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Post by kain eli watson on Mar 14, 2012 13:35:42 GMT -8
Kain wandered into his music class, his eyes glued to the floor and the blood still coloring his flushed cheeks. He'd knocked down some freshmen, dropped his books on some kids head, and almost fell down the stairs. He often wondered why he even tried to walk among those who were more graceful than him. Kain managed to walk over to an empty chair and he sat down, gracelessly.
He let his fringe fall in his face in an attempt to hide his still flushed face. Music was one thing he was good at, he hoped that he'd enjoy this class at least. It was doubtful though. He'd heard that the teacher was sort of a dick. Kain set down his bag and touched his jeans, resting his elbows on his legs and his head on his hands. He glanced around the classroom silently, wanting nothing more than to go home to his parents. That was likely. He frowned sadly and shut his eyes.
Kain's mind wandered back to his home. His mother's designs, his bedroom. The pillow that his cat slept on, the pile of clothes next to his closet, the unmade bed, and the corner of the room where his drums were. It was the epitome of home. When he opened his eyes, he was back at school.
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Post by mason james monroe on Mar 15, 2012 15:07:52 GMT -8
 like most days, mason had to drag himself out of bed for the morning classes. he luckily had no first period, so that meant that he got a good hour of extra sleep, compared to the other teachers. today, though, he was woken up early by a different staff member, and he hadn't been able to fall back to sleep. it was just the first day, they had thought it would be fun to do something as an entire staff, but all mason could think was fuck that. he didn't like the other teachers, and a majority of the students were little fuckers that he also could not stand.
he didn't bother showering, considering he'd taken one the night before. the girl he'd slept with the night before hadn't left any evidence of being there, which was always nice. he looked at the clock, and it turned out, he'd actually been laying in bed a long time. quickly, he pulled on whatever clothes he could find and started off towards his class, coffee laced with alcohol in his cup now. he managed to get to his classroom right before class started, sitting down at the tiny desk he had.
as students started filling in, he watched one of the kids. he was cute, seemed like a quiet person, but that was just because his head was pointed directly at his feet. he watched him for a moment until the bell rang, taking a sip off his coffee. "so, you little shits." he started, standing in front of the many desks. "we're gonna go over some rules today and probably have some sort of essay that i know all of you guys will bullshit the day before it's due." he said flatly, eyes skimming over the students.
"anyone have any questions right off the bat? we can start by you learning about me a little bit, not that it matters.. maybe that's what your essay will be on, just to see your work ethic or whatever." he said, pulling a chair over. technically this was music, but he didn't give a rats ass. he'd assign an essay and they'd probably never see it again.
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Post by kain eli watson on Mar 16, 2012 3:25:01 GMT -8
Kain forced himself to look up as the teacher walked in. He was shocked when the teacher started throwing curse words around. Kain didn't think he'd ever heard a teacher curse blatantly during class. Then again he had never been to a school much like this. His eyes raked over his body as he spoke. He stopped looking at him and looked up suddenly.
An essay? He was bad at those. He could barely write sentences with proper grammar. How was he going to manage an entire essay. Kain sighed a little and pushed his fingers through his hair. Work ethic? This was getting worse. "Cool." he said sarcastically under his breath. He hoped this wasn't going to be a sign for the rest of the year. Kain closed his eyes again and faced the floor again. It was easier doing this than resting his head, falling asleep, and getting berated in front of the class. His fingers moved to play with his tie a little. He didn't want to listen, he just wanted to play drums.
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Post by mason james monroe on Mar 16, 2012 9:03:49 GMT -8
mason glanced at the kid in the back, narrowing his eyes for a moment. this was going to be a long day, he could already tell. he hated actually doing his job, only there at the school to seize opportunity to basically live and eat for free. teaching classes wasn't what he wanted to do, especially right now. he walked back to his desk, eyes on the kid in the back for a long moment. he grabbed his coffee, taking a long drink before sitting in the chair he'd pulled up. "you, kid in the back. what's your fuckin' name?" he asked.
he wasn't sure how the kid would react, hopefully get embarrassed and red-faced like he'd been when he walked in. "you're first. your name, grade, what instrument you play or want to play, and one question for me." he said, arms crossed as he looked at the kid, waiting impatiently for an answer. there were a few snickers from some other kids around the room because one of them had been called out. he remembered which ones they were though, and he was ready for them to all be picked next. mason rested against the back of his chair, eyes on the kid in the back of the classroom.
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Post by kain eli watson on Mar 16, 2012 11:58:07 GMT -8
His eyes were open, blatantly admiring his black tie. Kid in the back, that was him. Kain looked up trying to think of something to say back to his teacher. His face lit up with a blush without him asking it to.
