Extra Credit (MxM)
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When he entered the class room and found it void of any other students, Charlie made sure to avoid Matty's eyes, taking a seat at the very back of the class. Once again, something he'd never done before. Normally, he stayed up front due to his focus on school work, but now, he just wanted to be as far away from Matty as possible. And, seeing as it was going to be at least a few minutes before any other students showed up, he went to the front of the class, grabbing the pass. He didn't ask, but rather held up his injured hand, and stated, "I'm going to the nurse," And went to leave, planning to get some ice.
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Matty knew it was Charlie even at a glance but did his best to not mention anything in case anyone overheard the conversation. He knew his one-nighter was feeling nervous about what they'd done before, and he truly felt bad for him. Matty let out a silent sigh and looked through the folder, where the lesson plans from the previous teacher were, in his lap. When Charlie showed him where he was headed, the older nodded. "Hurry back. We're going over something important today."
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Charlie realized, as soon as he stepped into the hall, that he didn't want to go to the nurse. Instead, he took off to the back hall, heading out to that small spot behind the cars, sinking down. After digging in his pockets, he found his box of cigarettes, and the lighter Matty had given him. Regardless of where the thing came from, he wanted to smoke. And that's what he did.
It was a full twenty minutes, with two three and a half cigarettes down, before he returned to class, taking his seat without a word. He'd put his jacket in the locker, so that he wouldn't smell distinctly of smoke. -
Matty watched as students filed in one after another, and it was clear that he'd have to start without every being there. Seniors were a bit different than Juniors. They were either very mature adults, ready for life. Or self-entitled little s---s that thought their popularity, looks, or 'athleticism' would carry them on in life. But he plastered a smile on his face and introduced himself a bit, then was explaining the project when Charlie came back. Empty-handed. The brunette paused for only a moment to make a mental note, then went back to his teaching. "I need everyone to get in groups based on the books you've all been reading. If you're not finished, today and tomorrow are days for Sustained Silent Reading. Headphones are fine while reading, I just don't want to hear them."
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Charlie, or course, was already finished with his project. He had been since the week before the break. The boy slid into his seat, and pulled out his phone, and paused, raising his hand. Some teachers didn't like students to read on their phones, as there was always the possibility of them texting. And, as he didn't want to get in trouble, Charlie decided to ask. He'd never been one to break the rules, and he didn't want to start now.
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Matty watched as some people took out books and began to read while others stared down at their crotches. "Phones away. If you need the for academic purposes, you ask. I catch a single text and they're all away." He told them sternly, and he got attitude back for it that he ignored. The young man was just sliding off his pedestal when he noticed the hand go up. Charlie. "Yes, Charlington?" Matty used the boy's full name to seem more professional rather than familiar.
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"Just Charlie, thank you. May I use my phone to read? I have a couple books downloaded." He lowered his hand, keeping his eyes on the white board behind Matty. Somewhere to his left, he heard one of the jocks laughing, mocking him in a high-pitched voice that sounded nothing like his own. Normally, he would have ignored it, wouldn't have given it a second thought. But today he snapped, grabbing the text book that was laying on the counter next to him. He flung it in their general direction. "Shut the f--- up, Micheal, or I swear to God I'll-" He broke off, realizing the whole class was staring at him, and fell silent, lowering his eyes to the desk.
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Matty seemed to act as if nothing happened as he walked over to pick up the book, gently brushing his hand over the cover then gently setting it on his desk. Almost as if he were comforting it. He took off his glasses and set them beside the book. His eyes seeming to narrow rather passive aggressively. "Yes, Charlie, you may. Please sit down. I will disregard this outburst today, but next time there will be consequence. And as for you.." His icy gaze shifted over to the cause of the problem. "Micheal. Would you mind sharing with me what sports you play?"
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Charlie suck down in his seat, pulling out his cell phone. He pulled up one of his books, and scrolled back to the page he was on, trying to absorb himself in the magical world of Harry Potter. Micheal, who had been working on his project with a couple girls, raised an eyebrow at Matty. "Football, soccer, tennis, and baseball. Why?"
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"Tennis is a great sport.." He mumbled to himself as he leaned against his desk, crossing his arms. "Why? Because I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm in the same general generation as you are, and from what I've learned so far is that some jocks are such huge dicks to everyone and think they're the center of the universe. But after high school, they're not important anymore because there will always be someone better. Are you going to become that slacker who thinks they can just coax along in life until karma pimp slaps some sense into you when it's too late? Or are you going to do what you need to do instead of focusing your energy on insulting other people who could, with hard work and dedication, become great themselves?" Matty took a deep breath after his tangent, not realizing just how much he'd said. "I also have zero tolerance for any form of bullying, physical, mental, or psychological. So zip your lips and work on that graffiti project."
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"I have a scholarship to college playing football, and I'm getting a degree in medicine. I'm going to be a pharmacist," He retorted, rolling his eyes. Micheal was already turning back to the girls, but stopped at the mention of his so-called zero tolerance policy. "Oh, is that why you got onto Mr. Sparkles over there for throwing a book at me? You tolerated that, and he was aiming at my head."
"It's not big enough to aim at," Charlie huffed, his attention back on Matty and Micheal. He wasn't in the mood for this, so he stood, gathering his things. "I'm going back to the clinic. My head hurts." He didn't take the pass this time, just shouldered his bag, and left, without looking at Matty for permission. -
"Medical school. If you're going to study medicine, why not aim for something higher? Then again everyone needs a pharmacist, finding that kind of job wouldn't be difficult." Matty simply smiled and shrugged, not bothering to say his opinion on how a football scholarship is a joke to him. "I never said I'd mark you for it, you provoked it. And if you keep playing football, brain damage from a book will be no different from being tackled a little too hard." The older glanced at Charlie as he left and let out a sigh, moving to sit behind his desk. "Back to work everyone."
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"My dad's a pharmacist," He responded, shrugging. He watched Charlie leave, and got back to his own work.
Of course, he didn't go to the clinic. Instead, Charlie walked home, glad that his father almost always forgot to lock his door. He lounged on the couch for a bit, and then went through the fridge, returning to watch Disney princess movies while eating cotton candy ice cream.
Yeah, he thought, I'm gay. -
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Matty managed to get through the rest of the morning without as much trouble as his first class of seniors. When it came around lunch time, his mind was wandering back to Charlie. If he was in the closet, then how could other's know? Sure the kid didn't seem like everyone else, but there was no way they could know off the bat without having seen something to prove it. The young man let out a sigh as a much older teacher walked into his classroom, smiling warmly. He was a bit round with grayish-white hair and a short beard. "Bonjour, you're the new one, right? Some of us would like you to join us for lunch. Would you like to?"
He perked up, a bit surprised by the invitation, and nodded. "Ah..yeah. That sounds nice. Thank you."
"Well come on then, boy! We only have so much time." The man hurried him out to meet with a few other of the staff. All different subjects from French to Science.
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