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Post by Sarah on Nov 28, 2008 19:10:13 GMT -5
The week that had past, was long, and purely solitary.
Good, the less he saw of Boy-Wonder, the better, right? In some ways, yeah, that was true. Just, it wasn't in the case of his grades. With the week that past, so did the Tuesday and Thursdays tutoring. Claude didn't even bother to let himself feel guilty about it. One more hour he could relax.
Just, Mr.MacDonald was going to make it certain that he didn't have that hour to relax again.
A humble Wednesday morning, Claude not really paying mind to the date. It was just another day, after all. The bell chimed, cluing Claude in that it was time to get out of this hell that was called Math Class. Some of the most sinister things had innocent names, he thought. Kida, being a prime example. He rose from his seat after collecting his books, not straightening the tie around his neck as he progressed to the door.
"Just a moment, Claude."
Dammit.
Claude turned round to face the teacher, his eye brows raised. But, Mr.MacDonald wasn't facing his direction. "You too, Nakita." He prompted.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 28, 2008 19:21:35 GMT -5
He just wanted to go home. To just escape this entirely horrible visit at Eddingborough. The only good thing he had going for him was Ernest, and he didn't want to think about how long it would take before he screwed over that friendship, too. The blond had done as he was told. He had been consciously avoiding the brunet, despite the fact they shared the same math class. He refused to look at the other, refused to even think about looking at him. Refused to fantasize, refused to even acknowledge the fact that he even happened. Because the sooner he did that, the sooner he could just move on.
Some people just didn't mesh well.
But, Oh God, the way the other had been kissing him? Unforgettable. The way those fingers grazed his chest and teased his nipples? Delicious. The fact that the other had touched him was still surprising but...but it had been right, hadn't it? It had felt good. Another realization washed over Nakita as he sat quietly in his desk, waiting for the bell to ring, the fact that the other was probably still furious with him. Mad about...everything.
A sigh parted from his lips, heavy heart rising the moment the bell ring. Instantly he was up from his seat, collecting his things and looking to make a free break for it but hearing his name at the worst possible moment. Body stilled, a groan parting his mouth before trudging slowly up to the front of the room, sitting himself down on one of the desks in the front row and sighing. You just couldn't punish cute, sweet boys.
Kill him now.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 28, 2008 19:29:55 GMT -5
Claude didnt even have the patience to take a seat in the front row as Kida had. One foot was in the doorway, trying his best to escape inconspiciously.
"Shut that door, will you, please?" Mr.MacDonald asked innocently, though he had seen the teen inching out the door. Muttering a curse under his breath, Claude shut the door, willing himself to not use the amount of force he wanted to. If he could have, he would have slammed that door, shattering the glass at the top of the door. Distracted slightly, he realized how dumb it really was to have a window that high up on a door...
"Now, boys," Mr.MacDonald began, demanding Claude's attention, who angled his head to look at the teacher, doing his best not to look at the fifteen year old. "I stayed late on Tuesday, in hopes of watching your progress in tutoring, but neither of you showed up." He said, folding his hands pleasantly on the desk. He rose a brow. "What's the million dollar excuse?"
Claude bit his lip. Of course the old man had to keep a special eye on him.. For only a fleeting second, Claude's glacier blue eyes flickered to Kida, then back to the teacher, not saying anything. Heck, he'd let Kida come up with the excuse this time. It was he who would really be in more trouble than Claude would be. Claude would simply be lowered to another class, while Kida would actually have to deal with this bitch day by day.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 28, 2008 19:39:02 GMT -5
Claude seemed to take forever and a day when he made his way up to the front. His footsteps sounded endless and the fifteen year old shifted awkwardly on the desk he was propped upon, gazing at his math teacher's name tag on his desk before peering up at his obviously unimpressed man. He shied away slightly, as if almost embarrassed for meeting those eyes. It was only did he feel the other's heat near him did Mr. MacDonald begin, and already the fact that they had been caught skipping out on their tutoring was not a good sign. Of course there would have to be an explanation as to why.
Why?! Why couldn't this all just be dropped? Why couldn't they just move the fuck on already? Claude sucked at math, but it wasn't as if he was going to actually let Kida teach him anything, anyhow. The other was so stubborn, so mean and just..so...so...INFURIATING, that work would just never get done. Surely, the older man across from him knew this. Surely, he was just using this as some sort of lesson.
