Soap
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Thread Topic: Soap
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Will found it hard to concentrate, his gaze continuously drifting back to the ebony locks in front of him. Sometimes it seemed like Oliver was all he could think about. Like a 'lovesick puppy', his mother said affectionately (while his father cursed at him for being a freak, but that was irrelevant) the teacher finally stopped talking, and he saw her glanced at Oliver with a look of annoyed recognition. She knew he wasn't paying attention. But luckily, she sighed and went on with the lesson.
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Oliver found his mind drifting back to the idea that had been crossing his mind over the past three weeks. This didn't bother him as much it it used to, because he very much was bent on actually comitting the act. He knew it was wrong, but if he chose to do it, he knews it would feel so right. Sometime soon, he snapped out of that state, going back to his normal train of thought.
Silently, he wished for the class to end, finding it overly annoying and tedious. He always had asked to be a homebound student, but his father always insisted that he go. This was in hopes of making Oliver somewhat more social, which obviously hadn't worked. -
It seemed like years before the bell finally rang. Will jumped out of his seat, startled by the sudden noise. The teacher looked mildly annoyed that her lecture was being put to an end, but he figured she'd get over it. He stuffed his notebook back into his bag and hoisted it over one shoulder. His next class was different from Oliver's, which worried him a bit. He had a sneaking suspicion that a few kids might be picking on his boyfriend. He'd never asked, in fear of upsetting him, but it still worried him.
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Oliver had to collect himself after the noise went off, and once he did, he groaned. He hated his next class. He came to a stand, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. Due to his mood, he said nothing and did nothing except for leave the room in a fit of annoyance and anger. He felt somewhat guilty for not even sparing Will a word, but he would make it up after school, surely.
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Will bit his lip and reminded himself not to be offended when Oliver all but stormed out of the word, totally silent. He sighed and stepped out of the room, quietly headed towards his own second class. He hoped he hadn't done anything to upset Oliver, and as he walked he wracked his brain for anything he could've done to upset the other boy.
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As he neared the gym for physical education, he found himself despising the school even more. It wasn't that the subject bothered him, because he was more than capable of doing whatever asked of him. It was the people constantly yelling and the stomping and squeaking against the gym floor. It was the constantly getting brushed or "accidentally" hit by his classmates. It was the shock that smacked into him when he heard the ringing noise of the teacher's whistle when he was too close.
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ah I didn't even see you reply sorry D:
Art class. Will groaned. He didn't have anything against the subject really, but he'd never been good at it. As hard as he tried to make his work look good, it never seemed to turn out the way he wanted. Not to mention that the teacher was an older man who only seemed interested in praising the pretty girls in the class. He set his bag down and smiled slightly, he had to stay optimistic. It wasn't so bad, really. -
dude it's fine xD
While Oliver changed, which involved being very discreet, he attempted avoiding all of the noises by doing this activity as quick as possible. He scurried out and onto the court, taking his seat where he was supposed to. He could already hear the sneakers squeaking, which caused his foot to tap against the floor in agitation. If only he had the period with Will. He sighed, digging under his fingernails in order to take his focus off of everything surrounding him. -
now I feel awful I was waiting for you to post XD
Will groaned again, huffing in annoyance as a smudge of red paint stained his fingers. He rolled his eyes and went to the sink, for what seemed like the hundredth time, and the period had only just started. He made small talk with a few of the other kids at his table, but he was still wishing to be back next to Oliver, away from school and his parents and preferably anything else. -
hunna it's totally alright xD i make the same mistake pretty often
Oliver watched as the students flooded from the locker rooms, laughing out loud, screaming their stupid jokes and ignorant opinions. He couldn't help but shiver somewhat. He tried to ignore this as his gym instructor sauntered sassily in front of the rowdy class. He particularly dislike this teacher for the following reasons.
She always dress like it was going to be eighty degrees outside, her shorts just barely being appropriate for a teacher, her tight undershirt causing the boys to go apes---, and her even tighter top making them pant with anticipation. Oliver found it to be completely unprofessional. He also wanted her to cut her hair, which hit just below her forearm, which she always wore in a tight ponytail. Her voice was also high-pitched and seemingly seductive, but there was nothing he could do about this. She was the teacher, he was the student.
She began to explain the plans for the day, which was a pretest of what they knew of the sport known as soccer. This involved playing a game to see what skills each kid was able to do. Oliver interally shrank, aware of what the games had in store for him. -
*disliked
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okie ^^
"What is this?" Will jumped, pausing in his feeble attempt at painting when he heard the teacher's voice behind him. He stayed quiet, knowing that if he answered he'd probably land himself in detention. "This? This isn't painting. Start over." He muttered, before wandering off to criticize another student. Will grumbled something about stupid teachers and rose to get a new piece of paper. -
yesyes goodie
She blew that whistle so unexpectedly that Oliver nearly yelped in complete surprise. His face contorted into one of disgust as he erected his body, watching at Ms. Guile escorted the class outside and onto the soccer field. He jogged to catch up to the others. He only hoped that he didn't have to do much, because he honestly didn't want to.
The classmates set themselves up on the field, taking their positions quicker than Oliver could even get there. Once he did, the only available spot was a place with the offensive strikes. He swallowed heavily, going to his designated area. Ms. Guile clapped her hands, yelling for them to start the game.
Oliver stared on as the ball took off in his team's favor. He only ran when the lady screamed for him to do so. Even then, he was not giving his best effort, feeling that he did not have to. This was, after all, a pretest for the student growth objective. The tests never counted, so he didn't have to worry. -
Will was painting about as violently as anyone could paint a still life of a bowl of fruit. Stupid teacher. Stupid school. Stupid parents. Stupid lack of Oliver in this class...He sighed as turned his paper away, out of the teacher's view. He really didn't want to have to start over again.
Eventually the man gravitated back to the group of giggling, tight-shorts wearing, make-up coated girls in the corner, and left Will to his failing painting. It was only second period, the boy noticed with an exhausted exhale. -
It only took until halftime of the game when Oliver found himself facefirst in the dewy grass. Now, this had been a result of the events prior to the a--hole jock shoving him aside.
He hadn't been participating like he should have been, so when he finally decided to, he went after the first person that he saw with the ball. He assumed that it would be simple enough to steal the ball with a quick swipe. His plan, however, horrifically failed, the other male stiff-arming him so hard that he fell to the ground in a heap.
As he shook the dizziness from the fall away, he hid his overwhelming embarrassment, biting onto his lip tightly with his eyebrows furrowed. He furiously wiped his now soiled chin, tasting blood coming from some place in his mouth. Ms. Guile was having some tantrum about him just sitting there, but it really wasn't his fault.
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