Sugar, We're Going Down

Neil Price 26 Years Old Band Elective Instructor [ Part of Harvest Academy ]

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November 9th.

Neil received multiple phone calls in the morning, most from old friends that still stayed close to him over the years. Plans were made immediately. To drink. To eat. To catch-up. He promised them the weekends and that was the end of that. It may have been his birthday but it was a Thursday, too. Which meant work and seeing those bratty high schoolers he calls his students.

He’ll be nice today as his birthday treat. Just one detention maximum. Hell, maybe none. That depends if anyone was stupid enough to cross him intentionally.

His family planned to call too of course, but not until much later in the morning when they’d knew he wouldn’t be too grumpy. Promises of gifts being sent were thrown and questions about his plans for the future came naturally. He was still undecided for the most part, but he wasn’t being rushed. Being the youngest had its perks.

The rest of the day wasn’t too special. Greetings were exchanged, a few gifts, greetings... nothing special, really. 

But he didn’t mind. He already threw a party some weeks back and had more planned soon. For this day, he wanted to be by himself. Get a burger. No cakes. Pig out a little.

And when the day comes to an end, he’d be in his apartment, delightfully surprised after finding an odd batch of cupcakes waiting for him. He had a dislike for sweets, but this one... this one was different. It tasted terrible, but it had an odd kick. A spicy kick.

Only one person could be ingenious enough to think this would make for a great gift, and as much as he wanted to spit it all out, he ate everything. Of course he had to down a ton of milk to get rid of the horrid taste, but by the end of it, he caught himself smiling. 

These kind of gifts that were just for him? He liked that. And as much of an asshole as he is, he’s grateful.

"Happy 26th birthday.” He stared at his reflection before retiring for the night, wondering what the difference was between 25 year old him and 26 year old him. It’s been an interesting year, but with another year pass, that just means he’ll have to make the next one just as interest, if not more. 

Challenge accepted? Challenge accepted.

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Activity Check 11/4 : Passed!

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⌜ ☆。.:*:  – “ I see… ” Gale doesn’t say anything more and awkwardly shifts as Neil sits on the couch as well. He might be on the other side, but there was still discomfort and an underlying fear he’d suddenly start shoving him. Instead, he drinks and talks. How strange. This wasn’t the Neil he knew. Gale espects Neil to leave him alone willingly, but contrary to his beliefs, Neil chooses to stay. Pride as a party host, maybe? He does recall the villainous blond to be the type to enjoy hosting these gatherings. ⌟

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – You’d think someone with a terrible personality would lack friends, but his social skills are surprisingly good. Or perhaps he has a charm? A charm that negates his distasteful personality of his and fools you to believe he means well? He doesn’t want to admit it, but the very fact that he chose to stay with him right now was starting to persuade Gale his opinion of him was wrong. Sort of. ⌟

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – Gale opens his own can and silently drinks, eyes turning to Neil only when he was hinted to arrive some time tonight. This makes Gale nervous. Nervous enough to drink his can half-way through. Beer was never his type of drink, but the bitter taste was better than the growing fear he feels right now. ⌟

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – “ …you were the lesser evil. ” It’s hard to believe, but Neil’s ‘other half’ is boisterous and harder to ignore. Neil has a weakness: his pride and his embarrassment. The other one? Not only is he loud, but his shame doesn’t exist. Gale still remembers the amount of times he got called out for simply being himself. Those were not fond times. ⌟

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – “ If he arrives… i’ll excuse myself out. ” Gale makes his dislike for the man obvious. He’s unsure if Zeke is still the same person, but on the chance that he is, Gale wants to make sure he doesn’t get a repeat of high school. “ I’ll find a way… Elli will understand if I involve Vivi in this. ” The witch. His nightmare, and his salvation. ⌟

“Huh. So you do drink.” Neil thought aloud, surprised the librarian actually does drink beer instead of just holding it out for show. He looked like he was praying for it to suddenly be drank. His silence didn’t came as a shocker to Neil and honestly he’s more surprised he talked back even with those few words he used.

