A Bully's Power (Ookami & MiniMuseMedley)

[MiniMuseMedley]

It took a special kind of person to want to go into teaching, and a truly insane one to want to teach high school students. Nicholas Devold was one of those mad fools, but at least he could admit it. It wasn’t that he hated his job. Not at all! He loved his students, or most of them at least, and took great pride in knowing that he had a special opportunity to shape the young minds that entered his class room, and hopefully help them head down the right path in life. Yet there were days when took a step back and realized that he was trying to teach a room of hormone crazed youths about literature, when most of them knew more text slang than grammar and could count the number of books they’d read in the last few years on one hand.

He faced these challenges with endearing determination, or at least that’s what many of the older teachers called it. He covered his classroom walls with movie posters, though of course only movies based after books. He’d take lines and quotes from popular books and write one on the board a day. Anyone who could identify where the quote was from got a homework pass, and if they could explain the situation surrounding it they’d be allowed to use the class as a study hall. This year- his second year of teaching- he’d search trailers though the summer and- lined the time up correctly so that he could assign a book in the beginning of the year and once they were finished reading he’d set up a fieldtrip to go see it in theaters. All in all, he tried to make class as enjoyable as possible, because he knew if he didn’t he’d quickly see the glazed look come to his students eyes as they tuned him out.

Today sadly wasn’t one of his more interesting classes, but he tried to keep interest up as much as he possibly could. “Today we’ll be reading a piece from the master or horror himself, Poe. The Fall Of House Usher is a very interesting piece and- Jonathan, lift your head off the desk. Honestly, you have a neck for a reason- I think you’ll all really enjoy it, because, let’s be honest here. You’re generation is greatly disturbed and loves every minute of it.” He explained, earning a few laughs from the class. “Now in this story the narrator goes to visit his childhood friend. This friend- Samantha put your phone away.”

“But I’m not-”

“Of course you are. People don’t just look down at their lap and grin like a fool. Now, like I was saying, his friend is a member of the Usher family. They’re a very rich family, though they’re known for awful luck. Typically only one member survives from generation to generation and…” The dark haired male went on, explaining a bit more of the background before starting the class in it’s reading. Once the students were off popcorn reading he moved over to his desk to quickly finish his attendance sheet, dark eyes scanning to room to match faces with names. It was only as his eyes passed a specific name, that his smile faded.

 

[Raika]

Christopher yawned loudly as he trudged down the deserted hallways, English Lit… perhaps the most boring subject in existence, even the dull senseless numbers maths threw at him sometimes managed to be more interesting. I mean seriously, what was there to gain by reading books and recognizing hidden messages? Chris had never been one to follow what people would often consider mainstream, music, movies, fashion, it didn’t matter, they’d all go out of fashion just as quickly as they’d come, and in the end, no word described the ‘crazes’ better than a ‘complete waste of time.’ Literature was just an attempt to revive a dead book or two from its grave and over analyze it before tossing it back into some dark dusty corner of the library.

That said, in Chris’s mind all school subjects were useless and boring. There wasn’t anything particular about Literature that was notably bad though. It was that retarded teacher, Mr Devold, or as Chris liked to call him ‘Nicky’ that irritated him. Boring crap was boring no matter how hard someone tried, and Nicholas’s attempts to liven up things didn’t only seem futile, but also bothersome. Chris wasn’t hateful enough to say that everyone in that class was forcing themselves, but he knew that once in awhile the class would laugh just to play along with the teacher. It was sort of a phase of skill acquirement that they’d need in the ‘real world’ when some boring ass manager, or dumb incompetent supervisor would try to seem friendly and fail abysmally.

Things had gone downhill between the blond and his dark haired teacher ever since their first year together. Chris had simply been making an example of a kid who he’d coincidentally noticed having gay porn on his phone, when the narrow-minded man had decided to waltz over and complain about equal rights and respecting each other. What made it worse was that the kid had gotten off scot free while Chris had to get lectured for his teachers incompetence….. well, maybe yanking the kids pants down and making everyone laugh at the little lump in the kids boxers was a bit much…. Nah.

Noticing that class would be over in a few more minutes Chris contemplated what he should do. On one hand he could just skip classes completely, but there’d be satisfaction walking in late and trashing the last few minutes of Nicholas’s class. The idea of open flaunting the importance of the man’s class too sounded appealing, so with his mind made up he made his way to class empty handed.

Taking in a deep breath, he smirked confidently at what he was planning before slamming the door open, immediately grabbing the entire classes attention before hollering out “Hey Nicky, sorry I’m late, was busy reading one of your boring books and I fell asleep, you’ll let me off won’t you?” he challenged, wondering if the man would take the bait. Nicholas had moved him to the front of the class for being a ‘problem kid’ so Chris walked over and jumped on his seat, swinging on it dangerously while balancing himself with his feet which immediately filthified the table with dirt and soil. Something Chris obviously had no intentions of cleaning up before leaving.

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

Nicholas tried to do the proper teacher thing, and at least act like he liked all of his students, but there were certain cases where he just found it impossible. Blame it on inexperience, or the fact that his own high school years weren’t yet far from his mind. On the contrary they were still annoyingly fresh, and remembering some types of kids from then made even just pretending to like the same types of kids now impossible. It wasn’t that he was unfair or mean to them. At least he didn’t think he was. He was just a bit sharper with them, less likely to forgive or show grace. Was it unfair? Most certainly, but it was how it was.

