Extra Credit (MxM)
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Matty smiled softly as he walked back to his car and let out a sigh as he got in. It was going to be hard for him to hold back on students that picked on Charlie. He would do the same for any other, but he felt especially protective of the younger.
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The day and the next passed quickly, and before Charlie knew it, the bruises on skin that he couldn't cover faded, and he was walking back into the school with his arm in only a cast, and no longer a sling. It was healing quickly, and he couldn't wait for it to be done, so that he could go back to work. He still hadn't been home, other than to pay the bills. He'd go there tonight, though.
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The young teacher was at his computer, his fingers clicking along the keyboard quickly as he typed up quizzes for his seniors. Already he'd noticed some students weren't reading, so he would make it a grade. He knew how hard it was to get into a book, but he wasn't going to let them not even try.
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When Charlie entered the class, the first thing he did was set his book on Matty's desk, giving him a small nod, and a soft, "Finished it," Before slipping to sit in the back. A couple people stared at him, with his broken arm and wrist, fading bruises. Charlie didn't seem to notice them, though, and pulled out his phone, intent on drowning himself in the written word.
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He stared at the boy, pressing his lips into a line and getting up to pass out an already printed quiz. "That was fast. But just to make sure you didn't just skim through it, I have a quiz for you. All of you." Matty told his class after making sure everyone had a copy. "Three short answer questions, fifteen minutes. Set them on my desk when you guys are finished."
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Charlie exaggerated rolling his eyes, making a little groan of complaint as he put his phone up. Of course, he'd read the book, he wasn't stupid. Charlie loved reading, almost more than he liked sleeping, and didn't have a lot of physical books at home due to the fact that his father enjoyed trashing his stuff from time to time. Most of the space on his phone was taken up by downloads of books.
It didn't take him long to finish the quiz, and he didn't have much trouble with the questions. The boy stood, sat the paper down. "Hey, actually, can I have the hall pass? I've got Motrin in the clinic. For my ribs. I'll be back in, like, six minutes?" -
Matty shook his head a bit and took a seat at his desk again, waiting as some students were quick while others either struggled or wrote BS to answer the questions. When he saw Charlie's paper set before him, he looked up and gave a firm nod. "Hurry back. We're moving on once I've got everyone's quizzes." The older smiled, trusting that his cupcake will return. He didn't know for sure if he would, but Matty would put his trust in him.
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The boy took the pass, and left. True to his words, he took the pills, and then hurried back, stopping only to by a bottle of water from the machine in the hall. He gave Matty a nod as he took his seat, taking off the cap to sip it. Charlie wished it was coke, or rather, a cigarette, but he still hadn't had enough money to spare some for cancer sticks. For now, water would have to do.
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Once Charlie had returned and the last few people turned in their quizzes, the young man got up to start a lesson, a discussion, about different styles and genres of literature and breaking down the characteristics of each genre mentioned. It was like a review for Matty and his students, but he had a new project for them next week, and he wanted them to understand the options he was going to give them.
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Charlie paid attention for the most part, but he wasn't looking at Matty. Rather, he was focused on the clock. The moment the bell rang, he got up, gathered his things, and left. His next class was close, and he made it without anything bad happening, which must have been some sort of record.
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Matty took a seat at his desk again, waiting for the next period to start. He didn't know who would be ready, but he would get what he needed done, one way or another. Even if he had to make the project worth a hundred points.
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The day passed rather slowly, and Charlie, despite his earlier intentions, skipped his doctor appointment to watch TV in Mark's living room. The older boy wasn't home yet, so he had the place to his own. And, since it was a Friday, he could pretty much do anything he wanted.
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The young adult yawned, having stayed after to finish up some of his work and plans. His students would continue reading then he would tell them about the project on the next Friday. Then hopefully a week in the computer lab or library to do some online research, and if students wanted to do their project on the computer, they could start it.
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This time, when Charlie got the idea to call Matty, he actually planned it out. He paced the length of the living room, practicing a conversation. He coughed, talking aloud. "Hey, Matty? Yeah, I was wondering if you want to, like, I dunno? Go get some pizza or something? No.."
Mark, who had just came in, laughed. "Pretty boy? Did you hit your head a bit harder than we thought? You're talking to air, baby doll." -
Matty finished his business, saving his plans and gathering up his things. It was even more brisk and cold as snow fell lightly outside. He didn't understand how Charlie could work the streets the way he did. Not in this weather. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and throat and headed out of the room, locking his door.
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