And what’s this about being a lesser evil? He’s not lesser than anyone. Period. “Evil is subjective. There’s no way in hell I’m less anything than Zeke. Get your facts right.” Can now empty after a last but brief chug, Neil threw-- or rather, flipped-- the beer can on the table. It landed and stood on its own, surprising enough. Almost as surprising as Neil actually talking to Gale, of all people. And after that mention of Zeke and Gale’s obvious dislike, Neil found him both horrified and amused. Amused because Zeke would have a field day seeing this guy. Horrified because he was too entertained at the idea of someone as sullen as Gale would challenge jock of the academy, Ram. It was either stupid, or--

“You’re using that witch as a trump card? That’s fucking evil and you know it.” Neil actually snorted at that idea, knowing fully well the very guy Gale was avoiding at all cost would get weak immediately at the sight of the vivacious chemistry teacher. “If you’re lucky, my ‘other half’--” He said with matching air quotes. “--still likes that witch. Play him right and he’ll bend over, ha! I’d die to see that.”

Don’t get Neil wrong. He likes his friends. He loved them as family, even. But because he sees them as extended family and siblings, he wanted to see them suffer just a tiny bit. Like how true siblings would. “Though I doubt that witch will willingly come here. That chick hates my guts”

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Meetin’ the fam || Neil and Pierre

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Since Pierre started working here, he had been meaning to talk with Maya about becoming a teacher assistant. Not only did he love cooking and food, but he figured that he could offer some tips from his days of being a gourmet chef. He entered the classroom only to find she wasn’t in there. Oh well, maybe he’ll try another time. 

He was on his way out when he almost ran into a short tall blond man. 

“Oh! Sorry about that!” he chuckled. 

He hadn’t properly introduced himself to this man but he remembered the face from the party. What was his name? It started with an n. Neville…Nico…Nigel?

Neil just wanted to see Maya. 

The plan was easy: right after his class, he casually makes his way downtown to the cooking class room and surprise Miss Clementine with a visit. He didn’t text her on purpose cause what kind of surprise would it be if he did? Plus, he wanted to see those clear blues turn wide at the sight of him. It was a craving, and a need.

But instead, what he got was an almost bump by another person-- another blonde. A shorter one... A student...? He looked familiar, but not familiar enough. Probably some student he saw in passing or in her class before.

“Sorry my ass. Next time, look ahead. This classroom already has one blonde messing up all over the place, it doesn’t need another.” As harsh as his words were, there’s a creeping pink hue near his checks that formed and tried to hide with a brush of a hand to his nose. 

Even remembering her was turning him into a pile of mush. Ugh.

He peered inside the classroom to see if said blonde was there, but much to his disappointment, she’s not. Probably off being Ms. Congeniality elsewhere. Or just an errand. He needed clues. “Hey kid--” He placed a hand on the blonde that bumped into him earlier, figuring he can fish out some info through him.  “--do you know where your teacher is? If you give me a hint i’ll let you off for that bump earlier.”

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As the sun begins to set, the locals that organized the renaissance faire prepared for their final show: a bonfire. In the center of it all, a wide space was cleared both for the bonfire and dancing. Loud, cheerful music played, and the organizers started encouraging people to participate and da...

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Neil had one goal in mind today: beat the fuck out of Allen's team! And the only way to do that is to rack up points and force-- err, encourage -- the students under his wing to participate in every team. He went all his way to buy a fake crown for this stupid faire, he might as well win. After b...

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Like all good chaperons, Allen was kind enough to offer himself as a test subject for one of the attractions available: the tunnel of love. No matter how unlikely it was to get injured in something as silly as a boat ride adorned with hearts, he insisted it was all for them. "So, how about it?" A...

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Activity Check 10/21 : Passed!

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Renaissance Faire Games Masterlist

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late night drive

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 4-pete-sake:

Okay, Pete was giving up on this whole ‘nice’ act, he was just gonna be himself at this point and if that got him into trouble, so be it. “I mean I’m licensed and this car is registered, so I’m pretty sure I can have it.” That was a nice Yamaha though… Pete watched as the light turned back to green, his attention going back to the road. Pete put the car into first gear and well… drove the car normally. Each shift had no jerk to it, showing his discipline with driving stick. He didn’t try to speed ahead or anything, after all, he was trying to enjoy this night. Pete signaled to the right, a convenience store he usually goes to around this time was just up ahead, and he planned to stop there and take a rest for a moment. He completely expected the teacher to follow him, he was one of those teachers anyways. 