"I'm not tutoring Claude, Mr. MacDonald," he began politely, choosing his words very carefully. "I'm already drowning in school work already, and I've decided that I'd much rather pass on the responsibility to someone else. They can take care of him instead. Oh, also, he's requested I stay away from him and I imagine my tutoring skills would be completely rendered ineffective if I was to yell at him from across the room." A nod, picking up his things and taking a step back. "CanIgonow?" The words were literally shoved into one, messy request.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 28, 2008 19:46:29 GMT -5
Claude's and the older man's brows seemed to raise in synch. Well, Claude had imagined some sort of wussy excuse about being sick, but nothing so close as to the truth. Fine, whatever. Bottom line: Claude could be a real bitch sometimes.
Mr.MacDonald allowed the words to sink in before continuing. He turned to face Claude. "You have requested Nakita to stay away from you?" He asked, as if he hadnt hear Kida correctly. Claude swallowed down the urge to shrug. "Yeah, I have." He muttered simply. Face angled to look at Kida. "I believe you cannot go yet, Nakita." He murmured politely. "We'll have to come up with a solution for this." He nodded absently to himself. "Claude, take a seat." He instructed.
You had to be kidding. That's all Claude could really think about as his feet dragged sluggishly to a near by desk, collasping with a sigh. Didnt this just keep getting better and better?! Under the desk, a middle finger rose, flicking off the old man, though he couldnt see it. "Claude, I dont want to put you in remedial classes, if its not absolutely required." Mr.MacDonald said simply. "You need to swallow some of your pride, and let Kida help you. He's a bright kid, and he can do you some real good." As if Claude needed it pointed out to him that Kida was bright. He turned his head away, rolling his eyes before turning to face him again.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 28, 2008 20:01:09 GMT -5
Couldn't go? But Kida really, really wanted to go. This was not a comfortable subject for him and he had already said he had washed his hands of it. The fact that he even told bits and pieces of truths was surprising and to be honest, he didn't know what had got into him. Usually he would make up some silly little excuse. It just seemed that this particular time called for a really good excuse. "No, I'm going.." Kida replied, deciding that answer really didn't sit well with him. "I've already said I'm not tutoring Claude. I don't want too, I don't HAVE too. So I won't." His words becoming particularly breathy and he was seeming to lose a lot of color.
He didn't give teacher's trouble. He didn't back talk, and he certainly didn't walk away. But every instinct told him to vacate the area. Much like that distant time in which he had lured Claude into the Dark room. The blond had made up his mind and decided he would stay unflinchingly rigid with this. "Besides, in all honesty, it's not my responsibility to teach him at all! If he needs help, he should come to you!" Avoiding Claude at all costs, trying to stay true to his word. Panicked, like some sort of deer in the headlights and he was already drifting back, step after step, attempting to inch closer to that door as if to save himself from this hell.
"Find someone else!" He squeaked now, clutching his books and feeling so useless.
If this was what Claude wanted, so be it.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 29, 2008 8:15:48 GMT -5
Oh, it was all Claude could do to keep from laughing.
He'd really caused this much damage?! Enough to the point Kida was so insane that he would back talk Mr.MacDonald?! Bloody Hilarious. Not only that, but on the edge of frightening.
Or, perhaps not frightening, rather surprising. Definitely. So, maybe Claude didnt end up bursting with laughter like he would have perferred to do, but his lip, hiding his smirk from the teacher, which was only in full view to Kida. He didnt care. After all this, Claude especially wasnt concerned with manners, as Kida had guessed. He really was a smart boy.
Run away, Boy-Wonder. Run away...
Mr.MacDonald's brows rose, looking over his glasses at Kida. That was, to put it bluntly, unexpected. Here he was, his best student, and this happeneds? But, he didnt have the time to speak before Claude chimed in, obviously trying to make his expression either surprised, or unreadable. Either way, it was easy to see.
"When do I start the Special Education Classes?"
