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I redid the last chapter!
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Chapter 2
"Morning Martha." He greeted the head office lady.
Martha was a large lady who seemed to always wear floral shirts, and always had her brown hair up in a bun. Her green eyes sparkled behind her round glasses, her thin lips sporting pink lip-stick.
The lady at the desk beamed, turning in her chair, "Good morning Spencer, have you finished those assignments yet? I need the marks. Reports go out in a few months."
Spencer shook his head, proceeding to sign in with a chuckle, "A few more to go."
He wandered around the office, copying the worksheets he needed to and planning what equipment he was allowed to use and when. They were chatting the entire time, the lady's laughter echoing around the usually quiet office area.
"Oh! Spencer, you really ought to find a girlfriend. I can't have you sitting around working all the time." Spencer smiled slightly, and shook his head, about to speak to be cut off, "Which reminds me, there was a man ringing to find you this morning too. I only remembered now. He said to call, and that his name was Tala. Funny name for a boy, I always thought it was a girl's..."
The blonde waved his goodbye as the phone rang, the woman's hand shooting for it, the school's name and her own rolling off her tongue mechanically.
The school was practically empty at seven-thirty in the morning, and the maths staff room was his for another half an hour before any other teachers showed up. Spencer dropped his bag near his desk, sighing as he practically fell into his chair.
The office area was the size of three classrooms and was the head quarters for the 10 HSIE, Mathematics and teacher's aid teachers. It was crowded, and you couldn't look anywhere and not see a worksheet or permission slip. Spencer's desk was one of the more tidier ones, but was still swamped with paper work.
He frowned when he noticed another assignment sitting on top. "Late again Rhidwan." He muttered, scanning the three sheets of paper, frowning at the untidy writing and spelling errors, a sure sign that it was done within the lunch time of the day before.
Spencer decided to ring Tala before he started anything, knowing it was going to be a week if he didn't. When his cell phone was nestled comfortably between his cheek and shoulder as he dug around his bag, hoping to find his small pencil case.
"Hello?"
"Tala, it's Spencer."
"You haven't gotten any phone calls you hadn't been expecting have you?" Spencer frowned at the question, the red-head's voice ringing through the phone as he yelled at Ian.
"No. Why?"
"No reason, but I'd like it if you messaged me when you did. Alright?" Spencer didn't know what Tala meant when he said 'unexpected', but agreed anyway. They'd then settled for chatting about the upcoming get together Tala and Kai were planning, hoping that he could find the time for it.
"Ten o'clock on Saturday?"
"Yeah, Nadja's coming and Ian's bringing Ming Ming. Kai's already decided to skip the other teams, not that I mind, I think us Blitzkreig Boys need to get together properly, without other teams."
Spencer nodded in agreement. They'd never really been close to the other teams anyway, except team BEGA, through Ming Ming. He preffered talking to Moses, than the small super start himself. They said good bye and Spencer turned to the clock. The others would be there in ten minutes.
o0o0o
Bryan was surprised to find his eyes drawn to the phone number currently stuck on the fridge.
He'd tried to call several times the night before, hoping that he'd talk to Spencer, before he reached the last number and quickly slammed the phone down. Of course, he wasn't proud of his cowardice, and that's what both himself and Tala called it, but he couldn't seem to press the last number.
It had seemed that since Bryan left, he'd lost all his nerve when it came to his boyfriend, which is exactly what the man called Spencer. He'd wanted to ring Spencer a few years, namely right after Yahlia was born, but had simply not had enough courage to do so.
"I don't my daughter to be pushed away by her father." He'd said a few months later.
Yahlia had left for school half-an-hour before, and Bryan was stuck trying to get all their stuff out of the boxes and into a suitable place in the room. He'd managed to make the kitchen look like a kitchen, after filling the cupboards, and the fridge with enough food to last them until the end of the week. Their dining room table was also where he liked it, though he could feel himself wanting to redecorate already.
He was unpacking a few of Yahlia's many books when he'd heard the door bell ring, taking his time in putting them away and answering it.
He practically crawled to the door, cringing when he heard the door bell again – a shrill ding, that could make anyone's head split – and glared through the little peep hole in the center of the door.
To Bryan's relief he saw no-one, but knowing better than to just turn away, opened the door and snuck a glance outside. He then heard a low voice hiss in his ear, making him freeze before finally jumping frantically back, "I am going to strangle you."
o0o0o
Spencer had never felt so relieved after the end of class, than what he felt now. He felt like that every time he finished a class with his 7D class. Many people asked him why after they saw them, though the class had always had a few people in it, instead of the 27 students there were supposed to be.
It was simple.
They didn't learn anything, they talked all the time, they swore fluently (some in more than one language) and the only way he could get their attention was by using the technique that Boris had taught him: fear.
Spencer didn't enjoy using this technique, but if needed, he could pull it off and feel somewhat pleased with himself. He quickly dismissed the feeling.
