It was rather boring to listen to, but Quin made himself pay attention.


He felt Tegan shift a little bit, but he hadn't thought much of it. Until he felt the lips lightly touch his neck. In a moment, his face had turned red and his heart had started to beat faster. He hadn't been expecting that. He had stopped writing for a moment after it happened. However, he heard Mr. Shlesky say something else about the problem and he went back to taking notes.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

The small shift in Quin's form made Reagan's blood following in his veins quickly. He liked the way the boy's skin felt along his lips, making the warmth inside the pit set again. His body was a large mesh of conflicting feelings, ones he was certain of and others that continued to anger him with their complications. The teacher turned abruptly towards the white-haired male, expression just shy from displeased. "Tegan, how often do we have to keep up this charade?" He chirped, stopping his lecture entirely because one student refused to take notes. "Quit messing with Quinlan, he's trying to concentrate."


"Yeah Teegs, let your girlfriend work." A kid up front piped in, the back of his head facing the tall male.


This comment made him stand to his feet abruptly, yellow-green hues on angryfire. He gritted his teeth, heavy boots falling along the granite floor making loud clunks as he slowly walked to the front of the class. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." He said, his hands slamming onto the desk of a Connie O'neil.


Mr. Shlesky knew exactly where this was going "Karma take your sea--"


"No, I want to hear what he has to say." He snapped, cutting his teacher off midsentance. His crazed eyes snapped back towards the light-blond, brown eyes swelling with fear. "Go on." He urged, his nails digging into the sides of the boy's desk.


"I-I- um... I'm sorry!" He screamed, tears breaking off from his lids and splashing along the wooden surface. He shut his eyes tightly.


"You're sorry? For getting caught, or offending Quin?" He pressed, anger rising in his chest. His vision tinted red, hands balling into fists, antisipating a face to slam his knuckles into.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan looked up when Mr. Shlesky called Tegan out on his behavior. He wanted to say that it was okay. Although, someone else pipped up. The comment seemed to stop any idea of Quin saying anything. He looked down at his desk as he heard Tegan make his way to the front of the room. His heart picked up when Tegan sounded very mad.


Quin looked up to see Tegan leaning on the desk, looking ready for a fight. He felt like he had to stop him from throwing a punch or something else. He didn't want Tegan to get in trouble. "T-T-Tegan." His voice was probably just loud enough for Tegan to hear at the front of the room. It was the loudest he'd spoken in class ever. However, he sounded slightly nervous about talking so loud, but he felt like he had to try and stop him.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan whipped his hand back, feeling all his strength into his elbow, waiting for Connie to answer his question. "You get one chance" he sneered.


A voice blurted out among the crowd of awe-stricken students. The soft voice traveled to his senses, making him drop his hand to his side, he glanced sideways at Quin, his other hand grasping the collar of the unfortunate peer.


"I'm r-r-really s-sorry." The boy stuttered, making team shove him back into his seat. He made his face as close to the boy's as uncumfortably possible, his breath falling over the meek face. He towered over most of the class.


"Watch yourself O'neil." He spat, his palm thumping the side of his head.


Mr. Shlesky growled audibly, his grey mustache tightened up. "Mr. Karma, I understand you were sticking up for a frien--"


"That was harassment." He tuned in, cutting him off once more. "Harassment towards a student's sexuality." He continued, large pupils falling along the class, their faxes burning in the back of his mind. "I swear to god, if one of you little fuckers so much as looks at Quin wrong..." he let the threat hang in the air before trudging back to his seat, folding his hands neatly over his desk and then turning his attention back to their math teacher. "Go on." He mused, dropping the subject entirely.


The teacher gawked at Tegan for a long moment, trying to decide whether or not he should send the brat into the hallway. He fixed his gaze on the rest of the class, their eyes bulging at the event that had just taken place. "If I hear one more word about 'sexuality' or any form of teasing towards someone for their preferences, you'll be sent back to the first grade so quickly your head with spin!" With that he turned back to his lecture, continuing on about math.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan held his breath when Tegan looked at him. He waited, hoping that Tegan wouldn't do anything. He flinched a little when Tegan's hand made contact with the other boy's head. However he did nothing else. Quin looked down when Tegan said it was harassment.


He never thought about it like that. He wished he could go back to thinking like he did before, but it didn't seem possible. Tegan's footsteps seemed to echo through the classroom as he sat back down. Then Mr. Shlesky threatened the class as well and went back to teaching.


Quin went back to taking notes, feeling glad that Tegan hadn't hit the other. He still didn't want Tegan to get in trouble because of him.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

The class moved on in silence, the threat given by Team hanging in the air. The atmosphere was thick with fear, but the white-haired boy played no mind to it. His eyes were fixed on the soft locks of the light before him. He kept his hand on the boy's back, moving his fingers lightly over the baggy sweatshirt. He continued to massage the scrawny boy's back, his thumbs pressing against tight muscles to sooth his stance.