One of the people, who brought out this ugly side of him, was Christopher. No. That was an understatement. Chris was on his own level. Nick had a special loathing for bullies, and would never hesitate to write them a detention or send them to the office, but ever since Chris had humiliated a poor boy for being gay in his class, he had kept a very distasteful eye on him. Perhaps he should feel bad about this, but he didn’t. The boy had never shown any attempt to change. He was arrogant, obnoxious, and just didn’t seem to care about anything. He had rightly earned the distain, and continued to do so every day.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He was sitting on the edge of his desk, going over the first few homework problems, when the door burst open. He could swear his heart skipped a beat as he gave a small start in surprise. Then Chris spoke, and Nicholas swore he was hearing nails on a chalk board. His pale face flushed ever so slightly as he felt the anger growing in him, and it took him a long moment to calm himself down enough to speak.

“Christopher! Were you raised in a barn? Get your shoes off of the table.” He snapped. Honestly, of all the things he could be upset about right now, that probably wasn’t the right one to address first. Yet it was the first thought that escaped his mind and left his mouth. “And no I will not be letting you off the hook. Though, since you got some extra sleep I think I can make a deal with you. You can read the story we read in class today and answer all the questions in the book on it, as well as do your other homework, or I can contact your parents.” He replied once his mind was a bit less clouded by his temper.

The punishment wasn’t a normal one for him, but he knew Chris probably wouldn’t do the work without something hanging over his head, and detentions didn’t mean much when you could simply ditch them. Besides, it wasn’t like he had much time to think of a proper punishment. Class would be over any second.

 

[Raika]

Chris only grinned as the darkhaired man exploded in his seat, yelling at him from a few feet away about how he may have been born in a barn. That was a notable problem with the literature kind, they too frequently let their imaginations run wild. There was probably a barn somewhere on the outskirts of the city, but the only barns Chris had ever seen were on tv, and that was hardly a substitute. The comment was soon followed by the man complaining about his shoes. The attention Chris garnered only encouraging him to continue, he knocked the tips of his shoes together, cleaning his shoes, and leaving the table looking like a doormat on a wet and muddy day.

“Aww come’on Nicky, it’s not like letting me off will cost you anything. Think about it, if you let me off you won’t have to put up with me for as long” he chided, having fully expected something along these lines, there was no reason to get upset. “And you seriously need to get out more, the cosmetic ladies and religious nutcases that come knocking on our door can offer better deals” he snickered rudely, just as the siren bells went of indicating the end of class and the start of lunch time.

A few of the students simply got up and started heading towards the door. Chris and Nicholas’s little arguments were nothing new, in fact they’d been going for a good half of the first year and throughout the entire year this year. Waiting on them to finish would just be a waste of time, and from experience Nicholas had probably learned that turning his attention to the class would mean Chris would slip out before any punishment could be administered.

Noting how Nicholas wasn’t going to fall for that trap today, Chris let out an exaggerated sigh, smiling and waving at a few of his friends before the class was emptied to being just the two of them. A tired look in his clear blue eyes as he glanced over at Nicholas with little interest. “Sir, my parents never taught me how to read, you’re being unreasonable” he stated with a high pitched whiny voice, clearly indicating that he was being an idiot. “My dog ate my homework and my parents are off in India, training those useless telecommunication monkeys” he added figuring that the joke-like excuse and racist comment would further annoy his teacher, there was nothing quite as entertaining as seeing someone get angry and upset. It was just a pity that the two Indian girls in their class had already departed, he was pretty sure a few more comments like the one he’d just made would have been enough to make the girl burst into tears.

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

Breath Nicholas. Just breath. Loosing your temper anymore and shouting will just let him win. Bullies thrive off of reaction they get, so you just have to make yourself calm down, even if you want to hit him upside the head with a rather large text book. These were the thoughts seemingly on replay in the dark haired man’s head. Of course he’d been warned about trouble cases in collage, and even seen a few examples during his student teaching, but nothing had prepared him from the young man seated before him. His instructors had said he’d have students that gave him headaches, not students that made him want to wring their necks.

“It’s not supposed to be a good deal. It’s punishment.” He replied, now in a much calmer voice, though his feelings didn’t match it at all. As the bell rang he mentally cursed, realizing that he’d never gotten around to telling the class about their newest paper. Oh well. There was no time for that now, because he’d learned the hard way he couldn’t take his eyes off of Chris. Trouble makers, such as him, were very often masters of escape once they’d done what they’d come to do.

“Looks like it’s time to learn then. With all the extra sleep you got you can even pull an all nighter if you have to.“ Even with his calm façade on, he couldn’t help but snort at Chris’ words. Honestly the boy was ridicules. Then the words suddenly turned racist and he knew he needed to put a stop to it right away. “That’s enough! I have no idea what your problem is, young man, but I’ll be getting a hold of your parents before the school day’s up. I’ve had enough of the disrespect you show for me, and your classmates! Now get out of my class!” He snapped, voice rising a little higher than he had wanted. Not that he really cared at the moment. All he cared about was contacting someone who might actually be able to make the out of control youth listen.

 

[Raika]

Chris would have been lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed in Nicholas’s reaction, but at the very least he’d secured himself freedom. Teachers were simple beings, unless you got your hands on the really sadistic kind, all you had to do was apply enough pressure before they mentally caved and sent you off in hopes that someone else would deal with the problem. After all, they weren’t getting paid enough to deal with kids like Christopher.

