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“As long as you don’t abuse the power, you won’t become the center of all the dartboards.”
“True enough, but I’ve never been in a position like this before. I mean, I used to be where they all are now. I’d feel bad for setting the worst possible example for what comes after school.”
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” Pax bemused with a sappy sigh, rubbing his arm with one of his usual goofy grins. “How’s being a teacher treating you? I hope your students are giving you too much trouble.”
You know, you're just about the cutest dork I know, and I love that. This weekend it is, I look forward to it.
Stop. You’re literally saying that because you have to. But, I can’t help but feel the same way. I’ll see you then, babe.
-Pax
“You can’t tell me you aren’t a little bit excited to be on the other side for this.”
“Why in the world would I be excited about giving out detentions. I don’t enjoy being the center of students’ dartboards.”
Of course we can, why else would I bring it up? When and where?
Very true. I guess I just always feel like I’m in a dream when I’m with you. This weekend? By the courtyard? We can sort out where we go from there.
-Pax
Pax, I know it's been kind of hectic since school started, but maybe we can see each other this weekend? Let me know.
I agree, I’ve been absolutely swamped with work since the year started and I’ve missed you more than you could possibly know. Can we? I’d love nothing more than to see your cute ol’ teacher face.
-Pax
“What the fuck does that fucking mean?” Dash asked bitterly, feeling the blood drain from his body. He felt cold rather then his usually heated temperature from the anger, his stomach flew through a free fall. Did he? He couldn’t. His gaydar wasn’t a real thing.. Unless.. Dash was panicked. Did this ass hole know?
“I think you and I know exactly what that means, Dash.” He spoke clearly, not in a mocking way, or in a sarcastic way, but in a manner that was transparent and sincere. “Look, it’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself to me. And I don’t think I have the energy to dive into your psyche at the moment, so,” With that, he took the detention slip and ripped it in two. “Let’s just pretend this never happened, yeah?”
“Definitely, I’m hoping this will be a good year. I’ve got a good feeling.”
“What a beautifully optimistic attitude. If only all students thought the way you did.”
Cherie glared. “Perhaps I should tell the headmistress about your attitude here. I’m sure she would love to hear about this and then proceed to fire you of course.” She smiled brightly at him.
Paxton held his books to his chest and simply smiled at the girl. “Attitude? Last time I checked, calling someone else a ray of sunshine was one of the best compliments on could give.” He concluded with a small shrug.
I’m glad you agree! It really let’s me plan out my schedule nice and neatly with my classes to keep me busy.
And it’s nice to have some time to myself to plan out side lesson plans for the teachers, but not being burdened with all the work full-time teachers have on their hands.
“Stressed.” Marco rubbed his forehead.
“How? We’ve barely in school for that long? Are the teachers assigning that much work already?”
“It’s only the first week, I wouldn’t give up hope for detentions just yet.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt they’ll be flying off the pad soon, but I’d rather remain at least slightly optimistic for now.”
“U-um… J-just a few acquaintances…” Nothing really exciting or interesting ever happened to Copper, or, at least, that’s how he saw it. He didn’t really mind, either.
“Oh,” He began, not wanting to make it seem as though he was forcefully urging the other to make friends. “Well, how about your classes?” Paxton asked, trying to steer the conversation. “Anything you’re really invested in?”
“That’s good.” She fell silent for a moment, not sure if she was supposed to leave after that. But she didn’t quite feel like being invisible just yet, so she tried her hand at another question. “W-Was your summer alright?”
Paxton found it so strange that even though he just got off the boat of being a student, and now suddenly found it so difficult to communicate with those who were once his peers. “It was actually very nice! But, then again any break from school is a break well-spent. How about yours?”
“There was a war here last year.. I watched classmates die.. And here we are, resuming like normal.. It’s almost like people have forgotten or are trying to cover it up.”
Paxton sighed and nodded his head in agreement before shifting back on his feet. “You’re right. We did. And it was one of the worst times we’ve ever had to face. But, how are we to hope for a brighter future if we don’t move on from the past? It’s not like we’re trying to forget that it happened, but we don’t dwell on it either.”
“Don’t fucking call me Dashiell. It sounds like a fucking girls name, you fucking piece of shit.” He snapped at him. “Fuck you. Fuck that. I’m not fucking doing it. It’s better than spending time with you but fuck that shit.”
“Well, that’s something you should take up with your parents, not me.” The smile never left Paxton’s face, but it only grew once the other rejected the idea of detention. “You’re right. It’d be wrong of me to pull you from your free time and your friends. Looks like you’ll have all kinds of time to spend with Thad, hm?”
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Dash stared at the paper, not taking it from Paxton’s hand, instead he crossed his arm over his chest. “What do you want to spend more fucking time with me?”
Paxton looked down at the paper in his hand before folding it up and physically placing it in Dash’s hand before chuckling uncontrollably at the next few words. “Oh, heavens no. Not in a million years, Dashiell. No, your detention will be helping cleaning the bottoms of blasted cauldrons for three hours. I know it’s not as fun as being with me for three hours, but it’ll do.”
