"Detentions," The man started. His hands clasped tightly in front of him making his veins visible through his pale, thin skin. He sat behind his desk with a deathly serious expression on his face as he stared at the figure on the other side. "Seemingly have no effect on you..." His voice came out tightly as if he was forcing himself to keep calm at all times and not give the figure on the other side the satisfaction of seeing him snap. The teacher inwardly smirked, there was no way he'd let his mask slip. "Mr. Beatles." He finished his sentence by addressing the figure on the other side of the desk. This figure of course was Mr. Beatles. He was 5'6 and had blonde hair trimmed to perfection in an out-of-style haircut once known as...the bowl cut. In complete it looked like someone made a bowl out of blonde hair and dumped it upside down on his head and apparently he didn't mind. The guy had tan skin stretched out over his skinny arms (containing no muscle whatsoever) and had a natural look that practically shouted he was not American. He wore baggy jeans and his upper body was covered with a classic orange hoodie which made him look 16 times his actual weight (the guy was practically a stick) and on his feet were converse. Now you must think this makes no sense because why would a man such as Mr. Beatles have to be in detentions anyway? Well...ah...um. He was a boy. He was a 16-year-old boy to be the exact. Yes, I uh may have left out that part. No wonder I kept referring to him as guy and not boy or man. Ah...so where were we? Oh yes, the teacher was pissed off and the boy remained silent so the teacher continued to speak. "I can not force you into community service," The teacher frowned suddenly, letting his emotionless mask slip for only a second. "Unfortunately for me." The boy wanted to smirk but didn't want to risk a more harsh punishment then the one he was about to receive. "And you may wonder why you are here, after class, alone with me." The blonde's eyes widened slowly.
Ew, is he going to rape me? Is he into that or...ugh, gross.
"And so I'm upset that it's come to this." The man said as he stood up. The blonde watched with wide eyes. Oh crud, it was really going to happen. Wasn't it!? The man reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a file and the panic within the blonde slowly disappeared. "You've been late to my class 7 times, Mr. Beatles and it's only the 2nd week of school." Oh and the boy was also a student if didn't piece that together. "You gave the same excuse over and over again about getting caught up in the locker room or losing your books." The man sighed. "I don't know what else to do," He said as he flipped open the folder and sorted through its contents. He pulled out a purple flier and handed it to the blonde, who hesitantly excepted it. Like ew, what if it was an invitation to his house and his address was scribbled on it? The blonde curiously peered at it with his dark eyes. "You'll going to be working in the school's greenhouse." The man said. "Every day for the first semester." The sophomore wanted to shoot himself, every day? Really? He'd rather have detention every day. At least then he could sleep and not do stupid girly things like plant flowers. He looked up to his teacher to glare at him, but the man was reading something in the folder. Taking that as his queue to leave the blonde stood up and shrugged his backpack on his shoulder as he grudgingly shuffled towards the door. "2:45 PM to 4:00 everyday, Wally." The teacher's words forced him to halt and he hissed in anger.
"Whateva." He grumbled before disappearing into the hallway.
"I didn't say it would be fun, I said it might be beneficial for you." A bald boy spoke. On his face were goggles which showed his dark eyes which were wide from lack of sleep. He had spent the entire night studying for his exam in Lab Chemistry. Seriously, what teachers give an EXAM on the second week of school? Shouldn't there be some rule about that? "It might make you more...I don't know, sensitive?" He tried.
"Whateva." Wally grumbled, reaching for his paper and sitting next to his friend. "I just hope the place isn't crawling with cruddy little sheilas." He said. Suddenly the door opened and in bounced in a jolly boy with a little baby fat on him. He took a seat on the last remaining place next to the blonde. He opened his book and began to pull out his work. He looked over to the blonde and um...hairless boys next to him before he started filling out his worksheet. The blonde boy and his friend ignored him mutually. "Like those cruddy freshmen girls, faces piled with make up and crud like that. Ah, those sheilas drive me crazy." He spoke with annoyance.
"Wally, don't speak such utter non-sense." His friend spoke with his thick British accent. Ah yes, British-n-Bald as I like to say. That's the way I like them. Anyway the blonde blushed. "Seriously Wally, I remember last year when you mistook one of them for a clown and when I told you they were in our grade you immediately thought they were hot." He shook his head weirded out. Wally pouted childishly.
