A/N- Ok, be nice, this is my first faculty fic. It's also my first attempt
at slash. I don't own any characters, and this can be proved by the fact
that if I owned Zeke or Casey I'd be doing something seven times more
productive (and pleasurable) than writing this. Please Read and Review. It
helps my ego. Ok, Go-
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"Guaranteed to jack you up." Casey heard Zeke say. He was huddled in the corner of the bathroom stall, with a bloody nose, a black eye, and numerous damages to his pride. It was ironic, he thought to himself, Zeke was a drug dealer.but he was a pretty decent guy. He respected Casey's space instead of stomping all over it, like the football players. When he heard the doors to the bathroom open and then shut again, she stepped out of the stall and was surprised to find Zeke still standing there. Ignoring him, Casey stepped up to the sink and turned on the water.
Zeke looked at Casey. Normally he would just ignore him and leave, but today Casey looked horrible.
"God, Casey, are you alright?" He asked, taking a cautious step toward him. Casey just nodded, so Zeke turned and left, from lack of anything else to say.
Walking down the hall, Zeke saw Miss. Burke coming towards him. He swore under his breath and slipped into the nearest empty classroom. Unfortunately, she had seen him and stepped in after him, closing the door behind her.
"Zeke. don't you have class to attend to?" She asked him, with an air of authority. Zeke put on his best cocky smirk.
"Yes, well, you know me, Miss. Burke, I'm not really in the mood for class. It would just hurt me, anyway." He told her, sinking down into a desk. Miss. Burke raised her eyebrows.
"And how would it do that?" She asked him, shakily. Zeke thought it was funny, but sad. He intimidated her.
"Well, once I fully realize how much smarter I am than all the teachers, I'll lose all my respect for authority." Zeke told her, standing up and walking closer to her. She backed up away from him until she was flat against the chalkboard.
"Respect? Like you ever had any in the first place. You're just an arrogant little jerk, and you need to learn."
"Need to learn what, Miss. Burke?" Zeke asked her softly, stepping up to her so that his face was inches away from hers. She tried to back up further, but found that she couldn't. Zeke noticed her breathing get shallow. When she didn't answer him, Zeke smiled.
"Get away from me." Miss. Burke whispered vehemently, turning her head so that she wasn't looking into his piercing eyes.
"Oh, but you don't want me to. I can tell. You, Miss. Burke, are just dying to be touched, to be loved." Zeke said softly, running a hand up her thigh. Her breath caught in her throat as Zeke's hand reached her waist.
"Just tell me what you want me to do." Zeke whispered, as he leaned in and played his lips softly over hers, questioning her, inviting her. The look in her eyes was intoxicating, anticipation and need, mixed with fear. Zeke pulled away and watched her reaction, as her brought his fingers up to gently play with her nipple through her soft blouse. Her eyes widened, and Zeke saw a look of longing, before her eyes got narrow, and she pushed him away.
"Don't touch me." Miss. Burke hissed at him. Zeke threw his hands up in defeat, and stepped back.
"Whatever you say." He said, grinning. Miss. Burke stood up away from the wall and walked hurriedly towards the classroom door.
"Oh, Miss. Burke?" Zeke called after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned to him. He stepped up to the door, and placed a soft kiss of her cheek.
"You might want to catch your breath before you go out there." He told her, turning the doorknob and walking out of the room with a content smile.
Delilah watched Zeke leave the classroom from around the corner. A few minutes later she watched Miss. Burke do the same.
"Bingo." She whispered. Casey looked up from his book.
"Huh?" He asked, looking at her.
"I've got our story, Casey." She told him, nodding towards Miss. Burke. Casey looked confused.
"How is that a story?"
"A few minutes before Zeke came sauntering out of that room, and the pictures I've got of that are going to make the biggest splash in school paper history. 'Student and Teacher step into empty classroom during school hours for little 'Tutoring''" Delilah declared. Casey shook his head.
