An Odd Pairing (RoleplayForFun x Vetiver)

Chris pulled up in his new car, it had been his 'motivational' gift, at least that is what his father called it. Basically it was something they could take away if he didn't keep up his grades, which like was expected were at the very top. He parked in his spot, 001, the one closest to the door and alloted to him for being the top student. He turned off the engine, the smooth roar of the red Corvette coming to a stop. He stepped out, his clothes neat as he shouldered his brief case, his personal preference over the backpack. Then started to the door only once he was about halfway turning and locking the car. When that was done with he headed into the door and towards his homeroom, a smirk on his face, he was looking forward to seeing a certain someone. As he walked he turned looking at one of the teachers and saying a quick hello. He had black short hair and light blue eyes that seemed to match his light complexion well. He walked into the classroom, his sneakers squeaking as he turned into the classroom and he took his seat in the front room. He was wearing a opened blue button up with a white undershirt which wasn't tucked in to his blue jeans, a brown belt completing the look.

Where Chris had a nice, new corvette to get to school in, Brent was stuck walking. He may have been seventeen, but his parents didn't think he was anywhere near mature enough to have a car. They may have had a point - Brent just thought they were trying to restrict his freedom. He may have had a point, too. He crunched on an apple, taking brisk steps. He was already ten minutes late, didn't give much of a shit if he was even more late, but he didn't want the school calling his parents. That would end in disaster for him.

By the time he went through the gates, the school seemed deserted - everyone was in their first class. He tossed his apple core into the bin and headed into his first class (English). He apologised to the teacher before sitting down in his assigned seat behind Chris, unstrapping his guitar from his chest. Brent rummaged around noisily in his bag for a moment before slapping a notebook, a textbook and a pen down. He stretched out, splaying his long legs - at six foot even, Brent was one of the taller boys in his class. He was also broad and athletic, though he did no school sports. He wasn't much of a team player, preferring activities that he could do on his own.

After his rude interruption, the teacher started the class again. Brent swept his dark brown hair out of his face with one large, calloused hand. He stared at the boy in front of him. Chris. Kind of the bane of his existence, smart boy, teacher's pet, and fucking hot. Not that Brent was allowed to have such thoughts. If anyone got a hint of what he thought in the privacy of his room, late at night, they'd fucking laugh at him. His father would kill him.

He swept the classroom with his raindrop-blue eyes, then fixed his gaze back on Chris. Very deliberately, he kicked the other boy's chair leg.

Chris was slightly startled by his chair being kicked and looked over, his face didn't show it but when he saw it was Brent who kicked his chair he was surprised, the well known bad boy was often a member of Chris's daydreams usual playing a rather fun role. So he simply smiled and after a moment he decided to speak, he didn't wait so long out of confusion but nervousness. Though his eyes were sharp and he was checking Brent out, getting his chair kicked almost an excuse to do so, he had a thing for Brent, always had and when he could he loved to take a good peek at his athletic body which always caused one or two more private thoughts.

"Your Brent right, did you need something?" he asked a hint of sarcasm in his voice that was hard to hear, it was like he meant it so only Brent would catch it. Basically it was his way of teasing the sexy bad boy of his fantasies, a way to make him take a little extra notice, maybe even piss him off a bit. While he was asking this of course he was also taking notes from what the teacher was saying, he was of course the smart kid and even thought that was not all there was to him it was a pretty sizable part.

Not many boys were bold enough to turn around and address him directly when he bothered them. They usually took it for what it was - an attempt to irritate. He paused, looking over the boy before him, his eyes dipping over the curve of his neck, the developing shoulders and arms. He hesitated for a brief moment. Then, he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

"Just wondering how it feels to suck up to the teacher. Or I suppose I should say suck on? I mean, you suck his dick, right? The way you make eyes at him, everyone knows." Bullshit - Chris was just smart. Everyone knew he was smart. He was the kid that was good at everything, the kid that most other kids resented. The straight fucking A type. Brent was lucky if he scraped a C. But then, he hardly ever tried at it.

He shifted, then kicked the back of the other boy's chair again, pretending to pay attention to the teacher as he started up a slow, annoying thud, designed to drive Chris to teeth-gritting insanity.

Chris just let out a small chuckle and smirked, "Whether I suck up or suck on I am curious to why you care at all. I mean are you not the type who doesn't care about his own grades, caring about others... Do you perhaps have a slight crush on me?" Chris asked almost jokingly his voice still slightly serious, plus he figured something like that would piss a bad boy like Brent off, which since he liked to tease him would be very entertaining.