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 29, 2008 12:23:28 GMT -5
It seemed that no matter what he did, he always made the wrong choice. Ever since he got to Eddingborough he felt completely insignificant, and the feeling had certainly transfered into the next couple of days. The only moments he could recall even feeling remotely satisfied with his situation was whenever Ernest would be free to talk, or when Claude had been touching him. Those fingers had been so warm. He would happily let the digits explore him if only-- if ONLY they hadn't had slipped so low to his pants. How could he not look at Claude and not visualize that graphic scene all over again. Especially when it hit the blond again and again that--if he had stayed, if he hadn't been such a pussy, that boy might have..might have made love to him. Although, somehow that phrase and the brunet didn't seem to mesh so well together. Making love implied gentle, and by no means was the older boy tender. Another math class, and then another and finally the bell had rung to escape him from a third. Third years were filing out around him, some of them intentionally shoving the smaller boy simply because it was a cheap thrill and sending him back against another desk. A huff escaped that pink mouth, glaring down what seemed to be the last individual within the room. Books were being picked up hastily now, and for the first time, completely unaware that Claude was nearby.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 29, 2008 12:34:36 GMT -5
Surprisingly, MacDonald was promising Claude the chance to redeem himself, not that Claude would live up to it. Just one last chace to recieve a passing grade, and he could struggle his way through the class, or he could simply fail it, and go to an easier one. Wouldnt effect him, personally. Maybe make him feel like shit on ocassion, but he'd manage.
Claude was one of the first to stand when the bell rang, more than eager to get out of that god forsaken classroom. His own desk was a ways away from the door, but nothing dramatically long. Besides, he had time.
A fellow third year past him by quickly, pushing Claude's own books out of his hands before walking up to shove Kida into a desk. Claude looked at the stack of books on the floor, then the guy who walked out the room. "Jack ass." He mumbled, kneeling down to pick up his books. Even MacDonald was gone, for god knows why.
"Students and falculty, please excuse the interruption. We are going into a mandatory lock down. Students remain in your class rooms, thank you."
You had to be kidding.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 29, 2008 12:46:23 GMT -5
The clatter of books to the ground was the hint that someone else was in the room with him. Head jerked back, and breath had stilled in his throat when he caught sight of a familiar brunet reaching down for the mess of books and supplies at his feet. A certain amount of sympathy washed over the younger boy and he was about to go over and help him collect all the things that had been tossed. Sure, it would go against Claude's request but..he was just being nice.
However, as soon as the first year approached the older boy, about to lean over but then stilling as a familiar, whiny voice issued out over the intercom. Heart fell in his chest when the lock down was mentioned and now there was no leaving this room until it was over. After all, there were bound to be some serious repercussions if they decided to leave. This was for their own safety and if they didn't abide the rules; chances were they were both going to suffer.
This wouldn't stop Kida from doing a good deed, however, and as he had planned before, he leaned over, got down on his hands and knees and was picking up some stray paper for the other. No words really had to be said, did they?
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Post by Sarah on Nov 29, 2008 12:54:00 GMT -5
There were so many choice words in Claude's mind at the time, and that was before he noticed the little Greek boy at his side. A lock down?! And, right after class. If there was any choice time for a lock down, it would have been in the middle of that class, in the middle of the algebra lesson.
But, when he did spot the hand reaching out for the paper, and Claude's eyes trailed up from the hand to its owner, so many more words came to mind. Great.. Biting his lip, he glared at the door. Still open.. He could escape. He'd get hell for it, no doubt, but it'd be alright in the long run. Picking up the remainder of the books, he sat them on the desk, looking away.
A door slammed shut,
Shit.
Claude's head popped up, glaring at the door. Shut?! How could it be shut?! No...no. He was still in the room with Kida! That door was NOT supposed to shut until he was on the other side!
What a twist of fate.
Surely this was staged. Sighing, he sat down in one of the chairs behind the desk, trying to ignore Kida. 'He's not here,' He thought.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 18:53:53 GMT -5
It wouldn't matter how many times Claude tried to convince himself Kida wasn't within the locked Math room with him. The fact of the matter was that the scrawny first year was, and he was now up on his feet and he had placed the book down right on top of the rest of the stack, shyly swaying on his feet and looking just as helpless when the door finally shut tight, locking.
To be honest, he really wasn't so fond of the idea of spending his time with Claude, either. I mean, who willingly wanted to spend time with a cute boy who obviously hated your guts? A sigh, deep and heavy escaped Kida's throat and he shifted, deciding it was best if he just spoke up.