"But Nigel, I was a Freshman last year. I'm a Sophomore now." He whined coyly. Nigel cast one brief look at his moronic friend before he rolled his eyes.
"So tell me Wally, what possible could have changed in 1 year?" He clicked his tongue skeptically. Wally glanced sideways at the boy who was doing his work next to them, allowing him to be acknowledged. The boy was obviously eavesdropping yet he appeared concentrated entirely on his work. Wally was good at reading people and the boy apparently was good at covering up his true intentions.
"I have a better taste in girls now." He shrugged it off, causing Nigel to roll his eyes dramatically. "At least I don't have a psycho fan girl." He muttered in addition and both boys tensed up and slowly turned around in their seats to take a quick peek at Lizzie Devine. She sat at the very last lab table with her nose stuck in a book and is if on queue she froze, raised her nose from the book, and took a few sniffs of the air. She looked right at them...! The boys snapped forward, Wally sweating and Nigel shaking. "Dude, the girl's weird. I swear she was looking right into my eyes." Wally whispered, Nigel shook his head in disagreement.
"No-No, she was too busy looking into my soul." He squeaked out. Wally chuckled and relaxed. As long as she was in the back of the room they were safe. He tapped his hands nervously on the desk anyway and looked over at Nigel who was back to doing an experiment. Wally sighed and looked over at the boy who was scribbling and sighed loudly just to see if he could annoy the boy. The boy continued to write faster as if he didn't hear him. Wally frowned and faced back to Nigel, jumping straight back into the conversation.
"But Bro, You're not understanding." He said. "I have to deal with cruddy annoying girls the entire stupid time. They'll probably force me into a tutu or something like that. What if there are stupid flowers all over the place? What if-."
"Are you talking about the Greenhouse?" Suddenly both Nigel and Wally turned in sync to face the third boy who chose to so happily intrude on their conversation. The boy licked his lips as he reached into his back pack and pulled out a bag of chips. "Are you?" He pushed. Wally rolled his eyes and turned to fully face the boy, Nigel peering from behind him.
"Yea, why?" Wally asked rudely. He was a bit upset with this guy. He had the audacity to ignore him, eavesdrop, and then further intrude on he and Nigel's conversation. Who did he think he was? "Who are you?" He asked snappishly.
"Hoagie P. Gilligan, at your service." The boy stuck out a hand and Wally stared at the offending object before Hoagie slowly lowered it and began to eat his chips. Wally watched him in disgust. Seriously, who did this kid think he was? "Yeah, the green house isn't that bad of a place." He said. "In fact I worked there in the beginning of the summer." He added rather quickly. Wally's jaw dropped and he couldn't believe it. This kid? This nerd with weird aviator glasses? Was so bad that even a detention wouldn't suffice and he was doomed to work in the dreaded greenhouse?
"Dude," Wally gasped. "What could you have possibly done to work in THAT place?" Wally shuddered and Nigel rolled his eyes at Wally's over dramatic actions and he went back to to his work. Hoagie finished his chips as the bell rang and he looked at Wally square in the eye.
"Volunteered." He shrugged nonchalantly. Wally grabbed at his books and stood up quickly, following the boy out of the room and down the hall.
"Wait you-you volunteered?" He asked in disbelief. "Why would you want to work there during the SUMMER when we're free of this evil prison? Did you really give up your free time to trek back here and work for no money?" He sneered, Hoagie nodded despite how rude Wally was being. "Why? Were the girls hot? Was there free food? Were there hot girls? Are you gay? Is it fun? Or...Or wait, are the girls hot?" He asked. Hoagie rolled his eyes and looked away and he walked faster.
"Why don't you volunteer for yourself?" He grumbled and Wally scowled.
"I'm already being forced into working there for the 1st semester." He called out and as the hall emptied, Hoagie stopped working there.
