AN:This is my first time writing a fanfic so please read and review :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters from the show
Warining: Story contains Yaoi, violence, and other mature situations.
Everything was dark. All I could do was feel. A pair of lips found mine. A gentle hand stroked my hair. A sudden nip at my earlobe- I whimpered softly. Then, a warm and soothing tongue gently ran over the shell of my ear. Arms wrapped around my back and I let out a sigh of contentment. Who was laying here with me? My thoughts were jumbled and I couldn't remember how I had gotten here. Why is it so dark? Muddled thoughts continued to swirl about in my head. A gentle kiss was placed on my lips again… But by who… who… who?
I sat up with a start when I felt a quick jab in my side. "Come on Joey, you need to stay awake. You've already made a bad impression on our new teacher by being late to his class every day for the past week since he took over for Mrs. Lursik. The least you could do is keep your eyes open while he's lecturing," my best friend Yugi whispered to me.
I nodded my head and groggily rubbed my eyes. I picked my pencil off of the desk and tried to focus in on what was being taught. Numbers and equations were scrawled up on the board but no matter how I looked at them, they made no more sense to me then Egyptian hieroglyphics. I began copying down what I could but all too quickly the bell rung. "You go ahead, I'm going to finish copying down the notes," I told Yugi as I saw him get up and place his belongings in his satchel out of the corner of my eye.
"Alright. Do you want to meet up at Sandy's Diner with Tristan, Tea, and me?"
"Nah… I think I'm going to go home and get some sleep. I was up late watching T.V. last night and all," I replied lightly.
"Are you sure? It seems like you haven't hung out with us for months now…" Yugi's amethyst eyes fogged over with concern and his eyebrows knitted together.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," I flashed him a crooked grin, "I promise I'll make time to hang out with you guys soon, okay?" My nonchalant attitude seemed to ease my friend's concerns and he nodded his head. ]Yugi slung his bag over his shoulder and left. I sighed and returned my attention to the math notes on the board. Hastily I finished scrawling down the mess of numbers and slammed my notebook closed. I looked up at the clock. Shit. I needed to hurry. I quickly shoved my notebook into my bag and stood up.
"Do you mind if I had a word with you Mr. Wheeler?" A low voice murmured right next to my ear. I started and spun around, only to find myself face to face with Mr. Bleye, the substitute teacher who was taking over for Mrs. Lursik while she was on maternity leave. He must have been watching me while I finished copying down the notes.
Mr. Bleye wore an oversized tweed coat and a pair of ill-fitting pants. The majority of his face was monopolized by a pair of clunky, black glasses that- had they not have fit so well with the rest of his appearance- would have made me laugh because they were the epitome of the stereotypical "nerd" glasses. His brown hair was messy with strands sticking up from the sides, making it look as if he had just rolled out of bed. I wasn't surprised that I hadn't noticed him standing behind me while I wrote down the notes. He was one of those people who blend in with the crowd, who have no presence in a room.
"Actually… I have to get going Mr. Bleye," I told him, my eyes shifting to look back at the clock.
"If I'm not mistaken, you just told your friend that you were going home to sleep," he countered.
"Ah… yeah… right..." I trailed off, caught in my own lie. Mr. Bleye stared at me, waiting for me to explain. But, when he saw that I had nothing left to say, he continued speaking.
"Mr. Wheeler, although I have only been here for a week now, I have noticed some troubling behavior on your part. You are always late to my class. I've also seen you dozing off once or twice. But, what troubles me the most, is your grade in this class. You haven't turned in a single homework assignment and you got a zero on yesterday's test." I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Mr. Wheeler, until your grades start improving you will spend an extra hour after school with me."
"No! I can't!" I balked, the words spilling out of my mouth before I had time to think.
"Can't?" Mr. Bleye prompted, his eyebrow raised in an inquisitive manner.
"Well…. You see…" I fumbled about for something to say, "… I mean… uh… can't ya just cut me some slack?"
"And why should I cut you some slack?"
I wracked my brain for some excuse that I could use. I needed to say something believable that would get me out of this situation with no questions asked. But would could I say… I looked the nerdy professor up and down… An idea popped into my head. Yes, this could work. He would be so embarrassed surely he wouldn't ask any questions…
I took a deep breath in and placed my hand on his shoulder. A look of confusion passed over his face. "I was wondering if you could cut me some slack because I'm in love with you," I told him in the most seductive voice I could muster. I watched as his eyes widened in shock- just the reaction I was hoping for. "You're up there teaching, and I sit in my desk watching you, and I just get so hot. You're so tall and intelligent and…" I fished about for something else to compliment my geeky professor on.