The funny thing was though that it was only Nicholas’s class that he acted this way, in his other classes he was still known for being a bit rough and disrespectful, but he was relatively punctual, did his assignments and overall was a student that was hitting the area between excellent and average. It was the bad blood between the two that caused Chris to act the way he did, and Chris was sure that his other teachers would raise an eyebrow in disbelief if Nicholas ever approached them in the staffroom and remarked on Chris’s behavior.

Getting out of his seat and kicking the table over, he smirked cockily at his teacher, giving him the middle finger before spinning around and skipping happily out of the classroom, knowing that Nicholas couldn’t do a thing to change him. The man could complain to his father all he wanted…. If he could get a hold of him. Chris’s father was what one would call a workaholic, and in all honesty Chris would have to seriously think things over if asked if he’d spent more time with Nicholas or his father in the last 17 years of his life. His mother… well, she’d gotten up and left five years ago, they still spoke to eachother once or twice a year, but she had her own family now, and wouldn’t have the time to deal with Chris besides a few quick words over the phone.

Turning around at the door, he glared coldly at Nicholas for a second, not hatefully, nor arrogantly. Just a dull emotionless stare that could easily send shivers up someones spine. “My problem is you… go to hell” he mumbled slamming the door behind him. Before walking briskly down the hall. His comment might not have been uncommon from someone Chris’s age. But the way he’d spoken seemed to foreshadow something much darker and sinister than simple contempt.

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

A deep sigh escaped Nicholas’ lips as his classroom door was slammed shut. Taking a few steps back so he could lean against the wall, he ran a pale hand through his black locks of hair and closed his dark eyes. He just had to keep telling himself that Chris wouldn’t be in school forever. He’d eventually graduate, and then he’d never have to deal with him again. “You just have to look on the bright side. If you don’t loose your mind by the time he graduates any other trouble maker will seem like a breeze.” He told himself with a small, stress induced laugh. “And it’s not like you teach year round. You have breaks, weekends, and summers off. Though, I pity the children who cross his path when he’s away from authority. What am I saying? It pity anyone.” He muttered to himself.

Moving over to the overturned table he set it right before moving behind his desk and getting some cleaner and paper towels to clean up. He’d begun bringing such supplies about midway through last year, for this very reason. He could always call the janitors he knew, but they took way to long when he called the office to contact them, and after such arguments he didn’t have nearly enough drive to go search through the school for them. He’d even purchased a hand vacuum, which he used on the dirt that had collected on the floor when the table had to knocked over. “Does he march in every mud puddle he can find, just so he can make a mess of my room?” He quietly complained, because honestly, he didn’t know what else he could do.

With the mess now handled he glanced at the clock and was thankful for his plan period. Pausing for a moment to think of Chris’ parting words, Nick couldn’t help but roll his eyes, even as a small sense of dread filled him. The words were so…stereotypical for his age, and yet there was something very unnerving about his tone. “Don’t be ridicules. What more could he possible do without getting himself thrown out?” Nick scolded himself as he moved over to the computer and pulled up Chris’ information. Of course he had tried to get a hold of the boy’s parents a few times in the past, but he’d always failed. Today he refused to do so. After trying both house lines he looked for the boy’s father’s work number and gave it a call. He knew it typically wasn’t a step teachers took if they could avoid it, but with Chris’ behavior, Nick felt he was completely justified.

Finally managing to get a hold of the boy’s father he reminded himself to stay calm and professional as he explained the behavior. Even during the quick phone call he could tell the other man was at least a bit of a workaholic by his impatient tone, but he didn’t let himself be rushed in his explanation. Then, when the phone call came to an end, he prepared for his next class with a feeling of satisfaction.

 

[Raika]

Scowling and cursing out aloud, Chris’s mood had be soured a bit by the mention of his parents, but after bad mouthing Nicholas with his friends all lunch time, he was back to his usual cocky self by the time classes started up again. He seemed calm enough, but even as he solved a few complex mathematical equations, his mind was constantly thinking about Nicholas and how he could get back at the teacher, small little things like making a mess weren’t enough anymore, that man was a serious pain in the ass, and needed to learn his place. His job was to teach, not to rectify and shove his nose in Chris’s business. And what Chris did with his ‘free time’ was his business right? Even if the free time came at the expense of his Literature classes.

Thinking it over thoroughly, he eventually decided he’d pester the man some more tomorrow, poke a few unnecessary questions and insults to see what would get his English teacher really upset. Chris already knew that insulting his fellow classmates was one way to get the man fuming, but Chris wanted something more personal, something that would humiliate his teacher beyond words and quite possibly crush his career….. Yeah, as if he’d be able to find anything like that. The man was picture perfect as a teacher. As fake as annoying as Nicholas was, many of Chris’s peers actually liked the man, and no one in their wildest dreams would ever think of him being anything other than a rolemodel.

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English Lit was second period the next day, and for the first time in several weeks Chris was in his seat, his elbow on the table and palm against his chin. The look on his face clearly indicating that he was bored and wanted to go to sleep, it wasn’t until Nicholas walked in the his eyes lit up. Immediately calling out to the man, not caring that class would start in a matter of seconds, Chris intended his ‘interruption’ to last well into class time anyway. “Hey Nicky, congrats on finally following through with your idle threat yesterday” Chris shouted, loud enough for the class next door to hear. “Actually got a text yesterday from dad, must be the first one I’ve ever got, wanna see?” he asked reaching into his pocket and waving it in the air.