"You've got no proof. No pictures of them together. Don't destroy Miss. Burke's reputation. She's a great teacher." Casey started.
"Oh, Casey," Delilah said, sounding exasperated, "If you want to be a good journalist, you can't always stop and consider everyone's feelings. And by the way, you look awful." With that, Delilah ran off down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Casey called, shoving his books into his bag and running after her.
"To get my proof.I'm gonna interview Zeke." She yelled back.
They caught up with Zeke in the parking lot. He was opening the trunk of his car, and sorting through things.
"Can I help you two?" Zeke asked, looking up over the trunk hood. Delilah smiled at him.
"I hope so." She told him, walking around to the back of the car. Casey followed reluctantly. Zeke crossed his arms and smiled at her curiously.
"What we're looking for is information. About you. And about Miss. Burke." Delilah revealed, smiling. Zeke nodded in satisfaction.
"Aha. I knew it was something like that. Well, I usually don't reveal that kind of information, but for you, Delilah.I take pleasure in not revealing that information." He replied, before turning and busying himself with something in the trunk. Casey peered in. Empty pen cases, and pens filled with white powder were everywhere. Some magazines and tapes, boxes and boxes of different sorts of over the counter drugs. Casey even spotted a few boxes of cherry flavored condoms. Zeke watched him blush, and turn away.
"See anything you like?" Zeke asked Casey, with that cocky smile playing at the corner of his lips. Casey blushed even harder. Delilah's flirty smile turned to a look of impatience.
"Look, Zeke, tell us what's going on between Miss. Burke. It won't hurt you at all, and you and I both know that you don't give a shit about Miss. Burke. You've got nothing to lose." Zeke shook his head, and slammed the trunk closed.
"I just enjoy watching you beg." Zeke told her, walking to the front door of his car. Delilah rolled her eyes.
"You want me to beg?" She asked him, as he got into the car behind the wheel. Zeke smiled.
"Yeah." He said, shutting the car door and lighting a cigarette. Delilah stuck her head in the car window.
"Zeke, please, please, please tell me. If you do, I'll." Casey shifted on his feet uncomfortably, and looked away, as Delilah whispered in Zeke's ear. Casey was used to Delilah's bargaining tactics, and they usually worked. But to his surprise, when Delilah turned away, Zeke smiled cockily.
"No thanks, Delilah." He told her. She let out a frustrated screech and slammed her fist into the car. Zeke noticed Casey standing there, and felt bad for him. He had to spend the whole day with Delilah, and he looked pretty uncomfortable. The poor guy, he spent his whole day getting picked on and then his after school time with her. He looked like he needed some stress release. He'd probably never even gotten laid. Casey was a decent person, but he was such a dork. Zeke took another drag of his cigarette.
"See you around, Delilah. And maybe I'll take you up on that offer some other time." He said, turning the key in the ignition.
"Zeke, wait. Come on. Just give us something. In the name of finding the truth." Delilah argued. Zeke threw his cigarette out the window.
"Delilah, if I thought for even one minute that you were looking for the truth, I would gladly give you all the details. But, alas, you are a cheerleading bitch who wants to suck the life from other people. But." Zeke trailed off.
"But.?" Delilah coaxed.
"But Casey, however, I believe has true intentions. If you want this story, I'll give it.to Casey." Zeke finished. Casey looked up at the mention of his name. Delilah turned to him.
"No." He said, shaking his head. Delilah stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.
"Please, Casey? For me.For the name of truth?" Casey sighed. He knew that if he didn't get Delilah this story, she'd never let him forget it. And he didn't need that.
"Fine." He agreed, rolling his eyes. Delilah threw her arms around him.
"Casey, I love you. You are a true journalist." She declared, "Meet me tomorrow morning at the office. See ya!" With that, Delilah skipped off towards the school.
"Get in." Zeke told him, putting the car in reverse.
"Where are we going?" Casey asked, confused.
