Title: Hell Comes With Its Own Locker
Rating: M for strong language, explicit content, up-coming slash (it's coming, we swear!)
Author's Note: So, this is my very first fanfiction! It's actually a joint effort between my friend and I, and I hope it's not too complicated! The first half of each chapter is done by me and the second half is done by PhantomAlibi, but we're seperating them with a nice squiggly line, so it shouldn't be too bad. She's written fanfics before, so hopefully I don't do too bad in comparison! Basically we have two main characters; Sirius Gryffin and Chaz Van Der Beek; with a whole load of supporting characters to add to the fun. Also as a side note, this is kind of an AU (even though it's an original!)...Yes, Sirius' Grandfather is indeed mentioned as the President, and yup I do mean the President of the United States...Really, you can kind of ignore that, I was just going for the utmost rich and famous there! Anyway, we'll be coming out with about a chapter a week (and there will be lots) so hopefully everybody has a good read and comes back for more! Make sure to review and tell us how we're doing!!
Summary: Sirius Gryffin was undeniably attractive, while Chaz Van Der Beek was...Average. Sirius had more money than he could possibly spend, everything in life handed to him on a silver platter, while Chaz never had a day of luxury in his life. Sirius had his boundless popularity at school while Chaz had his good marks. Sirius had a Harley Davidson...Chaz had a mountain bike. Though, unlike classmate, Sirius had a secret...And it was making Chaz's life a living hell.
Disclaimer: Well, we actually own this story as well as these characters! Sirius Gryffin came straight out of my head, as well as any other characters played in my section of the fic. Chaz Van Der Beek came straight from PhantomAlibi, and so did all of the characters in her section! Of course, I do want to mention that Sirius is loosely (I'm stressing loosely!) based from my love (obsession) with Sirius Black from the Harry Potter series. I don't know about any of you, but I wish she'd write a Maurauder's spin off! Anyway, I'd better say that this story is totally fictional and if we offend anyone, we're sorry! Alright, onto the story!
It had been two whole months since Sirius Gryffin had found himself roaring down the familiar stretch of highway in the seat of his shining black, Harley Davidson Rocker C, 2009 motorbike, with the wind whipping at his face in the most cool and refreshing manner. Well, he thought, before vacation it had only been a 2008. Thank God for birthdays and rich Grandfathers.
That meant two whole months since he'd entered through those double mahogany doors to his personal domain; Gryffin Preparatory Institute for Boys. He sauntered those halls like he owned the place, which quite literally, he did. His Grandfather, President Richard Dean Gryffin, had named the high school after himself when he purchased the building rights, therefore making Sirius the richest and most influential student to attend. Therefore, in turn, making him the most self-righteous and pretentious student as well. Popularity has a reputation for going straight to a person's head, and the ego-inflated cranium of Sirius Gryffin was certainly no exception.
Two months since he'd laid eyes on him...
He took the left-hand turn into the school's parking lot like a crazed lunatic with suicidal tendencies. His side nearly brushed the pavement as he sped up, only to come to a screeching halt in the dead middle of a parking spot specially marked "Gryffin" which sat directly within view of the front doors. This was, of course, to direct as much attention to himself as possible. That honestly never failed. His large, red, high-top Converse sneaker came down, knocking the kick-stand into place before his other leg swung around in a graceful dismount and he pulled the keys from the bike. As he pulled off his helmet and set it on the handle of his bike, giving his head a light shake, grins began to break out on the faces of his classmates who waved to him anxiously. Some were more anxious then others, it seemed.
Sirius Gryffin was the type of young man who turned heads. Young, old...Man, woman...It was irrelevant; he was a universally attractive human being. He had a tall and slim stature, the muscles of his body lean and toned; a god amongst men. His flawless complexion was a naturally tanned hue, contrasting beautifully with the deep black of his shaggy hair that tended to fall forward in sweeping layers, its red-dyed tips framing his face. Though above all else, without a doubt, once you caught sight of those piercing grey eyes you wouldn't be able to look away. If he would take off those damn Aviator sunglasses for two seconds, that is. The problem was that he knew all of this, and he knew it well. Even his outfit said something about the man, which was that he knew he looked good.