“Got a call from school today during meeting, lost potential business partner, fuck your teacher.”

“Such an inconsiderate jerk Nicky, didn’t you ever learn that it’s not nice to cause others grief?” Chris chuckled. Chris hadn’t even be scolded for the call as his father probably realized a text message wouldn’t be an ideal way to address the problem. Though with that in mind, it wasn’t like they ever saw eachother anyway.

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

The rest of the day was a rather uneventful one. He taught his other classes, graded a few of the short stories his freshman classes had turned, and then headed home where he had dinner, relaxed, and then headed to bed. Every so often he’d wonder what his call would lead to, but he pushed the thoughts away, refusing to let the young man stress him out while he was at home. Hopefully the boy’s father would have a long, stern talk with him when he got home from work, and things would at least be a little better.

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Entering class next day Nicholas was amazed to see the normally empty seat filled with a bored, but not destructive looking Christopher. For a split second he thought that perhaps the call to his father had done the trick, but those silly thoughts were quickly squashed. As the boy spoke he took a few slow, deep breaths. He couldn’t let himself get riled up. Class was just beginning and he knew that if he gave him a reaction they’d spend the majority of class bickering. He needed to be the adult with the situation, and treat Chris like the child he was acting like. He just had to stay calm.

“Christopher, all electronic devices out in class are to be confiscated. Hand it over, or I’ll be forced to give you a detention.” Nick ordered in what he hoped was a calm, and even bored sounding voice, as he walked right over to the other’s desk and held his hand out for the phone. Standing as close as he was now he could read the message, and couldn’t help the frown that came to his face. Yes, the man was definitely a workaholic, though by the looks of things his job was the only thing he was responsible about. How could he just brush off what he had told him? Wasn’t he concerned at all about the man his child was growing to be? “This is your first warning so I’ll allow you to pick it up at the end of class. Next time you will have to get it from the office at the end of the day.”

 

[Raika]

Chris simply raised an eyebrow as Nicholas moved over and held his hand out expectantly before demanding Chris hand his phone over. Obviously Chris wasn’t going to hand it over, there was no reason for him to listen to the dull old teacher, lifting his free hand he placed four fingers together and a thumb underneath, bringing them together and making a yapping motion as Nicholas rambled on about rules and subsequent punishments. Though after thinking things over a bit, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumb filled wrapper before placing the piece of rubbish on Nicholas’s hands.

“Why Nicky, such a great teacher, thanks for throwing away my rubbish, I guess you’re used to it considering it’s all you ever read” Chris scoffed. Placing his phone back in his pocket, sliding his hand up to the side of his face and looking up at Nicholas with a rebellious look. His phone was now tucked away safely in his pants and it wasn’t like Nicholas could reach down and grab it off him without Chris making a bigger fuss, perhaps he’d squeal and cry sexual harassment? That’d be a nice label on Nicholas, pedophile. A title which would be sure to ruin the man’s life.

Staring confidently up at the man Chris shook his head rudely in a condescending manner, that clearly showed the students lack of respect for his teacher. “Detention? You really think your silly little detention’s going to get me to listen to anything you say?” he asked bewildered, feigning shock at the mere mention of the word.

“Oh please Mr Nicky, don’t give me detention, it’d ruin my life and make me so miserable, how will I survive the day if you take away my valuable lunch break?” he mocked, rolling his eyes.

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

Never in all his twenty four years of life had Nicholas wanted to physically harm another human being, as he wanted to hard Chris right now. Yet he couldn’t let himself show it. He couldn’t let his temper come out. That would be letting him win, and if he won he’d just be encouraged to keep going. “Honestly, Christopher. Are you four now.” He said, probably against his better judgment, though he did manage to keep his tone calm and on the verge of boredom. Of course his body was tense and he had to keep talking to keep himself from clenching his teeth, with enough force to possible crack his teeth.

As the boy tucked his phone safely out of his reach Nick turned, walked to his desk and tossed the rubbish into his trash can. He then used a generous amount of hand sanitizer before going to write the detention. “Go ahead and ham it up. You’re only harming yourself.” He replied calmly. In all honesty, a more temperamental part of Nick hoped that the boy would get enough detentions to at least get suspended. A week at home really wasn’t much of a punishment, especially with a parent who didn’t seem to give a damn, but that week would be wonderful for his nerves.

Turning back to the class after finishing the detention slip, he gave a bright smile and tried to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Now if everyone would be so kind as to pass their homework to the front of the room I’ll come around and collect it. After that I have a small announcement about our next big project.”

 

[Raika]

Nothing Nicholas said could upset the boy now as Chris was getting into the feel of things, a wide smirk marking his face as he watched and listened to the harmless insult, Chris rolled his eyes at the comment about his age which to him sounded more like an insult directed at Nicholas than himself, he knew it wasn’t a comment to be taken seriously, but Chris was a few inches taller than Nicholas, and despite being nearly a decade apart in age, they could easily have been mistaken for brothers if one were to consider age alone.

Watching Nicholas write up the detention slip was humorous at best. He’d accumulated a fair few over the past year, but every single one of them had been sign off by a certain Devold. Even the teachers watching detention would sometimes joke about how Chris was sent down by the same teacher each time. In fact Chris had even managed to convince one or two of his other teachers that Nicholas just had a strong dislike of him and was unprofessionally picking on him. A complete lie, but one that seemed to have gone undetected thus far.