"Kain, twelfth, drums,"
[/b] he paused for a moment, drawing his speech out delicately. "And are you stupid" he asked aloud, although it was mainly meant for inside his own head. How could he not infer what instrument Kain would play? He was sitting in the back. Kain sank deeper into his seat, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Kain wasn't a mean person, but he wasn't a fan of bullies. Mr. Monroe just seemed like the bullying type. Odds were that Kain would never speak again. He wasn't interested in friends, just getting out of school. He was fucked now. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by mason james monroe on Mar 22, 2012 10:56:34 GMT -8
mason smirked slightly, looking at the kid for a moment. he liked lip, however he wasn't about to tolerate it. he looked at the kid, kain, and motioned for him to stand up. "all questions like that are getting punishment." he said flatly, motioning for the boy to stand up. "therefore, you're moving to the front. and you're going to spend detention in here, rather than in the detention room because we have some shit to discuss. come in after your last class." he said. and by discuss he meant that he would be showing him how to behave the hard way, literally.
he pushed one of the suck-up kids out of their seat in the front of the class, handing them their bag and motioned for them to go sit in the back of the room. he would make this kid's life hell if he had to, it wouldn't be hard, either. he was in high school, how hard could it be to make someone embarrassed to the point where they were bright red in the face with their head down like kain had been when he walked in the door around five minutes before. "not so funny now, right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and waiting for him to move.
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Post by kain eli watson on Mar 22, 2012 12:06:40 GMT -8
Kain figured this would happen, that was okay. There was only 181 days left in school. 181, that wouldn't be hard, right? He pushed his body out of the desk and moved to the front of the class, his eyes focusing on the ground, making sure that he wouldn't catch his feet on backpack straps. His hair fell around his face, shielding it from the eyes of his many peers. All he wanted to do was play drums, why did things have to be so difficult?
He sat his backpack down in front of his chair and dropped onto it. Kain looked up at his teacher and smiled a little. "I never said it was funny. That's putting words into my mouth." he said quietly. He leaned back in his chair and rested his arms in his lap. He could have said more, but he wasn't going to. He was tired and didn't feel like talking. There would be plenty of time to talk when he was in detention later.
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Post by mason james monroe on Mar 24, 2012 19:04:17 GMT -8
with that, the day went on. it seemed to drag on forever but he managed to keep himself awake at the thought of what would be happening later that night. he just smiled to himself, grinning to himself like an idiot while he pretended to teach his classes, just standing around most of the day, "bullying" his students. that's what he did the best, and it was the only thing that brought him joy throughout his entire day.
at the end of the class he had told kain to come to his classroom no later than five minutes after the bell had rung. he didn't know if that would actually happen, but he actually hoped it didn't, so that he could give him another detention the next day. he had a lot planned for him, and even if the kid went to another teacher or administration, he wouldn't be able to stop him. they wouldn't care. nobody really did.
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Post by kain eli watson on Mar 24, 2012 19:25:59 GMT -8
Kain stumbled into his teacher's classroom a minute or two before his deadline. His face was red from dropping a book on some undeserving underclassman's head. Butterfingers should have been his middle name, not Eli. Perhaps if his parents hadn't been so religious it probably would have been. He'd always been the kid who dropped things and tripped over his own feet.
He had absolutely no idea what to expect. Mr. Monroe was not a typical teacher, there was no telling what his detention would be like. Kain dropped his bag silently on the ground. His eyes looked around the room until it spotted his manly teacher. Manly. Why manly? Well there was something distinctly alpha about him. He kind of looked like someone who would spend their days picking children's flesh out of his teeth. There he was. He looked down. This was going to be awkward. Mr. Monroe, a handsome and scary teacher, and Kain, aka awkward, how could it not be awkward?
"I'm here."
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Post by mason james monroe on Mar 25, 2012 8:23:35 GMT -8
mason watched as the student stumbled into his room. he figured he should have had him meet him in his office, but he hadn't thought of it when it had been happening. quietly, he watched the boy for a moment, rolling his eyes. the blush was cute, he'd obviously done something embarrassing or got embarrassed by someone else. whichever it was, he still looked cute. he hoped to be able to do something like that to him sooner than later. "you don't say." he muttered, glancing up at the kid for a moment.
he motioned to the chair in front of his desk. "sit here." he said flatly, arms crossed. his eyes moved down the kids body, biting his lip gently. there were so many thoughts as to what he was going to do. he had to take it slow, though. "we're going to move to my office soon, got it?" he muttered, looking through some of the papers that suck-up students had turned into him. he just wanted to laugh in their faces, but he didn't. he restrained himself. after a moment, he tossed the papers in the trash, looking up at the boy for a second.
"do you know why you're here, kid?"
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Post by kain eli watson on Mar 25, 2012 12:01:00 GMT -8
He sat upon being ordered to. He had no ideas what to expect from this detention. If it was awkward then that might be punishment itself. Kain bit his lip gently looking at Mr. Monroe's desk. "Um... okay." Kain said, acknowledging his teacher's statement. He let his mind wander as to what the state of this man's office would be. He had no idea. Kain didn't know enough about this man to understand how he'd keep things like that.
Kain kept his lips sealed after his question. He thought long and hard about how to continue. "Because I asked you a simple question, like you asked, and you were offended." His eyes flashed up to his teacher's to watch his reaction. Kain didn't think of himself as a bad ass, he was quite the wimp, but it didn't matter. He'd probably find himself here again soon.
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