The students of the Gryffin Preparatory Institute for Boys had a compulsory school uniform that was provided, but Sirius had abandoned all obedience to rules the moment he was old enough to realize what having money and power really meant. Most traces of the once prestigious uniform were lost beneath his own personal adjustments; his black and red striped tie hung loosely around the neck of his white dress shirt, its top two buttons undone as it hung sloppily untucked from under the standard black cardigan with its school crest, his black leather jacket fitting snugly over top the whole attire. As Sirius dropped his keys into the pocket of his jacket, he moved at last up the front steps to the remarkably huge, brick building, more than conscious of the eyes on his behind, held nicely by the faded denim of his jeans.
In the time that it took Sirius to make it up that final step and immerge into the halls of his own private Kingdom, a gaggle of young men had formed a swarm around him; rather like wasps (in that, they were increasingly irritating and impossible to escape, Sirius thought). He greeted each with a warm smile, no scratch that; the usual quirk of a smirk he held at the corner of his lips, offering a wave and a flash of a wink to the swarm of his so-called friends, all eager to get a slice of his popularity.
"What the fuck's new Gryff? That another new Harley out there, man? I give that one till X-Mas before it's scrap metal, you lunatic bastard" one of them said to him, and Sirius scoffed in good humour. Or rather, a newspaper said to him, as the young man who had spoken was hidden nose-deep behind the out-spread New York Times in his hands, as usual. His name was Ollie (Ollivander Van Der Beek, but Sirius personally thought that was a ridiculous name not worth remembering) and he was quite possibly the only one in the crowd worth talking to. Ollie was a different breed from the usual idiots that inhabited the school; a posh New Yorker with a sailor's mouth, unkempt chocolate brown curls for hair, a rather long nose that could have been much straighter, and really too tall and skinny to look normal. Though, all in all he managed an odd attractiveness. If it wasn't for Sirius and the rest of the crowd he had fallen in with, Ollie would probably have the proud title of Dungeon Master in the ever-picked-on Dungeons and Dragons Guild. Or in the very least, Head of Chess Club. The two of them were an unlikely pair that's for certain, but Ollie was popular by his own right and Sirius honestly couldn't remember a time when they weren't best friends, having known the other teen since grade school. By now they were both in their senior year and shared a deluxe suite dorm room that they were constantly fighting over closet space for, or the fact that Ollie's snoring happened to resemble an avalanche and Sirius took hours in the bathroom every morning, flitting with his hair.
"So I totalled the Lamborghini and the Porsche in the same weekend! That was three months ago man, get over it. You've gotta learn to let go of these minor details" Sirius scoffed back to his friend with a casual shrug, pulling down the top edge of the newspaper to get a look at Ollie's face, which scrunched itself up immediately in disdain.
"Dude, I was inside the fucking car with you...Both times! So shut up and have some goddamn sympathy here man, I was in a wheelchair till summer break! Not to mention the time you...Oh, what did you say? Accidentally, that was it. Accidentally wheeled me into the Staff Washrooms and I got detention for the whole weekend" he reminded his friend, rolling the newspaper up and whacking Sirius in the chest with it. "Fuck, I would have had more fun this summer still in the chair...Remember, I told you my Pops decided a family reunion would be fun over vacation. Oh sooo much fun, par-tay my friend. I couldn't get my Aunt Libby's lipstick off my face for two days man, and Dad forced me on Geek Patrol. Spaz was moping around the place like somebody ran over his favourite cat...Which reminds me" as he paused for a quick breath, Sirius was really missing his whole summer of peace and quiet. Ollie's favourite pass-time was talking and Sirius was sure half the time he just wanted to hear his own voice. "Totally ran over his piece of shit bike. Dude, and I thought it was scrap metal before."
Sirius snorted a laugh and rolled his eyes. "You know Van Der Beek, it really is kind of pathetic that the highlight of your summer was flattening his ride. You're a sad, sad individual" he joked.
Oh right, how rude of me! How was your summer while I was in hell with the loser? Oh that's right, you were in Cancun getting laid on the beach and drinking Mojitos, sending me postcards every second day, you traitor" though by this point Ollie's words were lost on his friend.
Sirius Gryffin was anything but shy and far from conservative, but everyone has their fair share of dirty little secrets and right at this moment his were causing the blush to rise uncontrollably in his cheeks. He wondered why in the hell Ollie had to keep mentioning the loser. His eyes were drawn down the hall now, blotting out the rest of his superficial classmates until they fell on that one boy in particular. A Grade 11 boy by the name of Charles Van Der Beek, or Chaz for short, who just so happened to be Ollie's only cousin. He was standing by his locker and lost in his own world as usual. Sirius noted with an odd flutter in his stomach that it was right beside his own locker this year. He knew the routine by now though, and also knew all eyes were on him. He couldn't just go blowing his cover senior year; what a waste that would be. With a sharp nudge to Ollie's side with his elbow, he left the midst of his admirers and made his way down the hall, sauntered really if you cared to notice. He nodded his acknowledgement to the sea of "Hey Sirius"s that popped up from guys he barely remembered after two short months.