The sooner he apologized, the better, right? The sooner this would all become less awkward. Because, who really knew how long they'd be in here together. "Claude?" He began, shifting and sitting down on one of the many cleared desks. "I'm...I'm sorry for ruining things for you. I really am. It wasn't...it really wasn't my intention to give you a..horrible tutoring experience."
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Post by Sarah on Nov 30, 2008 19:02:59 GMT -5
Claude kept majority of his brown hair in his face, glaring at the door. If only he had some sort of magical telekinesis, like in the movies. Then, he could just simply unlock the door by sheer mind power. No, scratch that off the list, he didnt have mind power. Then again, none of that was real to begin with. Stupid Hollywood.
There was finally something the pair agreed on. Claude wanted to be locked up in a room for God knows how long with Kida the same way he wanted to be a shark's teething ring. Just, instead of sharp teeth poking into his skin, it'd be pointy small talk and apologies to dig under his skin.
Horrible Tutoring Experience? You had to be kidding. Horrible didnt come to describe it. You wanna be some guy's tease toy? Go meet Nakita Peterson, down in the first year dorms or the dark room. He'll be there, feeling up another guy, no doubt. Claude hadnt thought he'd be that sour but, he was so damn close! You couldnt have gotten closer than he was without being laid.
"I'm sorry too, fucker." He mumbled. He cracked open a random textbook on his desk, directing his eyes down towards it so he wouldnt have to see that innocent stare.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 19:27:10 GMT -5
He wasn't a tease! He was just confused with what he wanted. It was a mistake that got a little out of hand. In his defense he had apologized to the older boy, but by now, the fifteen year old couldn't help but notice that apologizing really didn't get him anywhere with the nasty third year. What on earth made him so damn unpleasant, anyhow? It wasn't as if Kida was ruining his life! If anything, he had to help him, to FIX his stupid life so his dumb ass wouldn't fail Math!
For the second time since he had been with Claude, anger had taken over. However, it was by no means 'eraser whipping at head' anger, it was outright rage. You just didn't treat people like that! Had this boy learned nothing as a child? Was he taught the things he did and said were alright? They were just...endless put downs.
And Kida wasn't used to dealing with difficult people like Claude. Not to this degree anyhow. Those mumbled words were what set the blond off and in and instant he rounded on the older boy, expression quite hard. Without a whole lot of thought or real idea of repercussions, the first year swiftly collided his hand upside his companion's head, the stinging in his fingers not even acknowledged.
"Who do you honestly think you are?!" His voice was barely controlled, words almost shaking. "You are not the ONLY goddamn person in the world who has come close to getting laid, you know that?! GROW UP! I mean, seriously, stop acting like a goddamn baby and just TALK to me! Real men don't MUMBLE."
Stupid, stupid idea. They were definitely locked in a room and chances were, if Kida screamed while being violently beaten, they wouldn't hear him.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 30, 2008 19:37:46 GMT -5
Things were simply not what they appeared to be. Kida was a tease through Claude's eyes, but many would agree if in his situation. But, really, he wasnt. Not that Claude planned on finding out, even trying to find out. This guy didnt have a chance of running through his mind again, hopefully, after he finally left him alone.
Claude knew of the exact power words had on a person, being screamed at for half his life. But, what would you expect for him to grow on? Constant criticism didnt help a guy to learn what was acceptable and not acceptable, though he knew better. Not many people other than himself knew that, of course, providing an alibi.
He was being a pussy. He'd realized that by now. But, heck, this was his puddle of misery and he'd wallow in it. Made him look God awful pathetic, but he'd take it. But, the collision of skin was definitely uncalled for.
Blue eyes looked up immediately as his hand made contact, staring at him with a swarm of undertones of rage and surprise, surprise taking up the majority. "Dang," He mumbled, allowing himself to bring a hand up to his face and rub his cheek, even while Kida yelled. He blinked at his words. "I think I'm a guy who's tired of your shit, and asked you to leave him alone!" He countered, his voice more controlled and, surprisingly, quieter, but only by a small amount. "I dont believe I NEED to talk to you. Fuck off. Leave me alone." He stated simply, coming to ignore the stinging.
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