The bell rang, making the bodies around them shift quickly to the door. Tegan stood slowly, his hand still over the boy's shoulder. "Are you hungry?" He asked lightly, lifting his fingers to the boy's head.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan couldn't help but feel more relaxed as Tegan's fingers pushed against his muscles. He still took notes, but it never occurred to him that class might be ending soon. When the bell rang, he jumped a bit. Sometimes he really hated the bell. It was loud and seemed to just come out of nowhere. He packed up his things as Tegan stood. Then he looked up at him. "Um, I guess." He said. He then stood up and looked up at Tegan again.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

With his hand moving down, smoothing out brown locks, he pressed forward. They walked with Tegan pressed lightly behind Quite, his eyes resuming alomg the faces that met them in the hallway. Most of the students gawked at the couple with awe-stricken fear, too scared to say something because of the impulsive taller male. His yellow-green hues shot from person to person, taking note of who turned their head in disgust. He moved them towards the lunchroom, his own stomach growing unpleasently. He hadn't eaten anything since the pizza the night before, and it was weighing heavy in his gut. They passed clusters of tables, weaving through the crowd to the back of the ever increasing lumch-line, both palms cupping the male's neck lightly.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan felt better with Tegan behind him. He liked to assume the best in people, but it was hard after what had happened today. Not with Tegan, he knew that Tegan was just defending him. He stared at the floor as they walked, trusting Tegan to guide him. Then they were in line and he wasn't sure what he felt like eating if anything.


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[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan glanced down at the brown haired boy, his face falling slightly. He'd hung his head low the whole way to the lunchroom. It seemed that school was just as much of a burden to Quin as it was to himself. He turned positions in the line, standing in front of the smaller male. He placed his fingers under the boy's chin, thumb pressed under his lip, and lifted his face. He gazed into the other's emerald eyes, searching for something. He wasn't sure what though. "Is something wrong?" He asked softly, pure concern on his face. His brain was calm, fixated on Quinlan.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan felt his face being lifted up. His eyes met Tegan's and he saw the concern. He knew that Tegan cared, his actions made it obvious, but it was still weird to see it there. It took him a moment to answer. "U-Um, n-no." He just wasn't exactly sure how to say what he was thinking about, so he just didn't say it.


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[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Team brought the teenager closer, his hand cupping his cheek. Pale lashes drooped, worry selling under his tongue. "What is it?" He asked, his thumb trailimgnover the other's cheekbone. "What's wrong, Quin?"

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan really didn't know what to say now. How was he supposed to tell him what was so hard to put into words? He let his eyes fall to the ground, vey aware of the eyes secretly watching them. "I-I don't, I don't know." He said quietly. He wished he wasn't so confused.


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[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan dropped his hand from the smaller male's face, and turned away from him sharply. His chest burned with the feeling of rejection. All he wanted was to be let in, to be loved, and to love. What was rolling around in the other's head, what couldn't he make his mind up about? "How do you not know if something is wrong?" He asked, a pang of hurt in his voice.

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quin felt his heart drop when Tegan's hand left his face and he saw the other turn away. He'd upset Tegan and he felt terrible. All he had done was ask what was wrong, just like he had done many times already. His heart dropped more when he heard the hurt in his voice. "I-I just, I'm not, um, I'm not sure how to, how to say it." He said quietly. He never had to tell anyone what he was feeling before. It was hard, especially since he felt confused by it.


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[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan nodded, but refused to look back at the smaller form. His eyes pinned on the back of the person in front of him. He understood not being able to form your emotions into words, yet it still filled him with anger that he wasn't at least trying. Why was he gettimgnso worked up about it anyways? There were more secrets hidden away in his mind then there were humans on the face of this earth. After a while he finally turned towards Quin, but kept his distance. "It's me, isn't it?" He asked, white hair falling over his eyes. He tried to hide the hurt in his features. "What I did, when those people were harassing you." He paused, stuffing his hands in his pocket and keeping an arms length of space between them. "I couldn't help but protect what I hold dear. You're all I have right now, Quin."

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan didn't look up when Tegan stayed facing forwards. He had really upset Tegan and he knew it. He just wasn't used to anyone asking if he was okay and what was wrong. "I'm sorry." He mumbled before Tegan had turned around. He looked up at him when he asked if it was him. "No." He said, his voice was certain. "It, um, it's them." He added quietly.


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[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Tegan took a quick glance from under his eyelashes, yellow-green eyes planting themselves across a sea of bodies. He gathered his composure, trying hard to see the smaller boys point of view. And he did... and he didn't like it. A name popped into his head whenever he focused on a face, their skin burning in the back of his mind with every sweep. "Just tell me who, and when." He murmured, before placing a hand upon the male's cheek.


The line moved.


"They can't touch you Quin. I won't let them. You're safe, here, with me."

 

[Tinker Bell]

Quinlan looked up at Tegan when he felt his hand on his cheek. His heart skipped a beat and he felt his face get warm. He was still trying to get used to the feeling that someone was actually going to stand up for him. It wasn't a bad feeling, just different. He nodded a bit before Tegan added that he wouldn't let anyone touch him. Then he said he was safe with him. "Thanks." He said with a small smile. He felt better now, but not entirely certain about he things that confused him before.


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