Placing his head against the table, he yawned and got ready to go to sleep as Nicholas started addressing the class, a sleepy look in the teens eyes until the girl behind him tapped him on the shoulder and passed him a stack of papers, apparently his entire rows homework papers, he absent mindedly grab the papers and was about to place them at the top of his desk like everyone else, obviously Chris hadn't done his homework, he hadn't even known they had any, though when he realized this a certain idea crossed his mind.

Lifting his head up, he picked up the paper and smirked over at Nicholas, before turning the papers on the side and ripping them in half before anyone could react. Silence quickly falling upon the entire classroom as the tearing sound seemed echoed unbelievably loudly. Realigning the papers again, he tore them in half again, and then again, The pile of papers now 16 times thicker than they’d originally been, Chris stood up on his seat before tossing the shredded paper in the air, the white strips fluttering in the air around him like a snow dome before collecting in a messy pile around his table.

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

Nicholas had began explaining about the upcoming research paper while he watched students dig through their folders for their homework and pass them up. As always there was a collective grown when he mentioned a paper. “Come now. It’s not so bad. I’ll let you all have free range with you topic, as long as you don’t give me a reason to take this privilege away from you, and I’ll try to get us down to the library at least a few times so you can ask me questions while looking for information.” He explained, trying to make the paper as painless as possible. “Also, you’re allowed to change your topic as many times as you would like in the first two weeks, just in case you can’t find any information, or aren’t enjoying yourself.”

As all the papers finally reached the front of the room he moved forward to collect them. Then Chris decided to add a new rank to his bastard level. As he ripped the papers Nick froze, unable to do anything but stare. His brain just couldn’t wrap around what was happening, and by the time he finally managed to put everything together the blonde bully had turned his row’s homework into confetti. For a moment Nick was sure he was going to lose his job. He saw red as he took a few tense steps forward, fully intending to at least get one shot on the little terror before they called police to drag him away. He could feel the tenseness in every single one of his muscles, and he was convinced that it would be worth it.

Thankfully, by some miracle he’d managed to get a little sense in his head by the time he actually reached the younger man. Every fiber of his being was shouting for him to protect his other students, but somewhere in the back of his mind a voice kept telling him that this wasn’t the way. He couldn’t do anything if he lost of job. So, instead of caving in his desire to try and wring the boy’s neck, he grabbed his arm in a grip strengthened by his anger, and tried to pull him towards the door. “We’re going to the office. Right now!”

 

[Raika]

Chris had always been a bit of an attention whore, but this was a whole new level even for him. Up until now he’d been nothing more a nuisance to his fellow peers, but his thoughtless actions today had not only infuriated his boring old teacher, but also upset at least one other student in the class. Amanda… Amelia….. Anita? Whatever her name was, the blond four-eyed girl with the freckles was sobbing uncontrollably in her seat, mourning the loss of her homework which she’d put more than the required amount of effort into in hopes of getting a word of praise from her teacher. You know the kind, the students who have to act diligent at every waking minute, asking questions and providing suggestions to the point where everyone in the class rolls their eyes the moment the teacher calls on them.

One of the boys, Damian was cheering and laughing, Chris couldn’t be certain but he recalled catching a glimpse of paper with the boys name on it, and the first few parts had been lazily done or left blank completely. Well, at least someone was benefitting from his little display.

Waving at his classmates which were a mixed bag of emotions, Chris let himself be dragged out by the arm, resisting only just enough to make it difficult for Nicholas. Chris even spared a polite thought and bothered closing the door after them as they left. Slowly increasing the weight of each step Nicholas took towards the office, in all honesty Chris could have easily pried the man’s hands off himself, but he figured he’d humor the teacher for a bit longer. Not really minding the grip or the act of being dragged around the hallway. “Sir~ Stop~ You’re hurting me~” he whined in a retarded accent. Pulling his shoulder back and finally grinding to a halt infront of what Chris was certain of being an empty classroom. “A arrogant smirk on his lips, his face was mere inches from Nicholas’s, and as the teacher turned to face him, he could not only see but feel the rage emanating off his teacher. “Nicky got his knickers in a bunch huh? You can stop acting all proper now you know, no one’s watching” he taunted, knowing full well that Nicholas wanted nothing more than to give him a good punch.

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

The small level of chaos that had come over his class, now that the shocked silence had come to an end, only served to fuel Nicholas more. “That’s enough Damian! Alain, it’s fine. I know you did your work so don’t cry. Now everyone have study hall until I come back.” He called as he pulled the boy along behind him, steadily realizing just how strong Christopher was. At this point Nick was convinced they needed to add a few more classes to the teaching major, because he’d certainly never been prepared for this. Not in the slightest. Did he know students would cheat off of each other. Of course. Did he know there would be some students that just wouldn’t be bothered to do the work? Obviously. Had he ever even imagined that he would have his students homework shredded and thrown into the air, by a boy who seemed to make it his personal responsibility to make his job as difficult as possible. Nope. No. Not at all.

As they moved through the hall Nick began to notice how much effort it was taking to pull the other along. This meant that Chris was putting forth more effort to stop him, though looking at the larger male he’d have never known, or his anger induced adrenaline burst was beginning to wear off. Either way, he wasn’t going to be stopped. Chris had crossed the line this time and there was just no way he was going to let him get away with it. If the boy’s father wouldn’t do anything about it, then the principle would.