By the time he'd reached his destination, Sirius had acquired somewhat of a group of followers, all sniggering behind their leader's back at what they knew was to come. They would nudge one another and point. Sirius threw a glance over his shoulder to them before turning his attention to his locker combination. He opened the lock, swinging the door open carelessly and indulging in the "twang!" noise it made as it thudded off the back of the other teenager's head. It knocked his headphones straight off his ears. "Man, you really oughta pay more attention or you're gonna get hurt" he offered innocently enough as he pulled his expensive, fine leather satchel from his locker. It was still equipped with all his books and binders from the previous year, never having bothered with it through the summer (Why am I gonna study if I can get laid on a beach instead, were his sentiments). Though maybe if Sirius had decided to change his sentiments a year ago, he wouldn't have flunked out and be stuck repeating it all over again at age 19.
"So Spaz, how was your summer? I hear you and Ollie some good old family bonding time, huh? Man, he invited me and I really wish I could've made it. It was almost all I could think about while I was lounging in the sun outside my private beach house in Cancun with two beautiful blondes mixing me a drink...Yeah, almost" Sirius gloated. He paused to admire the reflection of himself in the small mirror attached to his locker door. He reached up a hand, running it through his hair and giving himself a wink for good measure. With a satisfactory grin, he slammed it shut and closed the lock over the latch once more, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He leaned back against the lockers like he was the King of the World (Might as well be, he decided on) and shifted closer to the other teen boy. "So you're taking Grade 12 Chem this term huh?" he started casually, giving Chaz an eye up and down "What a fuckin' nerd four-eyes, get over yourself". Sirius rolled his eyes and flicked the other boy's glasses from his face, watching them fall to the floor. He thought for a split second about stepping on them. There was no reason to cross the line. Sirius pushed himself forward from the lockers and brushed past Chaz, knocking into him sharply as he went, the other boy thudding against the locker "Watch it, Spaz". He threw a last glance over his shoulder to see Ollie's newspaper in a rolled up ball hit the side of Chaz's head, before he disappeared inside none other than the Grade 12 Chemistry lab room. He could still hear the rest of the boys down the hall snickering and jeering. Bunch of brainless idiots.
Sirius flopped himself into a seat at the lab table farthest from the front, as per usual, throwing his bag down and immediately leaning his chair back on two legs. He lifted his feet up to rest them on the previously sanitary lab table. Ollie was through the door in another instant along with the gaggle of Sirius Gryffin admirers, and immediately took his usual spot in the empty seat beside his best friend. Their teacher was quick to notice this.
"Good morning Mr. Van Der Beek. I'm actually thinking that spending some time away from Mr. Gryffin might make my class a little more enjoyable...For me" Mr. Wagner began, only smiling at the groan he received from both young men. "That's enough boys. Mr. Van Der Beek, why don't you go take a seat next to Mr. Bateman at the next table" he suggested.
Sirius couldn't help but notice the look on his friend's face. It seemed like Ollie's eyes were going to pop from his skull any second as his skin flushed a bright pink. The most interesting detail though, was the tiniest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of Ollie's lips as he stammered a bit and rushed to assemble his binder. He'd had to come back to the table twice, first having forgotten his book, then having forgotten his whole school bag. By the time he was positioned in the chair next to frequent social disease Arthur Bateman, Ollie looked as if he might explode. Sirius cringed, hearing the awkward stammering coming from the table over.
"I uh...Hey, er, good morning...I'm um...I-I-I'm Ollie, maybe you remember that? Heh, Chem class, what a drag huh man? I-I, err...I had a good umm...Summer, yeah, how about you?" Ollie struggled to put sentences together in a bit of a strangled voice. Sirius had long since had suspicions that his best friend had a crush on Arthur Bateman, but by now he'd pretty much confirmed it. He'd never dare bring it up though, god no. Bateman was best friends with Chaz Van Der Beek after all, and Sirius didn't want his own best friend ridiculed for his feelings. It was best that he shut his mouth on such a topic. Now Chaz was another story...