After asking the question he turned his desk back looking up at the board and letting himself look like nothing ever happened, his hand writing the constant torrent of notes into his notebook and his eyes were staring at the board and there was a small smirk on his face, he could just imagine the look on Brent's face right now, he was wondering if he would even retort or if he would just fume over it.

This was fun though, all of the time he spent as the good straight A's model student piled up and every once in awhile he needed a release, especially recently. Now he was always looking to find a release, from playing sports to teasing others and he was needing more, maybe he could find a good release messing with Brent.

Brent's face could only be described as 'what the fuck?'. How the fuck did Chris think that he had a crush on him when all he'd done was ribbed him a little about the fact that he was teacher's pet. Brent stared at the back of the other boy's head for a long second and then snorted.

"That was a bit of a stretch," he said, tapping his pen against the desk. "Fuck off, you fag. You wish I had a crush on you." Fuck, probably half the school did. The female half, anyway. Brent was very aware of the fact that he was an attractive boy - hard not to be when the girls looked at him like he was chocolate. He'd come into puberty a little earlier than the other boys, broader shoulders, deeper voice. Problem was, he wasn't interested in girls in the slightest. He told himself it was because he was married to his music. It wasn't that he liked boys. He couldn't afford to like boys. That would fuck up his entire life.

And just for suggesting it, Brent was going to beat the living shit out of Chris the first chance he got. For now, he settled on throwing a pen at the back of the other boy's head. Hard.

Chris just chuckled, that was the reaction he had been looking for, Brent the big tough guy was like a bully picking on his crush or at least that was the way Chris fantasized through the rest of the class, him being the helpless victim of the big strong masculine bully who embarrassed or confused by his feelings decided to lash out at the person he had them for. Of course this may be a over analysis on Chris's part but that was who he was and what was a fantasy without a stretch or improbability?

He continued to take notes the fun only beginning in his mind, this was only the first move of many in his new game and this one, he thought, would prove to be so much fun. The pen hitting him in the back of the head was proof, the reaction being more violent than before meant he was getting to the guy and that would mean, given Brent's attitude a confrontation of sorts which would be a good place to hit him with another well placed sentence or action.

The rest of the class passed without further incident. Brent kicked the back of Chris' chair a few more times, but that was all. When class finished, Brent was one of the first ones out of his chair. He strapped his guitar over his chest, between his teenage, slowly forming pecs. With the kick boxing he did three times a week, he was in pretty good shape. He was also pretty confident that he could kick Chris' ass. The nerd deserved it. He was a stupid asshole, with his corvette and gay jokes. If only Chris knew how close to home they hit.

Brent headed out of the class before Chris, side-swiping the other with his bag but not doing anything just yet. He left that to lunch, finding the other boy's locker just before class, knowing full well that Chris would need to change his books over. He waited, leaning against it casually, his arms crossed over his broadening chest.

When he was hit by Brent's bag he just checkled and packed up a random girl in the class asking if he was alright and he nodded, he wasn't just alright he was thrilled. Then he though, maybe he was the school bully picking on his crush not the other way around and that was a fun though, how much fun could he have?

With that thought he left the classroom and headed towards his locker to get his books, when he got there he saw Brent and smriked walking over to him and for fun ignoring him, just putting in the combination and waiting to see what kind of reaction the bad boy would have at being ignored by him the 'nerd'.

When Brent realised that Chris was just going to go straight through him, he frowned. Kid had some fucking nerve. He gave ground and took a step back, letting Chris put in the combination before he slammed a large hand against the locker, prohibiting it from opening. He stared at Chris. Let the fucker try to ignore him when he was doing that. Brent smirked at the other boy, tilting his head to the side, watching him.

"Soon, I'm going to get you alone. And then I'm going to break your nose, maybe a few of your teeth. Make sure you bloody up that pretty corvette of yours. I'm not gay. You're gonna pay for even thinking it, you stupid fuck." He stared fiercely at Chris, then let go of his locker. "See you around, fuckwad."

Chris looked over at Brent when his locker was slammed, his face showing that he was not phased by the threatening nature of Brent's actions and he just stared, his eyes sharp and calculating as he listened to the boy. Once he was done talking and turned to walk away Chris just smirked and he did that for two reasons. One was that Brent was being just as aggressive as Chris had planned and secondly he was excited when he said he would see him around, that to Chris translated that his little game wasn't going to end quickly and he liked that, seeing the guy you have a crush on is always good though.

Once Brent left Chris opened his locker and he grabbed the books he would need for the next class, grabbing the ones he would need for the rest of the day while he was at it. Though he had many other plans to throw Brent for a loop and when he saw him 'around' as he said, when that time came he knew what to do, because even though Brent was much stronger than him Chris was confident in his cunning.