Then they suddenly came to a stop as Nick realized he couldn’t pull the other any farther. He gave a few more rage filled tugs, before turning around to glare at the boy. He was momentarily startled by how close they were, though he refused to let it show. Anger over powered everything at the moment. “Lift your feet Chris! We’re going to the office!” He snapped. Oh how he wished he could stop being so ‘proper’ but he couldn’t. The boy wanted him to do so, so that he could get him fired but that just wasn’t going to happen. Not today.

 

[Raika]

Chris rolled his eyes yet again, weren’t teachers supposed to be smart? What on earth made Nicholas think for even a remote second that Chris would listen and comply with the fuming teachers demands? Clearly some sort of illogical fallacy since there was just no way Chris was going to let himself be dumped on someone else. Chris didn’t have any bones to pick with the principal, and hence had no intentions of being difficult once infront of the head of the school. But for the moment being, he was in Nicholas’s care, and not only did Chris have a few bones to pick, but he intended to claw and scrape at every last bit of flesh before giving the man what he wanted.

“If you want to head down to the office go already, it’s not like your four and need someone to take you” he mocked repeating the petty insult Nicholas had attempted on him earlier. “In all honesty I’ve got better things to do than being dragged around school by some deranged psychopath, if you’re looking for a date you probably should have picked Alain.” He snorted, only recalling the girls name now as Nicholas had called it out moments prior.

He waited a few seconds before smirking and taking a full step backwards, pulling his rather thin teacher along with him. It was a bit of a hassle, but whereas Nicholas had spent a fair few of his life studying and reading books, Chris had devoted that time to sport and other body enhancing activities, he didn’t even need to take Nicholas’s clothes off to know that the blond was more physically muscular than his teacher. And now that Chris was actually trying to go against his teachers wishes, it wouldn’t have been hard at all for Chris to grab Nicholas by the shoulder and drag him back to class.

“You going to keep holding me like your lover, or are you good to let go now?” he snorted, taking notice of the distance even if Nicholas had not, even Nicholas’s hand had been hooked around Chris’s arm in a manner which could be considered intimate under the right circumstances. “Then again I doubt you’ve ever had a lover, not with the way you nag, bitch and complain.”

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

Nicholas was amazed that he could actually feel himself shaking with anger. He just couldn’t deal with this punk anymore. Something had to change right away, or he was going to loose his mind. “This is not up for discussion Christopher. You’re going to the office, and we are going to have a very long discussion with the principle. I can take you’re lack of manners, and I can take your complete lack of respect for me. That’s fine. I don’t really care! But I’m not going to allow you to keep making life difficult for your peers, who are actually trying, because they care about their future!” He snapped, enraged by not only Chris’ implications, but the fact that he was still bringing his classmates into this.

The red flush went all the way to the pale man’s ears as the stronger blonde took a step back, easily pulling him along. Now whether this increase had been brought on by more embarrassment or rage, even Nick wasn’t completely sure. Not for the first time in his life he cursed his thin frame. Through his own youth he had been prone to getting ill, so he spent most of his time tucked away inside, reading. This showed rather obviously in his thin limbs. By this point he stopped trying to pull the other forward and instead gave him the harshest look he could muster. Oh if looks could kill.

Nick didn’t even bother to humor Chris’ next comments with a reply. He really was nothing more than an oversized child. Instead he chose to focus on the matter more at hand. For a moment he considered trying to shout for his mentor, Mr. Lynn. The strict history teacher was known among the students for taking no nonsense, and Nick believed that if any teacher could out power the boy it would be him. Of course he quickly realized just how irrational that idea was. He couldn‘t just go shouting in the hall. Everyone would think he was crazy. He had to think. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I’m not above telling the next person to walk down the hall to go get the principle. It’ll only be worse for you in the end if you don’t take your punishment.”

 

[Raika]

Chris had been firmly under the impression that nothing this idiot of a teacher could do to him would ever manage to get him riled up, but apparently he’d been wrong. In fact ever since their initial disagreement a bit of irritation had been growing bit by bit, and his outright disrespect for his teacher hadn’t been a form of entertainment, but a method in which he could release frustration and stress. Chris hadn’t intended to stay in the hallway forever, it was clear the Nicholas wouldn’t give up, and the only thing they were achieving here was the successful wasting of time. It was supposed to just be a fair bit of difficulty before Chris tagged on some crappy excuse and went along with it. Maybe after he’d thought up a valid excuse…. Well a teenage valid one anyway.

That all changed when Nicholas started ranting about how he’d tolerate anything from Chris, but wouldn’t tolerate him doing anything to the other students. His irritation towards Nicholas’s fakeness peaking, he actually recoiled a bit from the man in disgust, unable to comprehend why Nicholas was so bent on making it seem like he didn’t value himself in the slightest. The comment regarding getting someone to go get the Principal didn’t help either, and before even Chris had time to stop himself he’d lashed out, shoving Nicholas roughly again the wall with enough force to make the door frame to the empty classroom behind them clatter a bit.