In truth he admired the social disaster's academic ambitions. If only he could apply himself like that...If only Chaz would sit by him now. If only Mr. Wagner could just so happen to partner Chaz with him this term. If only was a phrase he used a lot since meeting the other boy. What a disaster and he knew that was true. His thoughts lingered to the other boy's quirky little grin and bothersome side-swept hair that was always falling in his eyes. If only he could touch that hair. Really touch it, not just when he was grabbing it to shove the kid's head in the toilet.
Sirius knew it would never happen. It couldn't. Chaz (Spaz...-snicker-) Van Der Beek wasn't the type of guy who someone like Sirius Gryffin hung out with. It was against the rules. Sure, Sirius had basically made those rules himself, as he noted many a time, but they were set in stone now and there was no going back. In a split second, three years ago, he'd decided Chaz's fate of being relentlessly bullied for no apparent reason. What a first encounter. If Sirius Gryffin had something against you, then you were guaranteed a one-way ticket to hell. And in this case, hell comes with its own locker.
Unfortunately for both boys, the only thing Sirius had against him was how hopelessly in love with him he was.
Charles "Chaz" Van Der Beek sat on the steps of Gryffin Preparatory Institute for Boys, his beige messenger bag slung across his slender torso. A set of large, chunky, black stereo headphones hung around his neck with the low drone of his favourite band, Incubus filtering through them.
It had been a long summer, one he was more than glad was over. He had spent the first two weeks alone in the Brooklyn luxury condo his mother insisted on having, but rarely ever used due to her line of work, which had her away more often than not to decorate the homes of B-List celebrities on the sunny streets of L.A. The rest of the summer was spent with his self-instated millionaire uncle, Dr. Emmery Van Der Beek, the most prestigious psychiatrist in all of the USA and Canada as well (his client list something that would shame even a top notch Spielberg cast). He was bent on Chaz visiting him in France to meet his long estranged father and his mistress. Needless to say, that visit didn't go over well and to make matters worse the only company he'd had was that of his hot shot, egotistic cousin Ollivander "Ollie" Van Der Beek whose sole purpose in life was to make Chaz's own a living hell. Ollie was constantly taking part in and/or co-executing his social assassination while at school.
Thankfully that nightmare was over. Well, except for the fact that Ollie had conveniently "accidentally" run over his only means of transportation -a white red and black mountain bike- whilst dropping him off from the air port several nights ago. It was rendered useless and Chaz was forced to take a bus this morning where, Lucky him, he'd gotten to sit awkwardly next to a large business man whom took up most of the seat and reeked heavily of cigars, bourbon and piss.
Yet that entire disaster aside, in truth Chaz was more than happy to be home. Well, what he considered his home anyway. He'd been attending this school now for going on three years and he hated to be away from it. Yes ok so there were a few… draw backs to attending a private school such as the mandatory uniform, the necessary eighty or higher average and the excruciating cost. Not to mention the curfew and the strict policies. Though there were also its advantages as well like never having to go home to an empty condo, unlimited resources such as libraries, computer labs, science labs, music rooms, the commons where you could meet up with friends. For the more athletic student there was a weight room, an indoor and outdoor track, soccer field , indoor pool, rugby field, and the list of possibilities were endless. This school had it all, but its main perk, the thing that interested Chaz the most, was the fact that this school not only insisted on high averages (which he himself had no problem maintaining) but it also offered guaranteed interviews with all the prestigious Ivy league schools that otherwise he'd never be able to earn.
It was on that goal now that his thoughts were set as he sat pouring over a section of last minute homework, his pencil tucked firmly between his teeth, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read over each problem:
"3. The value of Plank's constant is 6.63 10-34 J s. The velocity of light is 3.0 108 m s-1. Which value is closest to the wavelength in nanometers of a quantum of light with frequency of 8 1015 sec-1? A. 3 107, B. 4 101, C. 5 10-18, D. 2 10-25, E. 1 10-25 "
Sighing, he began rooting in his bag for a piece of scrap paper and a pencil, finding both in a matter of seconds as he turned back to the problem. He paused for only a moment to adjust the head phones that were currently around his neck to their stop on top of his head, the music drowning out the sounds of the other arriving students.
He'd only managed to get half way through the problem when the loud drone of an engine cut over his music, making him jump. The lead of his pencil snapped with the added force, but it went un- noticed. For in that moment he'd looked up just in time to see a black streak zoom past the steps of the school and into the parking lot, the rider having shifted his weight so that the obviously expensive motorcycle was riding the pavement practically on its side, only to be upright again and parked in the next split second which earned strangled gasps and hoots from the students still lingering on the stairs and side walk.