Pete turned into the parking lot of the convenience store, pulling into an empty space out of the many that were there, Pete cut off the ignition and stepped out of the car, leaning on the side of the car he crossed his arms with an unamused look on his face. “So?.. ya like it?” Pete gave a slight smirk and a chuckle but let it down. “How long have you had your bike?” 

Now that’s a little unexpected. 

Neil followed him to the convenience store and parked right next to the car. He took off his helmet, and ruffled up his messy bird’s nest, err, hair, and turned to the student. He just got out of his car and looked all chill. Pfft. If he thinks he can get by with that too, he is gravely mistaken. Though he has to admit...

“Not bad. Seen that around campus, just didn’t think a brat owns it.” Given how simple this guy was as Neil sees him in passing, he didn’t take him in for that type. Then again wasn’t he driving that one time when the students snuck out, too? It made sense now. “Two-- but enough with that crap, bud. You’re not allowed outside at this hour and you know it. Since I’m nice, i’ll just give you an hour of detention--”

Surprise, surprise. He still has a detention slip ready. The only problem is he doesn’t actually his full name. “-- what’s your name again? Peter..?”

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invite only: pia

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Still sending out invites, Neil was now in the middle of just handing out physical invites to save himself the trouble.

“Psst, Mermaid. Catch.” Neil flicked a small piece of paper towards the neighboring desk in the teacher’s lounge. In it contained details about a halloween party for the staff of Harvest Academy this Saturday. Food. Booze. Karaoke. And an option to dress up if they felt extra. 

He was going to turn back around to his desk when he remembered she was close with that other fish guy. Two birds with one stone, right?

“Bring your boyfriend, too.” He added with a shrug. They were like that, right?

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late night drive

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Pete was out on another nightly drive, partially to get groceries for the dorm, but mostly just so he could take his car out for a drive. The slight growling rumble from his car’s v6 engine sounded perfect tonight, the stars were out and the roads weren’t even busy. Pete turned off his radio and the air conditioning so he could hear his surroundings. It wasn’t soon after Pete started his cruise around town that he was stopped at a stop light, and next to a guy on a more than tasteful motorcycle. Pete was also pretty sure that the guy was a teacher at his school… and Pete’s windows were down. Keep your head faced forward, Pete, maybe he won’t recognize you. 

SHIT HE WAS NOTICED. Pete turned his head to the side to see the teacher, holding up a peace sign with his left hand, the other on the steering wheel, Pete tried his best to keep his cool. “Lovely night, ah?” Alright alright, try to be friendly. “I like your motorcycle, what is it?” 

What was up with these kids trying to trick him? If he thought he can hide himself just by looking away, then he needs to buy another book of deceit for dummies. “Just peachy.”

“It’s a Yamaha, Peter. The kind you’re not allowed to have-- kind of like that car of yours.” He’s seen this car around. At the parking lot of the school even. Neil never really figured out which of the teachers owned it, but at least now he was getting answers, even if it was the unexpected kind.

The countdown for the traffic lights neared 0, and soon enough, red will turn to yellow, then green. Neil readied himself, admittedly amused. If he decides to speed away and escape, he’ll be following him closely behind, heh.

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invite only: iris

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With the faire done and the school’s halloween party over, it’s finally time for Neil to hand out invites for a party of his own he’s been meaning to throw. He’s not the most social and agreeable out there, but he liked a good party, so here he is now sending invites. 

Iris Rose-- a famed author with a refined charm unlike her more animated and quarrelsome friend. He knew both from highschool but since she’s the more agreeable of the two and the other was going to crash his party anyway, he decided to throw her in an invite too.

He spotted her in the hallway while he was walking back to the lounge, probably on her way there, too. “Hey, Rose.” He called out, a hand waved once. “Invite only party. Saturday night, no students, just the adults. Dress up if you want, I don’t care.”

“It’s at my apartment on the top floor of the building-- don’t come if you hate noise. I’m setting up for Karaoke.” Okay, that wasn’t the friendliest approach, but he’s not really known for that either.