“Taking me to the Principal won’t help dumbass, I don’t have a problem with him, or the other guys in our class. If you want me to be nice to everyone there’s one way to guarantee a fix, resign. You’re fake, annoying and just plain retarded” he shouted a bit louder, and more emotionally than he’d intended. A look of realization crossing his face before he reached over to the door, and shoved Nicholas and himself inside with tremendous force, it was almost as if Nicholas was nothing more than a sack of potatoes.

The moment they were inside the he kicked the door shut and grabbed Nicholas by the collar, bringing his face right up to the man. “I doubt I’ll get expelled for what I did earlier, but if you won’t resign, I guess the only solution is me getting expelled. Do you think that’ll happen if I beat you to a pulp Mr Devold?” he asked angrily, his voice laced with venom. “You can take disrespect and lack of manners, what’s a few cracked ribs for the mental relief of your precious students?”

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

That was it. He wasn’t going to rest until his collage teacher got fired. The man had failed at his job, because he hadn’t been prepared for this in the slightest. Nicholas felt not better than a helpless rag doll when Chris lashed out and shoved him. As his back hit the solid surface of the door the air was knocked out of his momentarily and all he could do was stand there with wide brown eyes, trying to get his shocked body to take oxygen into his lungs.

As the initial shock wore off he listened to the blonde shout with a sense of dread creeping into his chest. Why hadn’t he just sent one of his students to get the principle? Why had he been so stupid? He’d let his anger cloud his mind, and now the boy seemed just inches away from snapping. What was he supposed to do? Damnit! Why couldn’t this have happened to one of the more experienced teachers?!

“I’m not going to-” He began quietly, though he was quickly cut off as the door behind him was opened, and he was forced inside the empty classroom. His first reaction was to try and put some space between Chris and himself, but that didn’t get far at all. He was off balance while Chris was an athlete. He didn’t stand a chance. His first reaction was to flinch when his collar was grabbed, though he quickly reminded himself he had to say firm. If Chris thought he could bully him around, as a teacher, then what was to stop him for doing the same to his peers.

“Let me go Chris. I’m not afraid of you! We both know how a fight between us will go, and I don’t really want broken bones, but you’re not going to scare me into doing what you want.” He replied, trying to stand firm, even though inside he felt terrified. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered his mother telling him that bullies were cowards deep down and would back off if you stood up to them. She had been an awful liar.

 

[Raika]

Nicholas’s mother hadn’t been completely off the mark regarding bullies. It was true that some bullies were cowards and weak-willed underneath their tough exterior. In fact the reason they were bullies to begin with was because they felt insecure and could only express themselves physically, trying to drag others down to their level while also hoping that acceptance from others would come after they’d expressed their power and might….. unfortunately Chris wasn’t one such bully, especially since as of late, Nicholas was the only person he treated badly, and he sure as hell didn’t want acceptance from him. The student papers he’d just ripped up? Well that was just a side affect, a necessary sacrifice to get at Nicholas.

Standing up to Chris wasn’t the smartest thing to do though, and as Nicholas tried to make the blonde see reason, Chris’s mood only worsened. A cold malicious grin on his lips as he reached his other hand up and placed his fingers around Nicholas’s neck, lightly choking him while holding him in place by the collar with his other hand. “You’re right, there’s no point in beating you up since you’re not going to fight back” he scoffed, digging his fingers into Nicholas’s neck. Adrenaline pumping in his veins, and sanity receding in his pupils as he continued his rant. “I mean if I hurt you, I get expelled and sent to some shitty school, but if you raise even a finger against me your future as a teacher is forever destroyed.”

He paused, listening to the silence in the hallway to make sure no one was coming. “But if I kill you, if I end you miserable life…. Then maybe you’d reconsider? Which is it Mr Devold? Your life or your job?” Chris sneered. His cold blue eyes staring uncaringly into Nicholas’s. It was Chris’s turn to snap, and while it was upto Nicholas, it was clear threats of being sent to prison, and a ruined future wasn’t even remotely deterring the boy.

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

The calm composure and confidence he had worked so very hard to build quickly vanished when the felt the fingers around his neck. His heart began to race as breathing became more difficult, and he realized that his worst fears were probably about to come true. He couldn’t see a clock anywhere, but he knew classes wouldn’t be out for a while. Class had only just started when they’d left the room after all. His only hope was that whatever teacher had this classroom showed up, and soon.

As Chris’ fingers dug into his neck, Nick’s hands reached up, trying to pry the stronger hand away. He felt like he’d been soaked with ice cold water, and his heart was beating in a nearly distracting manner. “D-don’t. Ple-ease don’t.” He pleaded weakly, desperation and fear obvious in his voice. His wide brown eyes stared into Chris’, and the look there made him fear he’d really go through with it. He’d really kill him here. Another, more logical part of his mind said that if he wasn’t willing to get expelled for beating him up, he certainly wouldn’t be willing to go to prison for killing him. Yet it was hard to think of anything logical when his main priority was getting air into his lungs.

As his fear grew he began to struggle more. He knew there was no way that he could out power the boy, but that didn’t stop him from trying to use all of his body weight to pull away. While doing this he used both hand to try and pry the hand off of his throat. He wouldn't die here. He refused.

 

[Raika]

Nicholas could struggle and resist all he wanted. He wasn’t going to get away unless he somehow managed to surprise Chris enough to loosen his grip, and that wasn’t likely unless the teacher decided he’d dish out a punch or kick. Nicholas’s body weight wasn’t all that much infact Chris was pretty sure he’d be able to lift the guy up with little to no problem if he wanted to, but he doubted such a time would ever come.