All of them except for Chaz of course, who after seeing where the driver had parked, had put all the pieces of the puzzle together and was no longer impressed with the illusion. He knew for a fact that the trick had been done with simple weight exchange and that the inflated ego behind the wheel was known for carrying a tremendous weight.
"Oh great, I should have know it was him" he groaned as his suspicions were answered with another outburst of cheering as the driver dismounted and pulled his helmet away, shaking out his feathered hair. It was Sirius Gryffin, the school's mascot…. err… protégé.
Rolling his eyes, Chaz silently got to his feet, stuffing his loose-leaf and pencil back into his bag before slinging it over his shoulder and taking the stairs two at a time. He did not want to be around when the ego in the parking lot made it across the street and into the awaiting arms of all his admirers, especially since Chaz himself didn't happen to be one of them and Sirius knew it.
Once inside, Chaz began shifting through the groups of people crowding the entrance hall, his short and lean build making it easy to squeeze through the gaps between people virtually unnoticed. Well except for one person who he himself hadn't noticed standing with the group he'd just squeezed by.
"Hey! Van Der Beek! Chaz! Chaz!!" A voice called over the loud chatter of the occupants in the hall.
Chaz ignored him, continuing his way through another group of people, this time less carefully than before and accidentally stepping on someone's toe as well as earning a few groans and glares from the others. "Sorry" he apologized, quickly looking to the floor as he squeezed past the last group and through the door that lead into the lounge (or commons as some of the students referred to it as).
It was just as full in the lounge as it was in the entrance, but thankfully a lot more of the students in here were either sitting at café style tables or occupying the HUGE sectional that sat in front of a large fireplace, making it easier to travel to the other side of the room and to the door that would lead him to the hallway full of lockers.
Once in the hallway, Chaz made his way down the rows and rows of lockers until he found the one with his nameplate on it. Carefully he adjusted the books under his arm, while using one hand to twist the combination lock twice all the way around to clear it before twisting in his three digit combination, a click issuing from inside the mechanism to signal that the right combination had been entered as he pulled it free and the door swung open much to his satisfaction.
Hanging the lock on the latch, he immediately reached inside his locker and pulled out a small flat black box, then using the pad and nail of his thumb he attempted to push the cover up but due to only having one free hand he failed miserably and the case fell with a thud to the floor.
"Damnit" he hissed under his breath as he squatted to pick it up.
"Phoooo! Hast I died and gone to heaven? Should I question that which my wondering eyes behold? Doth not have thee a name to go with that sweet ass?" a silky voice whistled behind him followed by a mischievous laugh he could have recognized anywhere.
A smirk pulled at Chaz's lips as he slowly stood back up, the flat pencil box he'd dropped now tucked under the arm with the rest of his books as he turned to face the man behind him.
"But Soft! The light through yonder window breaks. It is the east and Juliet is the Sun," he teased sticking out his tongue as his friend scowled at him.
"And here I thought I was the sun, -sigh-. Gone have my hopes and dreams" his friend teased back, pressing a hand to his forehead and pretending to faint into him.
"Hey!! All right, all right! You're the sun! You're the sun! Now get off me!" Chaz mused, shoving him, a wicked grin spreading across the other man's lips as he quickly turned over and placed a quick kiss on Chaz's cheek.
"Awe C! You're just the best" he grinned as Chaz wiped at his cheek before quickly turning back to his locker, desperate to hide his blush as he set the arm load of books on the top shelf. He reached up, and taking down the flat black box again he opened it and pulled out his favorite number two pencil, prior to stuffing the box in his bag.
Chaz hated to be caught blushing, especially by his best friend of six years, Arthur Bateman, whom he also happened to have a slight crush on.
Arthur was your typical boy next door; in fact if it hadn't been for Sirius and his posse, he might have even been considered one of the best looking in the school. He was tall, not freakishly tall mind you, just barley skimming the six foot mark, with creamy skin and a slender but toned build. His hair was medium length and bronze and was usually worn in casual disarray, except for the bangs, which were tapered and swept to the left on his forehead, shadowing his gorgeous sea foam green eyes. He was active in athletics as well as school, being the captain of the swim team, assistant captain of the track team, head of the debate team and leader of the drama club.
"Sooo what are you doing anyway?" Arthur asked after a moment of silence passed between the two friends, as he stepped up behind Chaz, a smirk on his lips as he peered over the younger boys shoulder.
