The following story is created by the two author accounts FluffyTigerB and xXRhymeXx.
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~Fun with GSO~
It had been a week and a half since Chris had moved there and he was drop. Dead. Tired. Between the mountain of homework he was given ((mostly by Mr. Wesker)) and his stupid homo sexual cheer practice, there just didn't seem like there was time to sleep. Aunt Laura said that maybe he should take a day off from school today before he left, but knowing Mr. Wesker, Chris would have two 5,000 page essays due the next day. Sadly, the brunette had to reject his aunt's offer and he left for school. That, of course, happened 3 hours ago and Chris wanted to go home and take the offer his aunt gave.
"Stop slackin'!" Coach Everhart yelled and tweeted his insanely annoying whistle. Chris groaned and began jogging around the rectangular gym. He and the other students had been jogging without rest for what felt like forever.
"Tired already Chris?" a female voice asked from next to him. He glaced sideways to see a slender brunette girl jogging at his same pace next to him. Jill Valentine, one of his new friends since he arrived, was an extremely guarded person. She always seemed to observe and strategize every game they played in gym. Chris learned quickly that she was the person he wanted to be teamed up with during games. She wasn't one to lose very often.
"Psshh. Naw." He replied tracing his voice with amusement. "I haven't been sleeping well at all lately. I could probably kick your ass in running if I was rested enough."
"Hah!" She exclaimed with a sharp laugh. Chris could see her short brown hair bob back and forth from the rhythm of her foot falls. "Only in your dreams."
Chris chuckled. "I guess I dream often." The brunette male knew that Jill could beat him, but it never stopped his bantering.
Suddenly there was a sharp 'tweet!' and the two brunettes slowed and stopped along with everyone else.
"Good work today everyone!" Coach Everhart yelled. "Now go get changed!"
Chris felt a punch hit his shoulder lightly. He turned to face Jill who was smirking. Her eyes glowing with challenge.
"Next time you should wake up so we can have a race." She jittered happily.
Chris gave a slight nod and smiled. "You're on." Chris watched her slim figure turn and walk toward the gym door toward the locker rooms.
"Knock it off Romeo." one of the more lankier students hissed as he passed. "She's out of your league." Chris glared at the boy and dared him to say something else with his eyes. The boy got the message and darted off towards the boys' locker room.
We're just friends. Chris sighed inwardly. So everyone should just quit it with their stupid gossip.
Lately, for the past few days, many students who saw he and Jill together, kept pestering them about them going out. Not that Chris would mind going out with such a cool person... He just wanted to stay friends for now. Get settled down a little bit more before he started dating.
Chris shook his head and cleared his thoughts. Stop day dreaming and go get ready for hell.
:: ::
"Mr. Wesker?" The brunette shot his hand up into the air suddenly cutting off whatever his blonde teacher was saying.
"Christopher, if I may ask, what the bloody hell is wrong with you?" The blonde half snarled. "It seems you can't go five minutes without asking some absurd question."
"I know, I know and I'm sorry but this one seemed really important."
Mr. Wesker growled in annoyance and some students giggled.
"Fine. This had better be your last question though. You are wearing down my patience." Chris nodded at the words eagerly as if to agree that this was the last question.
"Okay so I was thinking to when I first came to your class how you told me not to call you 'Albert'." Chris couldn't tell physically that he was in a danger zone ((Because of Mr. Wesker's blank expression and aviators)), but he could feel the warning sign through the atmosphere. The high tension telling him that Mr. Wesker's first name was completely off limits.
"What about it?" Mr. Wesker asked with a dark curious tone.
"Well, er, I was wondering why exactly you hate being called 'Albert'."
Mr. Wesker was silent for a moment and Chris feared that he was about to be strangled, but soon the blonde answered and Chris let out a small breath.
"I believe you have Ms. Gionne as teacher, correct?"
"Yeah... So?"
"Then I believe you have an answer." More giggles errupted through the classroom as everyone finally understood what he meant.
Chris rolled his eyes. "I'm sure at one point you were okay with being called Albert...?" He tried again.
"Christopher, you already asked your question." The blonde teacher hissed. "Would you prefer to be taught a lesson in detention?"
