douchebagiism:
mr king’s been out for blood since day dot, all year king’s made milo’s classes with him absolute hell on earth and now thanks to the cheating scheme going south it looks like milo’s vacation plans are dashed, he’ll have to serve summer school with this old shit nagging him every day. the classroom door opening thankfully stops milo from mouthing any obscenities towards his teacher.
he could already tell mr king was in a foul mood, the yelling echoed throughout the hallways before miles even reached the door. he doesn’t get the slightest second to greet his brother before the tirade continues from the teacher, ❝king is it?❞ he asks respectfully, voice soft and velvety ❝i am all about facing repercussions in life believe me, but would you really deprive a child of their last chance to see their sickly grandmother?❞ he holds back a snicker at just how brilliant that on-the-spot lie is, but the second he glances around at milo, he can see the facade is broken, the youngest valentine already in hysterics. ❝you little fuck, this is your vacation his ruining not mine❞ miles snarks chastising his brother with a slap to the back of the head, ❝look, dude, can’t we strike a bargain?❞ miles hand lowers to his groin as he smirks playfully up at king ❝you look desperate for some company and compared to my brother, i don’t have much to do all summer❞.
king is already in a state of disbelief before miles can get a word in. he knows the punk will spew nothing but lies, just like his little bro stuck on the chopping block right now. he curls his lip at both young men, giving them a rather poisonous stare while he picks at his fingernails. surprisingly enough, king finds himself in another state of disbelief, one that’s a different breed than his previous. is he really that transparent? while he may have a less than savory opinion of the valentine’s, he knows they’re not idiots so his shock doesn’t last. instead, a wolfish grin begins to spread on his features as his eyes zero in on miles’ crotch.
❛ ———mister valentine, what you’re offering is highly inappropriate. unfortunately, i cannot accept such a deplorable offer, not when the fate of a troubled student in on the line.” in other words, he’s not ready to let go of his grudge quite yet. if he doesn’t get to personally discipline students he loathes during their summer break, then what’s even the point of being a teacher. “what i’m trying to say is that after dealing with milo’s shit all year long, having you around as my service top won’t do me any good if your brother isn’t cleaning my hairy asshole on the daily. do you understand where i’m coming from?” he leans back in his chair, staring both boys down with a vague challenge to his gaze. “i’m a teacher first, disciplinarian second. both of you boys are welcome to take my intensive summer course and maybe if you do well enough i’ll let you enjoy part of your vacation. if not, then i’ll be seeing milo in the traditional summer school. are we on the same page?❜