"Chemistry" Chaz replied around the pencil that was stuck between his teeth, the books he'd set down earlier now back in his arms along with a calculator and the loose-leaf he'd stuffed in his bag.
"Chemistry? You mean you don't have it done already! Jeez C, what happened, you become a slacker over the summer?" Arthur teased nudging Chaz playfully, only to receive a glare from the younger boy, who now had on a pair of sophisticated looking, square black-framed glasses. "Ooo right…. How did that go by the way?" he asked, slumping against the locker next to Chaz as he tilted his head to look at the other boy who was now writing something down on a sheet of loose-leaf.
"Fine" Chaz murmured indifferently, not looking up from his now lengthy equation.
"Ooo, that good huh? Sheesh C, spare me the horny details!" he hissed in mock sarcasm, faking a look of absolute disgust before breaking out into a huge grin "Fine, fine, keep your secrets Mr. Van Der Beek" he played in a posh James bond accent as he pushed off the locker and around to Chaz's other side "But I expect them sooner rather than later" he threatened teasingly, pointing his finger like a gun and winking at him "Alright C, I'm out. I have to find my locker and stop off at the dorm before class but I'll catch you later. Maybe we can do lunch?" he offered, biting his lip and giving Chaz another wink when the other boy finally looked up and nodded "Excellent, see ya man" and with that he turned on heel and disappeared down the corridor.
Chaz watched as Arthur disappeared, a laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head, gripping the head phones around his neck and pulling them back into place on top of his head. He turned back to the paper he'd been working, on crumpling it and throwing it into the bottom of his relatively empty locker, before taking out the problem sheet and circling the letter C just as one of his favorite song's sparked to life on the head set.
"Would a written invitation, signed, "Choose now or lose it all" sedate your hesitation? Or inflame and make you stall? You've been raised in limitation, but the glove never fit quit right. The time has passed for hand-me-downs, choose a new, please evolve, take flight," he sang out loud and stood on his tip toes, reaching for a binder at the back of his locker on the top self just as something heavy slammed into his side and he stumbled over, his head phones slipping from his head and crashing to the floor.
Chaz glowered up at the offending metal door only to notice another one opened behind his, Sirius looking down at him and warning him he'd better pay more attention. The smirks and snickers of the gaggle behind him supported the "sincerity" in his words.
"Yeah, thanks for the warning, I'll take it into consideration" he spat as he reached down and fished his headphones and I-Pod off the floor, the music still blaring from them much to his relief as he turned it off and stuffed it into his bag.
It wasn't that Chaz was the first candidate for Sirius' unwanted attention; there were plenty of guys more suited for the typical high school razzing and social seclusion. In fact, Chaz hardly fit the bill at all, besides the fact that he wore glasses and put an effort into his studies. He was really quite average. He was short and slender, only reaching five foot seven inches, with a petit frame. His hair was medium length dark brown, with natural copper tones and highlights, and a right side swept bang that covered most of one eye. He was the captain of the track team and head of the peer mentoring committee, he was also a member of the swim team but most of the time he liked to spend his time either in the library (listening to music and studying or writing his own music) or in his dorm singing and playing his guitar (usually rocking out to his favourite bands front man and idol, Brandon Boyd of Incubus). All in all there really wasn't much to draw attention to himself, but for some absurd reason Sirius had chosen him as his object of amusement and made it a point to relentlessly remind him.
Chaz rolled his eyes as Sirius continued to talk, droning on about some beach in Cancun and blondes mixing him drinks.
"Oh really, blondes now? I hadn't realized you'd lowered your standards" he stated simply, casting a glance to his cousin over Sirius's shoulder "I take it you didn't break the news to your pet over there, huh, or maybe you did but it just didn't register. Was he chewing his nails when you told him? You see, he finds it awfully hard to concentrate on more than one thing at a time" he mused, giving his cousin a forced grin before glancing back to Sirius who was now leaning against a closed locker.
Just go away! Chaz thought to himself as he turned back to his own locker, pulling out his binder and chemistry book, flipping it open to a random page and shoving his homework sheet inside. He snapped it shut and shoved both binder and book under his arm, all the while conscious of the eyes on him and Sirius Gryffin still speaking to him.
"Yeah, you see it's a two way street. While some of us" he paused to glance to Sirius "fail our grades, others are too good for them. Chemistry happens to be a subject I'm too good at so they bumped me a grade for that course" he explained with a shrug of his shoulders as he slammed his locker shut and clicked the lock back into place turning finally to face Sirius and his posse head on only to be caught off guard when the other man reached forward and flicked his glasses from his face.