"You want the interview or not?" Zeke asked him, motioning towards the passenger side. Casey sighed, and got in the car, just as Zeke slammed on the gas and roared out of the parking lot.
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"Guaranteed to jack you up." Casey heard Zeke say. He was huddled in the corner of the bathroom stall, with a bloody nose, a black eye, and numerous damages to his pride. It was ironic, he thought to himself, Zeke was a drug dealer.but he was a pretty decent guy. He respected Casey's space instead of stomping all over it, like the football players. When he heard the doors to the bathroom open and then shut again, she stepped out of the stall and was surprised to find Zeke still standing there. Ignoring him, Casey stepped up to the sink and turned on the water.
Zeke looked at Casey. Normally he would just ignore him and leave, but today Casey looked horrible.
"God, Casey, are you alright?" He asked, taking a cautious step toward him. Casey just nodded, so Zeke turned and left, from lack of anything else to say.
Walking down the hall, Zeke saw Miss. Burke coming towards him. He swore under his breath and slipped into the nearest empty classroom. Unfortunately, she had seen him and stepped in after him, closing the door behind her.
"Zeke. don't you have class to attend to?" She asked him, with an air of authority. Zeke put on his best cocky smirk.
"Yes, well, you know me, Miss. Burke, I'm not really in the mood for class. It would just hurt me, anyway." He told her, sinking down into a desk. Miss. Burke raised her eyebrows.
"And how would it do that?" She asked him, shakily. Zeke thought it was funny, but sad. He intimidated her.
"Well, once I fully realize how much smarter I am than all the teachers, I'll lose all my respect for authority." Zeke told her, standing up and walking closer to her. She backed up away from him until she was flat against the chalkboard.
"Respect? Like you ever had any in the first place. You're just an arrogant little jerk, and you need to learn."
"Need to learn what, Miss. Burke?" Zeke asked her softly, stepping up to her so that his face was inches away from hers. She tried to back up further, but found that she couldn't. Zeke noticed her breathing get shallow. When she didn't answer him, Zeke smiled.
"Get away from me." Miss. Burke whispered vehemently, turning her head so that she wasn't looking into his piercing eyes.
"Oh, but you don't want me to. I can tell. You, Miss. Burke, are just dying to be touched, to be loved." Zeke said softly, running a hand up her thigh. Her breath caught in her throat as Zeke's hand reached her waist.
"Just tell me what you want me to do." Zeke whispered, as he leaned in and played his lips softly over hers, questioning her, inviting her. The look in her eyes was intoxicating, anticipation and need, mixed with fear. Zeke pulled away and watched her reaction, as her brought his fingers up to gently play with her nipple through her soft blouse. Her eyes widened, and Zeke saw a look of longing, before her eyes got narrow, and she pushed him away.
"Don't touch me." Miss. Burke hissed at him. Zeke threw his hands up in defeat, and stepped back.
"Whatever you say." He said, grinning. Miss. Burke stood up away from the wall and walked hurriedly towards the classroom door.
"Oh, Miss. Burke?" Zeke called after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned to him. He stepped up to the door, and placed a soft kiss of her cheek.
"You might want to catch your breath before you go out there." He told her, turning the doorknob and walking out of the room with a content smile.
Delilah watched Zeke leave the classroom from around the corner. A few minutes later she watched Miss. Burke do the same.
"Bingo." She whispered. Casey looked up from his book.
"Huh?" He asked, looking at her.
"I've got our story, Casey." She told him, nodding towards Miss. Burke. Casey looked confused.
"How is that a story?"
"A few minutes before Zeke came sauntering out of that room, and the pictures I've got of that are going to make the biggest splash in school paper history. 'Student and Teacher step into empty classroom during school hours for little 'Tutoring''" Delilah declared. Casey shook his head.
"You've got no proof. No pictures of them together. Don't destroy Miss. Burke's reputation. She's a great teacher." Casey started.