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He’s a Tramp || Felicity & Neil

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There was a short moment of peace since her students decided that they’d like to get something to eat, so she took this opportunity to pull out her phone and texted a few of her fellow teachers just to check up on them. It couldn’t hurt to let them know that she was thinking of them during this stressful time, no? Neil was always a different story though, even if they had known each other since their high school days.

“I’m thankful that Neil and Allen weren’t paired up,” she whispered to herself, being careful to keep her phone’s screen out of Allen’s sight.

♡ – [text] Hiya Neil~! :D I hope you’re enjoying the event! How are you and Rod doing? ♡ – [text] Allen has been open to trying out most of the games and even the rides themselves. ♡ – [text] Oh, and please let me know if you need a drink or something to eat. I don’t mind sharing with you.

It was unintentional to give Neil the information that would stroke his competitive nature, but she just felt like sharing with him that side of Allen which Neil refuses to see. He can be a good person when he tries. Still, that probably wouldn’t be convincing enough for Neil. Ah, well…

After the earlier commotion at the tunnel of love, Neil headed out to fetch that student that got left behind. The car ride was going to be a long one, but he has his phone to keep him entertained. In the middle of browsing through his playlists, his phone vibrated and Felicity’s name popped up. 

♪ – [text] It’s kay. Rod’s like a dog lol 

The second text makes him cringe, but getting batshit crazy all over again and through text of all things was stupid. Even Neil knew that. He sighed and sent in a response.

♪ – [text] Put a ruler in between and don’t earn too much points. I’m getting that win 👑 ♪ – [text] Nah i’m good. I’ll get something to eat later. ♪ – [text] Day’s just starting. Don’t get carried away AND KEEP THAT ASSHOLE YOU’RE WITH IN CHECK.

Neil couldn’t help nagging by the end, but this is only thing he can do from afar. It still irritated him that stupid redhead was being all friendly with someone that didn’t even matched him! He’ll just give him a piece of his mind later...

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Boom, Headshot || Open

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     【❧】~ Rosetta almost lets loose a curse when she sees who it was that she had hit. If she thought knocking her own soccer captain in the head with a ball was bad, then this definitely took the cake. Of all the people in the school, it just had to be the rudest and most detention-crazed teacher of them all. Great, just fan-tucking-fastic.

      “U-uh… yeah?” She affirms, having half a mind to turn heel and get the hell out of dodge, but refraining from doing so only because she knew that’d only make her punishment worse. Plus, her pride wouldn’t allow for her to take such a weenie way out… but it wasn’t too fond of her getting saddled with a detention that would mar her squeaky clean record, either…

      Damn her and her strong kicks!

      At his next question, she can’t help but immediately think, Because spending anymore time around you than necessary felt like pulling teeth?, but she knew better. Knew much, much better than that. So instead, she says, “I’ve got a lot on my plate, teach…” 

      What was one little white lie? Wasn’t like it would hurt anyone. And when was he gonna stop smiling like that? It was creepy, and he looked like hell… figuratively and literally. “You know, I totally would if I could! But I can’t, not with all the homework and clubs and whatnot…” The image of the sweet, hardworking student– sell it, Rosetta, and maybe he’d buy it.

God, his head was being a bitch right now. For every twitch he got after listening to Rosetta’s excuse, the pain doubled. He couldn’t focus, but her words rang loud and clear to him. Excuses, excuses, excuses. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Miss Benson. Cut the crap.”

“School festival just ended and the next event is outside the school-- council’s decoration team is free for the month.” Sometimes it helped to have your niece as the vice president-- you know stuff. He crossed his arms and fixed a cold stare on his student, 100% determined to not let her get out of this mess without consequences. His hands were already reaching for a pen and the detention slips he keeps handy for times like these. His day is never complete without signing up for a miserable hour in detention.

But as he did, his head hurt throbbed in pain once more. His arm shot up to his head, a pained groan escaping him. Ugh, it was being a little bitch and talking just made it worse. 