"Oh real FUCKING mature Gryffin!" he spat as he heard his glasses hit the ground somewhere near his feet, the laughter from the spectators making him blush as he quickly ducked to the ground and began feeling around for his glasses, only to be sent sprawling head first into the locker by the force of the other man. His book and binder he'd been holding tucked under his arm landed on the floor with a thud that echoed in the now empty hallway.
"Great!" he seethed, grinding his teeth as he rubbed the spot on his forehead with one hand while the other continued patting the floor around him for his glasses "Fucking asshole… ow…. Couldn't leave it at one thing had to be a show off for his dumb ass friends" he ground out between clenched teeth as he continued his search the loud buzz of the bell issuing above his head "urggggggggh Perfect! Just one more thing he can gloat about!" he sighed, upping the pace of his search, until finally his hand skimmed over the arm of his glasses much to his relief.
Quickly slipping them back on, Chaz grabbed his books and got to his feet, giving his uniform a once over, not that he particularly cared about his appearance seeing as everyone wore the same thing. Usually his was casual anyway: his tie lose, his shirt tails hanging below the black cardigan and the sleeves pushed up past his elbows. He quickly scooped up his bag and sprinted down the hall, ducking into the classroom and the first available seat just as the second bell toned.
"You're late, Mr.Van Der Beek" the teachers voice echoed from behind his paper.
"Excuse me" Chaz blanched.
"You're late" Mr. Wagner repeated lazily flipping his page.
"But-I— yes sir" Chaz stuttered, a pink tint creeping into his cheeks as he sunk lower into his chair.
"I'll let it pass this time but don't let it happen again" the teacher offered, removing his glasses so that they hung down his front before folding his paper and setting it on the desk "I'll also need you to go sit with a partner" he added as an afterthought.
Nodding, Chaz got to his feet, glancing around the classroom at all the occupied seats searching for any available. His stomach heaved when he noticed that somehow, the only vacant seat was next to Sirius himself, which he quickly bypassed as if pretending he hadn't seen it and scanned the room again for the faint hope that he'd missed one. All he could find was the apologetic face of his best friend who was pouting at him from the back corner.
Sighing, Chaz threw himself back down into his previous seat, refusing to even acknowledge the empty seat next to Sirius as he proceeded to arrange his belongings on the table.
"Mr. Van Der Beek". The teacher's sudden harsh voice made him jump.
"Ye-Yes Sir" Chaz addressed politely, looking up to meet the other man's gaze.
"I said you needed to sit with a partner, now could you please move and go sit next to Mr. Gryffin".
"There aren't any seats sir" Chaz shrugged, pretending he hadn't heard the last part of the teacher statement "Besides I prefer to work alone, I'm sure I can handle it" he offered as politely as he could.
"Mr. Van Der Beek this is a lab course, it is designed for partnered curriculum and that's the way it's going to be taught. Now, I suggest you pack your things and go sit with Mr. Gryffin".
"I'm fine here Sir" Chaz stated simply, making no motion to move.
"Mr. Van Der Beek, I don't know how cute you think you're being but you're testing my patients. Now again I suggest that unless you want to fail this course before it begins, you move yourself and your belongings to the back of the room next to Mr. Gryffin".
"I can't do that Sir—and it's not that I want to fail either, I just can't—" but he was cut off as the teacher was suddenly inches from his face, the vain throbbing in his forehead.
"That is enough! You are the student, I am the teacher, and although you may think your too good for my course I beg to differ. Now unless you would like to go sit in the Dean's office for the rest of first period on the first day back and face a week's worth of detentions, I suggest you put your differences with Mr. Gryffin aside and move your ass into that seat! Do-I-Make-Myself-Clear!!" he spat.
Nodding, Chaz slowly got to his feet again, gathering his things as he plucked his bag off the back of the chair before moving down the aisles to the back of the room and up to the table where he quickly set his books down and climbed onto the stool, slouching down as far as the seat would let him. A deep crimson blush was on his cheeks as he narrowed his eyebrows, casting a quick scowl to Sirius as if this was all his fault. He leaned back a bit in his seat to look at Arthur who was just at the next table, right at the other side of Sirius. Chaz turned his head just in time to catch his cousin's barely coherent stammering. It was a well known fact that Ollivander didn't talk so much as ramble. Boy did he ramble. In fact, he was always rambling about something or other and now Arthur was the unfortunate victim.