"Oh, Casey," Delilah said, sounding exasperated, "If you want to be a good journalist, you can't always stop and consider everyone's feelings. And by the way, you look awful." With that, Delilah ran off down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Casey called, shoving his books into his bag and running after her.
"To get my proof.I'm gonna interview Zeke." She yelled back.
They caught up with Zeke in the parking lot. He was opening the trunk of his car, and sorting through things.
"Can I help you two?" Zeke asked, looking up over the trunk hood. Delilah smiled at him.
"I hope so." She told him, walking around to the back of the car. Casey followed reluctantly. Zeke crossed his arms and smiled at her curiously.
"What we're looking for is information. About you. And about Miss. Burke." Delilah revealed, smiling. Zeke nodded in satisfaction.
"Aha. I knew it was something like that. Well, I usually don't reveal that kind of information, but for you, Delilah.I take pleasure in not revealing that information." He replied, before turning and busying himself with something in the trunk. Casey peered in. Empty pen cases, and pens filled with white powder were everywhere. Some magazines and tapes, boxes and boxes of different sorts of over the counter drugs. Casey even spotted a few boxes of cherry flavored condoms. Zeke watched him blush, and turn away.
"See anything you like?" Zeke asked Casey, with that cocky smile playing at the corner of his lips. Casey blushed even harder. Delilah's flirty smile turned to a look of impatience.
"Look, Zeke, tell us what's going on between Miss. Burke. It won't hurt you at all, and you and I both know that you don't give a shit about Miss. Burke. You've got nothing to lose." Zeke shook his head, and slammed the trunk closed.
"I just enjoy watching you beg." Zeke told her, walking to the front door of his car. Delilah rolled her eyes.
"You want me to beg?" She asked him, as he got into the car behind the wheel. Zeke smiled.
"Yeah." He said, shutting the car door and lighting a cigarette. Delilah stuck her head in the car window.
"Zeke, please, please, please tell me. If you do, I'll." Casey shifted on his feet uncomfortably, and looked away, as Delilah whispered in Zeke's ear. Casey was used to Delilah's bargaining tactics, and they usually worked. But to his surprise, when Delilah turned away, Zeke smiled cockily.
"No thanks, Delilah." He told her. She let out a frustrated screech and slammed her fist into the car. Zeke noticed Casey standing there, and felt bad for him. He had to spend the whole day with Delilah, and he looked pretty uncomfortable. The poor guy, he spent his whole day getting picked on and then his after school time with her. He looked like he needed some stress release. He'd probably never even gotten laid. Casey was a decent person, but he was such a dork. Zeke took another drag of his cigarette.
"See you around, Delilah. And maybe I'll take you up on that offer some other time." He said, turning the key in the ignition.
"Zeke, wait. Come on. Just give us something. In the name of finding the truth." Delilah argued. Zeke threw his cigarette out the window.
"Delilah, if I thought for even one minute that you were looking for the truth, I would gladly give you all the details. But, alas, you are a cheerleading bitch who wants to suck the life from other people. But." Zeke trailed off.
"But.?" Delilah coaxed.
"But Casey, however, I believe has true intentions. If you want this story, I'll give it.to Casey." Zeke finished. Casey looked up at the mention of his name. Delilah turned to him.
"No." He said, shaking his head. Delilah stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.
"Please, Casey? For me.For the name of truth?" Casey sighed. He knew that if he didn't get Delilah this story, she'd never let him forget it. And he didn't need that.
"Fine." He agreed, rolling his eyes. Delilah threw her arms around him.
"Casey, I love you. You are a true journalist." She declared, "Meet me tomorrow morning at the office. See ya!" With that, Delilah skipped off towards the school.
"Get in." Zeke told him, putting the car in reverse.
"Where are we going?" Casey asked, confused.
"You want the interview or not?" Zeke asked him, motioning towards the passenger side. Casey sighed, and got in the car, just as Zeke slammed on the gas and roared out of the parking lot.