“Friday-- an hour... and... ugh.” He couldn’t even form a complete sentence, let alone finish giving Rosetta a detention. He felt faint. “Gah, how hard did you fucking kick that ball--!!” Mumble, mumble. Groan.

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⌜ ☆。.:*:  – The idea that he’s even friends with Neil made Gale sick, let alone be his ‘best friend’. Gale doesn’t have fond memories with his friends and even if a select few were nice, they were guilty of being bullies by association. They’re adults now but who’s to say they grew out of their childish personalities? Neil certainly hasn’t.  ⌟

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – “ ..thanks. ” He finds himself inside, forced to sit down on the couch as Elli ran off once more to take a call. The two Sams were taking a video call from their baby sitter and daughter, too. Great. Now he’s stuck with Neil without a middle man. ⌟

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – He takes one of the cans available on the table, late to realize it was beer. Drinking alcohol isn’t something he particularly enjoys, but he does drink. Just not as often as others. “…what’s the party for?” He keeps his eyes on the floor and on his feet while he opens the can. Neil and him aren’t the type to do small talk but he at least wants to know what he got himself into.  ⌟

The temptation of implementing the no phones rule when they all gathered up was too strong. But knowing his group of friends, they can’t do that. The Sams would freak out if they missed a call from their sitter, and the rest of the guys (much like Neil) had a habit of posting too much. 

Since he allowed Gale in and he was just there on the couch looking like an idiot, the party host in him is obliged to “entertain” his unwanted guest. 

“Nothing. Crew just felt like partying  and of course they drop by here.” He has to remember his friends’ advice of trying to be nice. Of letting bygones be bygones. There were two active voices in his head that spoke of contradicting things. The other still held onto childish spite, the other wanted a truce so he can drink and chill in peace.

He grabbed a can of his own and flopped down on the couch, one foot raised and rested on the other knee. Unlike Gale, he doesn’t wait for 999 years before drinking his and  chugs the can down. God knows he needed to feel buzzed to hold a conversation with this man.

“Gaah-- that’s nice.” Once done, he puts the empty can back on the table and reached for another. “I should warn you, my other half’s coming later. Heh. You’re in for a treat.” And by other half, he meant another member of his group of friends that just loved to bully Gale. Though for the other man, it was mostly just teasing.

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It’s not a phase, dad! || Neil and Chase

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This was it. This detention would go on his permanent record. Chase was ready to be handed the pink slip and plan for Friday’s detention. 

Wait..A chance to get out of detention? Did he hear that correctly? Mr. Price?? The pressure was on. Chase never made a bad meal of course, but he’s never had Mr. Price as a food critic before either. Still, he had to be confident in his own skills. He may be lacking in confidence in other areas, but cooking was the one thing he didn’t hate about himself. 

He nodded, trying not to show too much excitement, which wasn’t that hard, to be honest. He scooped some shrimp chili onto the dish. He made sure the presentation looked perfect before he unveiling the masterpiece. 

Chase handed the plate to him and stood back nonchalantly waiting for Mr. Price’s approval. 

Neil wasn’t too surprised when Chase looked like he couldn’t believe he was giving him a chance to bail out of detention. The terror band teacher never does that, but this was a special case. He had food. Food Neil loved. And he’d regret if he just went his way without getting a taste of the dish when there’s a possibility of it being good.

He waited patiently for his serving, eyes on the counter and away from Chase so he wouldn’t seem like he was eager. He kept tapping his fingers on the counter, however. Tap tapping away, his impatience showing. He still has to assert dominance somehow, and even if he’s the one being fed, he still calls the shots around here.

When the dish got served, it was time for his most awaited verdict. He immediately tasted a forkful, the heat quick to spread on his tongue and to his mouth. He liked the kick of spicy food so this is exactly what he was looking for. A forkful turned into two. Then three... soon enough, he just kept eating until his plate got wiped clean.

“...” He placed the fork down and cleared his throat, totally losing himself there for a moment. So much for asserting dominance... “It’s not that bad.” He tried not to over compliment-- or to compliment at all-- otherwise he’d be selling himself out. The dish itself was great, but Neil felt lacking. Someone who has eaten o much variants of shrimp chili had a few opinions of his own. “Could use some more heat, maybe add some more bell-peppers.”