"And yet again the King of Darkness seems to get his own way, without even lifting a damn finger!" he growled under his breath as he slouched even lower into his chair, brooding with another glance at Sirius.
Arthur was turned in his seat, his eyes watching Ollie intently as he spoke. The stuttering ramble nothing to be desired but strangely enough he found he really didn't mind, it was interesting to see one of the self-instated elite off there high horse for once. Not to mention, it was really rather adorable on the curly headed man who's usual form of communication would leave a sailor blushing. Yet due to the usual social conduct in this school, that was something Arthur had to keep for himself. So, instead of the wanton lust he felt, written on his features he wore a rather bored expression as the other man rambled about summer and school.
"Yes well introductions are rather redundant considering we've gone to school with each other for the last six years," he reminded the other man and forcing his voice to sound rather irritated. "Not to mention my best friend happens to be your only cousin, but just the same I suppose this is really the FIRST circumstance where pleasure…. -ahem- pleasantries were required between the two of us, so I'll forgive you your lapse in memory" he extended simply with a shrug as he faked a yawn and stretch before turning his head to glance at the next table. A smile etched his features as he openly raked his eyes over Sirius's frame.
"Umm actually, I'm a little bored of hearing you talk… (no I'm not I could listen to you talk forever)…so if you don't mind, could you hold that thought, and I'll be with you in a moment" he offered placing two cool fingers over Ollie's lips just as the other man made to speak, a shudder rippling through him at the contact which he was quick to play off as disgust. He quickly drew back his hand with an "ugh", looking at it before proceeding to wipe it on Ollie's shoulder.
"Well if you'll excuse me as much as I do enjoy your oh so adorable stuttering, I've got a brooding counter part that needs attending to and it seems Sirius has acquired a delectable tan which does his complexion unimaginable justice and just screams to be noticed. Sooo, like I said, hold that thought" he purred with a wink to Ollie before turning in his chair just in time to catch the brunt of Chaz's scowl, a pout forming on his lips in return as he shrugged his shoulders apologetically and mouthed "I'm sorry" only to receive another scowl as he rolled his eyes, glancing to the teacher then over to Ollie. "Come on" he mouthed before pointing to Ollie and miming the "he talks to much" sign with his hand, then proceeding to mime hanging himself with an imaginary noose, to which Chaz didn't smile. Arthur pouted his lip further, before pulling the corners of his own mouth up into a smile, placing his hands in front of him and silently pleading, to which Chaz managed to crack his own grin.
"See there you go" he offered out loud, his own smile on his face as he winked at Chaz. He turned his attention to Sirius as he leaned his weight to one side of the chair, tipping it on two legs across the aisle as he came to rest with his arms on Sirius' desk. Looking at Sirius' feet rested on top of the table (to which he noted their teacher had mentioned nothing), he absentmindedly began playing with the shoe laces.
"So Gryffin, I couldn't help notice that creamy brown you have going on. Very sexy, must say, especially since I hadn't realized someone so pale could tan. What is it? Mediterranean/ Caribbean…. No, they have a more of a direct tanning process; this is more foreign south of the border sex on legs…. Cancun perhaps?" he purred, tracing his fingers up the top of his chuck and a slight ways up his leg, biting his lip in toying seduction "Anyway, it looks absolutely incredible on you. Although…Personally I think I would look MUCH better on you myself, but that's just my opinion" he mused, flicking a quick glance to Chaz before looking back to Sirius and reaching up with his free hand, brushing some of the hair back from his eyes letting it run delicately down his cheek as he shuddered lightly.
"Mmm" he bit out, biting his lip as he looked to Chaz then over his shoulder to Ollie, before bringing his glance back to Sirius once again.
"I must say I had no idea you liked me so much, what with arranging it so that I was in between the three hottest guys in school…Chaz being the hottest of course, heh, not to mention right next to you… And here I thought you hated me all these years yet here we are closer then ever and for a whole term, this could only be your doing" he mused.
Just as a look of realization and horror passed over Chaz's features and he turned accusingly to Sirius "You set this up somehow" he hissed, quite sure of himself and glowering at the snickering friends of his arch enemy "What's your plan? Do you think you're going to get a free ride through this course with your favourite loser? You're unbelievable Gryffin! Well just because your brains aren't as well developed as your looks, I'm not going to let you take me down with you!" Chaz had met the other teen's deep grey eyes with a scowl. "In fact I really suggest you find a new torture subject, I'm sure there's bound to be some hopeless freak-show just as socially deprived as me for you to bag on".
It was going to be a long year.