"You can't do that to me." The brunette smirked. "After all, I have 'practice' today."
Mr. Wesker took off his glasses ((which was a rare thing)) and shot Chris a glare.
"You... Are you trying to make me angry?" Chris could see the threat in Mr. Wesker's eyes, but Chris didn't look away.
"No. I'm just trying to make your job harder than is should be." Chris responded with a hint of sarcasm.
"Detention." Mr. Wesker snarled as he slammed a hand on the dry erase board. "I'll make sure that it doesn't get in the way of your 'oh-so-loved' practice. Today after practice, you are to show up here."
"That's bull! What did I do?" Chris yelled.
"Don't you even dare try to act innocent! You should think before you act, Christopher!" Mr. Wesker strided over to his own desk as he put his glasses back on. Chris could faintly hear him mutter something about "incompetent children these days".
"I hope everyone has a fun time with your 4 five paragraph essays due next class, and it's all thanks to dear little Christopher here." Mr. Wesker stated as he walked over and dropped a detention form on Chris' desk. "Think before you act." The blonde whispered harshly before walking to the front and continuing the lecture.
:: ::
Chris was tired after all the failed cartwheels and hands stands during practice, and it didn't help that he now had a detention after school instead of going home. He took out his cell phone as he walked down the hallway and sent a quick text to Aunt Laura telling her that he'd be late for dinner.
After winding through the halls for a few minutes he arrived at his History class. The light was on in the classroom and he sighed before opening the door and entering.
"You're late." A slight accented voice stated.
The voice of the Devil. Chris sighed. "I'm sorry that the tight outfit we have to wear at practice takes a while to get off."
The blonde teacher gave a sharp laugh. "About that... The senseless Vice Principal we have has complained about the chosen outfits. Part of the reason you're here today is to try on the new ones."
"Hah?" Chris twitched. "I don't want to wear those faggot clothes!"
Mr. Wesker walked closer and grabbed Chris by his chin.
"Watch you language. You're still in the presence of a teacher." Mr. Wesker smirked as he turned away and grabbed a box by his desk.
"Try these on." The blonde barked as he took clothing out of the bag and tossed it to Chris.
The brunette reached up and caught it with no effort. The material was leather, no doubt.
"What the..." He unbunched the fabric to reveal black leather pants and leather straps. "Where did you get these?" Disbelief colored the brunette's voice as he shot a glance at his teacher.
"Hm? Well, I found a site that sold Gay Striper Outfits for a cheap price and decided that you guys could wear them. The clothes will give us a lot more viewers, mostly girls, for the game that's coming up."
"That's... not wierd? Anyway I'll be back then."
"And where do you think you're going?" The teacher asked.
"To the bathroom? To change?" Chris furrowed his brow as he stared at Mr. Wesker's blank expression.
"No need. You can change here. There are no cameras and nobody else here. You can just change in the corner."
"Uh, no thanks I think I'll just-"
"Change here or 3 more days of detention." Mr. Wesker smirked as he watched Chris.
"Isn't this sexual harrassment?" The brunette asked cautiously.
"Depending on how you look at it then yes, but I just want to get this over with as soon as possible. Now hurry up and change."
Chris shot a glare at the teacher before giving up and walking to the corner of the room. He just started to take off his shirt when the light went out.
"Er... Can you turn that back on?"
"It's fine." The blonde soothed. "I'm just giving you more privacy."
"Oh, uh, thanks..." He continued to strip and soon pulled the leather on. "My first time wearing leather pants... Look good?" Chris turned around and shot a pose. One hand on the back of his head and the other on his hip.
"Yes, yes. You're very much suited to be a gay striper in the future." The blonde gave a sharp laugh and walked towards Chris, closing the space between them quickly. He snatched the straps and arranged them on Chris' chest so that they criss-crossed over each other.
"Oh thanks. I wasn't sure how they went. Hmmm, this outfit reminds me of some badass warrior dude." Chris grinned.
"More like a homo warrior." Mr. Wesker chuckled, sounding overly pleased. "This will attract some of the girls' attention."
Chris hadn't noticed before but Mr. Wesker seemed to be actually smiling. A true and genuine smile.
