Just so you know, this title is temporary, and is bound to change soon. Once I figure out a better one...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and shit. I only own the name Paper Star café as a replacement for Starbucks. Because it is like a dream to own Starbucks, a dream that won't come true.
Zack Fair could not stand Professor Rhapsodos's lectures on American Literature. You'd think that after having him as his teacher in not only high school, but now, college. Was this guy stalking him? Or was he just interested in Angeal, his foster dad? Whatever it was, it was kind of annoying to be greeted in the start of the school year with, "Oh hello, Zackary, another year together." Not even listening to what Rhapsodos was saying, he doodled in the corner of his page the chain that dangled from his friend's gun. Yeah, so Vincent was something of a body guard, working for a crew called the Turks. They worked to protect whoever they were paid to.
"Ahem, Mr. Fair," the stalker professor cleared his throat in front of Zack's desk, bringing Zack out of his trance and making him jump. "It would do you well to pay attention to what I'm saying, less you want another bad grade on your next exam."
"Yeah, sure…" Zack's voice trailed off. How the hell could he threaten him with another bad grade? Not like he tried giving him a bad grade. Pah! He could be sent to prison for that. Professor Rhapsodos looked up at the clock on the wall next to Zack's table and said, "Ah, we seemed to have lost track of time. Okay guys, finish reading the book, and I want a full report on it by Friday. No excuses, if you don't have it, you better sign up for tutoring or remedial classes." The class groaned and filed out the door. Zack, who really didn't care about the homework, was left alone packing up his stuff. He headed out the door and down the hall, then out the building. His friends Cloud, Reno, Rude, and Vincent were standing underneath a tree, apparently waiting for the raven-haired friend.
"Hey man!" Reno exclaimed happily, clapping Zack on the shoulder. Reno seemed thin and wiry, but underneath his clothes was really some pretty strong muscle, even if it wasn't apparent.
Zack grinned, hiding the pain that stung on his shoulder from his face, and punched Reno lightly on the arm, saying, "Hey guys." With Zack's thin and muscled figure, even a light punch could hurt. Reno kind of grimaced, his tattooed face gave it all away as his red eyebrows bunched up above green-blue eyes. Everyone else didn't really notice, as they were busy chatting all at once to Zack. The vibrant teal eyed teenager grinned and said, "Alright, alright, alright! One at a time people."
"…But we're talking about the same thing, Zack." Rude said. Everyone burst into laughter and began heading to the Paper Star café on campus.
Once inside the café they met up with Elena, Tifa, and Aeris, more friends. Zack pretty much knew everyone, but this was his close circle of friends. The girls waved them over to the lounge area.
"I got you your favorite, green tea frappuccino." Aeris grinned to Zack and handed him the cup. Sipping happily, he thanked her and sat next to her. They all chatted together for their whole break, occasionally getting up to get a drink or something tasty to eat, and once Tifa looked at her watch, she nearly screamed. It was already thirty minutes into everyone's classes. Tifa, Cloud, and Rude rushed off in one direction while Elena, Reno, and Aeris went in another. Zack trudged to his next class, muttering about how much he did not like college.
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Sometimes coming home was a treat for Zack, because Angeal would be whipping up something to eat, and always made enough for at least eight people. At other times, coming home wasn't so pleasant, as his foster dad would be dealing with new shipments of books for his store or he'd be paying bills, and both left the man in a bad mood. Walking in the threshold and going straight to the kitchen. After grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, he turned around to see Angeal hunched over stacks upon stacks of paper at the table, constantly reaching over to a calculator to his left and occasionally muttering about how much he did not like bills. Zack cleared his throat slightly, saying he was just going to hang out upstairs, and quickly dashed up to the second floor. He plopped himself down on his desk in his old room and got to that book report that was assigned to him earlier that day.
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It may sound a little weird reading this, but Genesis felt something for Zack the moment he walked in his ninth grade class. No, he was not a pedophile, thanks for mentioning, but it was more of a fatherly feeling rather than a lover feeling. It wasn't until in eleventh grade that he noticed how much Zack had grown and how good he looked that the lover feeling developed and overpowered the fatherly feeling. It wasn't Genesis's fault that every time he saw this certain student he felt like he just wanted to ravish the boy… They have been pretty close friends since his tenth grade year. Now, he may only be five years older than the boy, meaning he had been assistant teacher the first two years of high school, but it still felt a little weird to have a fling for a student of his. And that student of his had a foster father the same age as himself.
Oh boy, this college year would be long. Very, very long…
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