"Forced?" He squeaked out. Wally nodded even though the boy couldn't see. Hoagie turned around and eyed the skater boy. He gulped and turned to fully face him. "So it's a punishment?" He asked, receiving another nod from Wally." He frowned and turned around as he bravely approached the blonde. He stared coldly into his eyes. "If you're being forced into this because you're a bad boy and can't handle detentions then you won't last a minute in the greenhouse. She's going to hate you, but I warn you now blondie," Hoagie paused as he seemed to reconsider his next words, instead of speaking Hoagie looked down in embarrassment and shrugged as he turned to walk away. Wally was confused. What was he going to say? He planned on tracking the boy down and bribing it out of him but at that exact moment...
BRING! BRING! BRING! The late bell rang?
Crud.
Hoagie knitted his eyebrows in annoyance and shoved his nose deeper into the book he was reading. It was 8th period and a very annoying Wallabee Beatles was purposely thumping his foot louder and louder. Hoagie had planned to ignore the arrogant boy. After their earlier talk Hoagie wanted nothing to do with the boy, but somehow Wally had tracked him down and was intent on getting his attention, but Hoagie didn't plan on giving in any time soon. Unfortunately he was having a mental breakdown and if the boy didn't stop soon he would snap.
"This is a LIBRARY." He hissed as quietly as possible. The blonde shrugged.
"I need your help." he said casually. Hoagie rolled his eyes.
"I refuse to do your job no matter how much you pay me." He said angrily, returning back to his book. Wally scoffed loudly despite the setting.
"I just have some questions, don't get all cocky Gilligan." Hoagie frowned at the honorific of his last name being used by Wally Beatles of all people. He had yet to look back up from his book though and so Wally continued to speak. "I don't want you to do my job, mate." He took another approach. "I'm just curious because you said you were warning me...about what though?" He asked. "How do I know what you're talking about unless you explain." He said. Hoagie's eyes flickered to the clock silently ticking on the wall and inwardly grinned, there were only 5 minutes before the bell rang and then he'd be able to go home and Wally wouldn't be able to bother him anymore. The blonde was such a pest. "Uh, Hoagie? Did you hear me?" The blonde reached out and softly tugged the book out of Hoagie's hands. Hoagie gasped then flared his nostrils angrily.
"I was reading that." He hissed. Wally rolled his eyes and looked at the book in his hands. He stifled a smirk.
"Space and Astronomy?" He read aloud, watching Hoagie's cheeks redden. He chuckled before he chucked the book across the library hoping the librarian wouldn't see. He sighed in relief when he noticed the woman was nowhere near him and his 'friend'. "So where is the green horse?" Wally asked in a bored tone. Hoagie frowned and winkled his nose.
"It's near the back of the school." He said before pulling his backpack on and glancing at the clock. "And it's called a green house." He added. Only 3 minutes left. He got comfortable and awaited the ring of freedom, yet time seemed to stretch forever and Wally just stared at him then at the clock then back at him. Hoagie became nervous, was the blonde planning something?" He gulped softly and looked back at the clock. A whole minute passed and the two boys continued their actions, each glancing at the clock then each other. Finally Hoagie began the final countdown: 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1. BRING! BRING! BRING! He grinned and jumped to his feet. As his hand touched the handle of the door Wally finally spoke out, smiling as he did so.
"So, I asked my teacher where it was and he said that you could show me." He said innocently. Oh the look on Wally's face when he practically saw steam pouring from Hoagie's ears. Hoagie grinded his prefect teeth together and tossed a look over his shoulder towards Wally.
"Follow me." He growled.
Hai dere, so this idea popped out of nowhere because I thought you guys would enjoy it, but still I can PROMISE you two things. 1. You WILL love it and 2. At the end of it you will hate me with utmost passion. Literally you guys might try to hunt me down and kill me. Oh and just so you know from now on the story will be in Wally's Point Of View. But moving on you guys know how this works (if you've been reading my stories for a while): First chappie's always short cause I don't wanna waste time typing if no one's going to read it yada yada yada and you should do one of the following things:
Follow Me or the Story: If you want more stories or if you want to be updated for the next chappie
Favorite Me or the Story: Cuz Oh My Gumballs, y nawt?
Review: If you have a heart, you can save me from Depression of being an awful writer
Stalk Me: Stalkers are hawt, so I won't mind.
- Jade (Blue2B)
