Hate was such a strong word. It was the word that described things or people that made your blood just boil to the point of an explosion in your brain. It was the word that described what terrorists thought of America. It was the word that described Lionel Galloway's feelings for a certain Mr. Hattrick.
"You're such an asshole, Hattrick! Does it even matter if I drink in front of all these kids? I mean, there's bars! Children go into them all the time nowadays! Besides, there are worse cases out there that you could help with besides me!". The overweight Math teacher just stared at the lazy drunk with blaring eyes. "Like WHAT, Galloway?". Galloway shot a very mean glare as he answered with, "Uh, BURTON? I may drink in front of students, but that man hits on both girls AND boys! I don't know about you, but I think I'd rather have a drunk teach English than a pedophile teaching Gym!".
Hattrick crossed his arms. "What proof do you have, exactly, that Burton hits on students?". Galloway slammed his hands against his desk. "WHAT PROOF?! Have you seen him stare in absolute awe as the cheerleaders practice?! And what about all of the homoerotic wrestling he makes the boys do?! He seems to enjoy that more than the kids do, that's for damn sure! Also, Ms. Phillips and I have caught him looking at naughty magazines during lunch! Can you say PERVERT?".
Hattrick uncrossed his arms and stepped a few feet closer to the drunk. "Crabblesnitch is STILL gonna hear about you, sir. You have absolutely no physical evidence that Burton is a pedophile, so therefore, he's off the hook. But you, sir, are not. Good day to you". He turned around and started to make his way to the door as he said the last few words. Galloway let out a loud whine.
"Why Hattrick? Why do you obsess over the thought of getting me fired?". Hattrick turned around to face the oblivious drunk. "I don't obsess over the thought of getting you fired". Galloway gaped at this excuse.
"Bullshit! Well....fine then...if you don't obsess over the thought of getting me sacked, then what do you obsess over the thought of?". Hattrick smiled as he walked back to Galloway. He crouched to where he was on one knee, about five inches away from Galloway's face. He placed the palm of his large right hand and answered with, "I obsess over the thought of getting you the help you need, Lionel".
The Math teacher brushed his lips against the drunk's lovingly. He broke the kiss after about three seconds into it and got to his feet again. He ignored the hysterically shocked expression on Galloway's face as he turned back around to leave. Once he left, Galloway's shaky left arm reached for another drink.
It was gonna take a lot of Scotch to make him forget about this event.