I was straight so flirting with a man like this was not in my comfort zone. But, to be truthful, flirting with anyone wasn't really in my comfort zone. Although I was straight I had never had a girlfriend before… I hadn't even had my first kiss. Something else to compliment him on… eyes! Don't people always love having their eyes complimented? Something about the eyes being the gateway to the soul or some bullshit like that. I peered past the bulky black frame of his glasses and stared into his eyes. I had never noticed what a beautiful blue they were.
"…and your eyes are so beautiful. They're as blue as the ocean… as blue as the sky. And they have tiny flecks of silver in them. They're just so…" I felt my skin flush a bright red as I caught myself actually getting lost in his eyes. "A-anyways, I'm like, in love with you and stuff so I was wondering if you could just cut me some slack."
I thought I saw a tiny smirk creep across his face but he quickly turned around so that he was facing away from me. He was probably trying to hide the look of embarrassment that must be plastered onto his face. After all, how could he feel anything but shock and embarrassment after hearing not only a student, but a male student, confess to him in such a way? "I will think things over Mr. Wheeler. I hope to see you on time tomorrow in class," he murmured in a strained voice.
"Yeah, s-sure," I replied awkwardly. I quickly made my way out of the classroom and then sprinted down the hallway. I was screwed. There was no way that I would make it on time.
"Since you were late today, you can be in charge of the dishes Wheeler," one of my fellow waiters sneered at me. I couldn't remember his name. I hadn't bothered to learn any of their names even though I had been working here for several months now. The employees at Lorenzo's were not the kind of people I would like as friends so I made no effort to get to know them. The majority of the staff were ex-convicts and the other part of the staff was made up of people who should be in jail.
Why did I work at such a place? It was the only place with hours that weren't during school time that would hire me. It was also far enough from school that no one would recognize. After all, students were not permitted to have jobs at my school. And, with my less than impressive grades, it was a job that required little academic prowess to work at.
I made my way into the kitchen and began scrubbing greasy dishes hurriedly. Being stuck with cleanup duty was one of my worst nightmares when it came to this job. I would get home later than usual when I had to stay and clean up which left me with even less time to work on my homework. And when I was stuck with cleanup duty that also meant I was left alone in the restaurant with Mr. Gorichi- the manager.
I cringed as I felt the all too familiar feel of Mr. Gorichi's moist, rank breath on the back of my neck. "Such a shame you were late to work today Wheeler. It looks like it's just you and me left here to close up shop," he said in his nasally voice.
"I'm almost done with the dishes so I will be on my way home soon too…" I muttered through clenched teeth. He placed one of his pudgy hands on my shoulder and began rubbing small circles with his thumb.
"There's no need to rush Mr. Wheeler, take all the time you need," he told me, his putrid breath tickling the back of my neck once more. I gripped the dish I was washing tighter and tried to focus all of my attention on scrubbing the grease from the last few dishes I had to clean. I felt his other hand snake down to rest on my lower back and washed the dishes with more vigor than before, desperately trying to finish up so I could get away from Mr. Gorichi as soon as possible.
"I-I'm all finished so I'll be leaving now," I murmured, drying my hands on a towel.
"Alright Mr. Wheeler, I'll see you and your sweet ass again tomorrow," he whispered into my ear, slapping my butt lightly. I shuddered in disgust and quickly left the restaurant.
By the time I reached my dingy apartment it was past midnight. I gingerly opened the door and peered inside. The faint glow of the T.V. screen illuminated the living room and I was able to make out the passed out form of my father on the couch, beer bottles strewn about on the floor around him.
While my father's recent spike in drinking forced me to work even more than I usually did, it also gave me some respite from the daily beatings I used to receive when I came home. These days I would always hope to find him passed out, reeking of alcohol when I came home. However, this didn't happen nearly as often as I wished it would. On the days when he was conscious when I returned home I was subjected to lashings from his belt… beer bottles to the head… and all manners of abuse.
I quietly crept past my father and made my way to my room. Exhausted, I peeled off my work uniform and brushed my teeth, then flopped into bed. I was too tired to even bother with homework. I wrapped my covers tightly around me and closed my eyes, hoping to drift back to the wonderful dream I had while in class today. I wanted to feel once more the soft and gentle kisses… the kind hand stroking my hair… the warmth of another body pressed against mine…
To Be Continued...