He watched calmly as the man before him continued to struggle, watching, waiting, trying to count of the seconds in his mind as he watched Nicholas’s attempt to escape get gradually weaker. Relaxing his grip and pulling away his hand as suddenly as he’d grabbed the man. Arrogantly smiling, Nicholas could barely breathe nevermind scream for help, and even Nicholas couldn’t be stupid enough to do something so reckless when his attacker was standing right before him. Watching his every move.

“Please don’t what? Kill you? Let me think about it” he mocked, crossing his arms and pretending to think before shaking his head slowly. “An eye for an eye nicky, if you don’t want me to hurt you anymore, than we should walk right back to class and pretend nothing happened. I promise not to tell anyone if you won’t.”

Cracking a crazy grin, he waited for his teachers response, cracking his knuckles in a typical thug-like manner.

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

As the edges of his vision became distorted with a creeping blackness the panic reached a whole new level. This was really happening. Chris was going to kill him. He was going to squeeze the life right out of him, and there was nothing he could do, because he just wasn’t strong enough. A few fearful tears escaped his brown eyes as his mind became more panicked, and yet his body slowly lost it’s ability to respond. His mind was telling his limbs to keep fighting. It was natural instinct after all. Every creature alive, want to stay that way, and will do everything it can do so, and yet his limbs felt heavier and heavier as his struggles weakened.

Yet just when he thought it was hopeless Chris released his grip, and he desperately took air into his starving lungs. The sudden change brought on a coughing fit and Nicholas let himself fall to his knees as he tried to get his breathing under control. He only looked up again when the heard the cruel voice above him, and the words quickly made his gaze return to the floor. He was silent for a long moment, simply staring at the floor and getting his breathing back to normal. When he finally did speak his voice was small. “Fine. Lets go back to class.”

He hated himself for his words. He hated himself for being so weak, but what else could he do? I now believed the boy would kill him, and that frightened him. He loved his job. He loved the subject. He loved the majority of the students. He loved the school. Yet he didn’t love it enough to die for. After quickly wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt Nick got up and tried to head to the door of the class, fully intending to head back to his own class room.

 

[Raika]

Completely unphased by the tears, and the fully grown man rasping for air by his feet, Chris just stared down coldly at the nearly unconscious figure, a murderous cold glint in his eyes that seemed to be looking down at filthy trash. A voice in the back of his head kept nagging him to give the teacher a good kick in the face, but having nearly killed his English teacher, part of his mind had recovered enough to realize that kicking him now wouldn’t be the best of actions. It was already going to be hard enough for anyone else not to notice the bruises which’d appear over Nicholas’s neck, there was no need to add a broken nose to the equation.

Watching Nicholas slowly pick himself together, Chris wondered if it’d been a minute, an entire five. But eventually the dark haired man got up, trying to look as dignified as possible, while swaying over towards the door. A resentful look in his eyes as he conceded defeat and tried to leave the room..... One more step and he would have succeeded in reaching for the door too. But that one last step was one his body wasn’t able to take as Chris grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning the thin man around. Blue eyes of suspicion scanning Nicholas’s face for any hints. Chris was convinced Nicholas would run off crying the moment he had a chance. At the very least there was no guarantee that Nicholas would blab during lunchtime in the staffroom, or after school when Chris wasn’t even on campus.

“Strip” he ordered curtly. His voice stiff and demanding as he pressed his fingers into Nicholas’s shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me Nicky, I said, strip” he repeated annoyed by the look of confusion and rejection on Nicholas’s face. Sighing loudly as if he were dealing with an idiot he shook his head. “We can do this two ways, either you take your clothes off voluntarily, or I tear them off forcefully, up to you” he spat, resting his free hand on Nicholas’s other shoulder, dangerously close to Nicholas’s throat. “I won’t repeat myself a third time.”

 

[MiniMuseMedley]

Still feeling rather light headed and shaken Nicholas wasn’t surprised at how badly he was swaying as he walked. He would have to pull himself together before they got back to the classroom to avoid any unnecessary questions. He would also need to run home to get a scarf at lunch. That, or maybe he’d use his light headedness to say he was sick and take a half day off. Going home and taking a nap certainly sounded good after this hell of a morning. Maybe after his nap his head would be cleared and he’d actually be able to figure out what to do about this whole situation.

He was so close to the door that he was starting to extend his hand when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and spun around. He staggered a few steps to the side before managing to catch himself. Wide, fearful brown eyes stared into suspicious blue ones. He’d given the boy what he’d wanted hadn’t he? He had won. Not only would he get away with what he’d done in class today, but also with threatening his life. What could he be so upset about. Then realization hit him like a bag of bricks. He thought he was going to tell someone.

The first time the order was spoken he looked both shocked and confused. He was about to refuse. Tell the boy that he they had a deal and that he wouldn’t go back on it, when the hand was placed oh so close to his throat. The fear returned full force and after a moment of silent dread he gave a small nod. He took a step back, and out of the other’s grip, before moving to strip himself of his shirt. “Why are you doing this? I won’t tell what happened. I won’t.” He spoke, even though he knew his words were probably being ignored. He kicked off his shoes and undid his belt, and finally stripped off his pants and underwear. What the hell was he doing? This was to crazy to be real. This couldn’t be happening. Now completely bare, Nicholas wrapped his arms around himself, unable to meet the younger man’s eyes.