Of course... He's in love with other's pain and discomfort.
"I was just wondering," Chris started, focused on trying to figure the question out himself. "Why do you hate me? I mean you always call me out in history and stuff." Mr. Wesker pursed his lips at the question.
"It's not neccessarily 'hate'. It's more of an 'I'm bored and want something to do' thing. I purely do it because it's amusing."
Chris shot a glare. "It's not really amusing to me! It makes me feel like I'm stupid or something. I don't want to be treated like that."
"I see..." The teacher stated then took a few steps closer to the brunette. Chris backed away instinctly and soon hit a wall. Mr. Wesker just walked closer and soon they were almost chest-to-chest. The only thing that seperated them was Mr. Wesker's hand that reached out and trailed across Chris' stomach. Chris shuddered and shot a hand out to grab his teacher's shoulder. More to steady himself than to push him away. "I suppose I have to treat you another way then." The teacher smirked as he leaned in close, his breath making Chris' skin tingle.
"Wha- What are you doing?" Chris panicked as he tried to push Mr. Wesker away. The man, of course, was much stronger and ignored the brunette. He leaned in and brushed his lips on the side of Chris' neck.
Suddenly Chris felt the man's lips part and a tongue crawled over his jugular vein. The brunette gasped as a sudden sucking sensation occured.
"S-... D-don't." Mr. Wesker's other hand lifted and clamped over Chris' mouth as he continued his sucking and nibbling.
Chris let out muffled moans and tried to push the man away, but soon gave up after a few tries and tried to focus on something else.
The hand and mouth released him then and Chris slid to the floor.
"I hope you enjoyed your new 'treatment'." The blonde chuckled. "Be sure to put the new outfit back in the box." He gave a half wave without looking back as he turned on the lights and walked out the door.
What... Just happened? Chris sat there for a few moments. Then got up in a hurry he quickly changed back into his own clothes and threw the leather outfit on Mr. Wesker's desk. Damn him. Chris growled. Fucking homo teacher. This means war...
:: ::
Aunt Laura met him at the door and hurried him inside.
"Oh my," She spoke hesitantly. "It's getting chilly now, isn't it? Winter is definitely around the corner."
"Mhmm." Chris sighed. His mind was still on what happened earlier. Aunt Laura only smiled and walked off to the kitchen probably to fix dinner for him.
"Chris!" A girl's voice cried. He looked towards the stairs to see his sister.
"Claire! How're you?" He smiled as he picked her up in a hug.
"Good. Oh yeah my bully of a teacher Mr. Holler told me my drawing sucks... I tried to draw a fish but he said it was a fat, ugly fish! You should go beat him up!" She stuck out her lower lip slightly in an atempt to pout. Chris only chuckled.
"You know,I have a bully teacher too. You just need to act brave and tell them to piss off. Maybe not that part though." He smiled reassuringly. Claire didn't pay attention to the statement but was staring a Chris' throat, eyes wide.
"Did your bully teacher do that to you?" She exclaimed.
"What?" Chris scowled and put the girl down. "What are you talking about?" She pointed toward the mirror in the hall without a sound. He slowly walked over to it and observed the image displayed. His eyes went wide in the same kind of way as Claire's. In the reflection he saw himself normally but the new thing was a huge red mark on the side of his neck.
A hickey.
DAMN HIM! He screamed inwardly. Aunt Laura must have noticed! He kept his composure as he turned to Claire, who was standing next to him.
"No, no. My bully teacher didn't do this to me." He soothed her. "Don't tell Aunt Laura about this okay?" She was silent for a few moments before answering.
"Okay, if you say so."
Chris couldn't help but to ruffle her hair. He smiled at her and walked up the stairs to his room.
"I think I prefer being treated stupidly..." He muttered as he tried to find something to cover his curse mark.
Author's Note: Sorry, xXRhymeXx here! I didn't get the chance to write this as fast as I wanted because of school work and such. Anyway, "GSO" in the title was supposed to be "Gay Striper Outfit" although it didn't really have much to do with the outfit... Don't judge. Anyway I thank all our lovelies for continuing to read this! -huggles-
