Extra Credit (MxM)
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Thread Topic: Extra Credit (MxM)
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After a little bit, Charlie went upstairs to his room, locking the door behind himself. He drew the blinds, opening his closet, trying to figure out what he would wear tonight. Normally, he tried to avoid working on school nights, but work had been slow, and money was tight. He ended up picking a pair or neon pink skinny jeans, and a loose white top. He sat them out on his bed, leaning against the wall, trying to push every worry from his mind. He failed, or course. There was just too much to worry about.
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Matty was glad to have spent time with his superiors. He was doing his best to remember each staff member and what they taught; Mrs.Alint, one of the chemistry teachers that he'd seen the other day during make-up exams, Mr.D'Aramitz, the French teacher that had come to him with the invitation, Sra.Puga, the Spanish teacher, and Mr.Riese, the Ancient World teacher. Matty smiled and nodded, answering questions and sharing casual conversation with them. At one point, he released a sigh, speaking to himself aloud. "If only students got along this well..."
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(Aight then)
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(I was taking a shower, my reply to this was already half typed I'm sorry I love you and I'm so sorry I took so long to reply I got distracted I am so sorry)
It wasn't long before Charlie had done up his make up, after taking a shower and getting dressed. He let his hair dry, straightened it, and then stood in his room for a while. He did his homework while he waited for it to get dark outside. He had his bag on his shoulder, and was just about to open the door the the yard when his father's car pulled in the yard. Charlie dropped his back, and almost darted up the stairs, but stopped. It wasn't night. His father wasn't drunk. It would be okay.
At least, that was what he had thought, until the front door slammed up, the force of it hitting the wall causing a few picture frames to fall. Charlie mad a shrill little noise and panic, moving to get up the stairs. Of course, his father was faster than that, even drunk, grabbing his arm. He twisted it as an imaginable angle, and the boy tried to scream, but at that exact moment, his head slammed down on the stair's rail. Blood. And then darkness. -
(Seems everyone forgets about me these days...)
Matty finished the rest of his day strong, staying after for a few minutes to get his plans ready for the next day. His mind never went far from Charlie, and he couldn't help worrying about the kid and his reaction that morning for such a simple teasing. It was clear that this wasn't a first time thing, nor was it new. He sighed and stretched his arms above his head, deciding he'd try to talk to Charlie another time. For now, he grabbed his things and locked his door on his way out. -
(I'm sooooorrrrrry. I love you ;^;)
It was at least a few hours before Charlie woke up. He was laying at the bottom of stairs, and there was a small puddle of blood under his head. His arm was bent somewhere it shouldn't have been. He tried to use his hands to push himself up, but one of them wasn't working right, he couldn't seem to control it. Somehow, he managed to push lay propped against the wall. Charlie surveyed his injuries- Broken right arm, broken right wrist. Probably a couple cracked ribs because of how much it hurt to bleed. Head injury. Nothing on his legs, thank God. A lot of bruises and bloody placed that may or many not need to be wrapped up.
Somehow, he used his good arm to grab his bag, taking his phone out, calling Mark. He was at a party, but he wasn't drunk yet, so when Charlie asked him to take him to the emergency room, Mark said yeah, sure. And then he asked what happened. The younger gave a nervous laugh, and said something about falling down the stairs. And Mark, who knew that was a load of s---, asked him if the stairs were still there.
Charlie glanced out the window- No, his dad was gone. Good. -
Matty bit his thumb a bit when he was at a stop light, a busy one at that, and couldn't stop thinking about what to do to help his students. To help Charlie. He did his best to convince himself that he wanted to help because the boy was a student suffering from bullying, but he knew deep down there was another reason he wanted to help. Even though Charlie was almost a legal adult, that didn't mean he didn't need help sometimes. The hard part would be convincing him to accept it.
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With Mark on his way, Charlie somehow lifted himself into a semi-standing posture, leaning against the wall until his older friend bust through the door, took one look at Charlie, and said a simple, "We're going to the hospital," Before picking Charlie up, and taking him to do just that. He didn't remember much of what happened after that, but woke up with his arm in a sling, and a cast on his wrist. His chest had been bandaged.
The room was empty. He wasn't at a hospital, but rather Mark's house, in his bedroom. Charlie knew there was no way to work tonight, and he didn't feel like going to school for a while.
Charlie grabbed his phone off the night stand, and got contact numbers for his teachers. He got all of them, but he was only going to use one. He punched in Matty's number, waiting. -
He could feel the phone buzzing in his pocket and let out a sigh. Matty hated using his phone, especially when on the road, so he found the nearest parking lot to stop and quickly answer. He didn't even bother to check who it was, as if he would know the unsaved number anyway. The young man just wanted to get it over with in case it was important. "Hello?"
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"Hey," Charlie sighed, having half expected him not to answer at all. The young boy closed his eyes, trying to push the sleepiness from his mind. "Hey, this is Charlie. Second period," He added, as if Matty didn't already know. "I've got a problem. Wont be at school for a couple days. Anything I need to be working on?" In all honesty, he had meant to call for something else, an offer. He had bills to pay, and there was no way he could work like this- Not normally, anyways, but he could offer another night to Matty and see if he wanted it. If not, Charlie would call the red-head he had been waiting with the other day, get her to set him up. But he preferred this, with someone he knew.
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Matty shut off his vehicle, listening to the younger. Charlie sounded a bit tired and like he wanted to ask for something else. "Well," He started, clearly his throat of whatever plugged it. "We were going to start a new genre, satire, and do some reading on the subject as well as learning the traits that make a satire so you all can make your own." He paused for a moment then spoke again, "Charlie, if you need anything at all, feel free to ask. I know things are awkward but please allow me to help you with whatever you need."
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Charlie was silent for a moment, before he spoke again. He wasn't too sure about this, but he'd do it anyways. "Hey, I really, really, really need the money right now. Bills and s---. And for the same reason I wont be at school, I wont be able to.. You know, work," He muttered the last word, biting his lip before going on. "And I don't really feel like there's anyone else I could propose this to. This weekend. Friday night to Saturday morning. I'll do whatever you want, but it has to be paid in advance." He sighed, rolling onto his side, avoiding his broken arm. "Of course, if you don't want to, I can go to someone else. But I really, really, really need the money."
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Matty could hear just how desperate the boy was, how hard it was for him to even ask for that kind of help. He ran a hand through his hair and swallowed hard as he processed what to say in response. He didn't know what condition Charlie was in, but he knew he'd be a horrible person for taking advantage of the boy, yet he didn't refuse. Simply because he didn't want anyone else to take advantage of him either. "Um..Sure..If you really need it that badly, then I'll come by for a visit. Where will you be and how much are you in need of?" Of course, Matty had no intention of sleeping with Charlie, but he would give him the money he needed, or at least as much as he could spare.
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"We can meet at my friend's house. Not mine. It's not really- ..The lights got cut," He lied, sighing a bit. "Three hundred. It's a lot, I know. But I need it. God, I feel like such a whore. Hah. If you can't spare that much, I'll take what you can." Charlie gave him the address after making sure he had paper and pen. "Is there anything I need to get for the weekend? Like, toys and s---. I dunno what you're into, really, so you'll have to tell me."
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"You don't have to get anything at all. If there's something I'd need, I'd probably have it myself. Besides, you need your money, don't you?" Matty hummed, putting the paper with the address in a safe place. The weekend. It was only early in the week, so he had four days before then. "I'll see how much I have to spare, okay? Don't worry your sweet head about it. Just let me know when you need me."
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