Many of the teachers in the staffroom giggled, chuckled or snickered when told by passers-by of Spencer's antics and the scarily great results. They always asked how he became so good at it.
The slim, tall lady made a dramatic gesture, "I swear, I can't stand them! Maybe you ought to teach us all how you do it?" She inclined a thin eyebrow.
Spencer shook his head, "Afraid not." He said, taking a bite out of his sandwich, savouring the ham on it, "Can't say I actually know what makes them listen."
Many of the teachers chuckled and shook their heads, reaching for the many chocolate and coffee flavoured biscuits sitting on the silver plate, in the middle of the table in front of them, before sipping the coffee and tea they'd made.
They then went to talking amongst themselves, nibbling - or in some teacher's cases devouring – their lunches. Spencer had practically finished his sandwich when he was signaled by Martha, "Phone." She mouthed, greeting one of the newer student-teachers.
Spencer threw the last few bites of his sandwich away, waving a quiet goodbye to his colleagues before stomping into the front office. He was quickly directed to the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi…" It was a meek response, but it caused Spencer to go rigid, shocking and worrying the few ladies that worked in the office with his shocked expression.
Spencer couldn't believe it! He… He, just… couldn't! The voice, he knew it too well as his Bryan's but…
Spencer had always found himself to be one of those people that didn't feel the need to swear. But the thought registering in his brain seemed to want to chuck one in between every second and third word, registering both his shock and anger.
What the fuck did Bryan want?
"Are you… alright?"
Spencer nodded to himself, answering in a slightly higher voice as he fell heavily in a chair, "Yeah… Yeah, fantastic." He ignored the worried glances and looks, mainly those shot at him by Martha and one of the two deputy principles, Miss Judy. "I, ah…"
"It's lunch now right?"
He nodded dumbly, "Yeah, recess."
"I just wanted you to meet you sometime." Bryan's voice seemed to have gained a bit of confidence, but was still very quiet.
"Yeah?"
"Um… How about on Frida- Ow! Fuck off, I'm trying to talk!" Spencer blinked as he heard the louder bits of a very slight fight, "Tonight?"
He nodded again, "I'm – I'm,"
Bryan quickly cut him off, "If you're busy we can make it later this week, or next week."
"No, tonight's fine." He was still nodding, still having trouble processing all of his thoughts, but his ability was slowing coming back and his eyes narrowed as he noticed the hesitance in Bryan's voice.
"Alright, um…" There was a bit of mumbling on the phone, "I'll meet you this afternoon after class and yeah, I'll meet you in your classroom. You have a class after lunch?" Another series of nods, another yes, "Alright, I guess I'll see you then. Bye."
"Bye." Then he hung up.
"Spencer are you alright?"
Spencer nodded, "I feel as if I want to crush something into tiny bits." The comment earned a few more worried glances, and a few whispered worries. Spencer ignored them, resting his head in his hands before practically jumping up, "I… Need a walk!"
He then took off, practically jogging out to the front of the school and down to the car park, Martha waddling closely behind him.
o0o0o
Tala sighed as he dialed the number. He'd practically had to sit on Bryan and dial the number for him and ask for Spencer when the lady had picked up the phone, but it had gone… ok. He'd been listening through the second phone, and had been extremely surprised and somewhat angry with the way Bryan had wanted to draw out meeting Spencer. How dare he prolong Spencer's wait!
Of course, not that he could blame him. There was bound to be fireworks when they did meet that afternoon, Bryan's awkwardness and desire to curl up into a little ball and blow away promised it. He knew that Spencer would want answers right away too.
"Yallo?"
"Hello Yahlia, not in class are you?"
He heard the whispered questions of a few teenaged girls, "No, no, uncle Tala, just eating lunch."
"That's nice." He said, sitting up in his car, "Listen, your father needs to go somewhere this afternoon and wants you to come over to our place alright?"
She answered hesitantly, "Alright."
"Good. I'll pick you up after school, I'll be at the front." He smirked, "Don't take forever like your father, I really need to make sure I can let Ian in, he's coming over."
"Really?" The girl exclaimed.
He chuckled, "Yeah, but I have to go, see you."
"Bye bye, uncle." He smiled and said good bye again, before hanging up. Practically glaring over at Bryan, who was sitting like a statue on the lounge. "You have only yourself to blame." He said icily.
Bryan nodded, though Tala knew Bryan thought he had an excuse.
"Are you going to speak?"
Bryan shook his head.
"I suggest you tell Spencer everthing this afternoon."
Bryan stared ahead of him.
Tala sighed, "Do you want some coffee?"
Bryan nodded.
o0o0o
Spencer had been surprised to have Martha find him, and had hidden it well despite his obvious awkwardness. He'd eventually sat down on a seat in a small park a few metres away from the school's lower car park. She'd sat down on the seat beside him, resting a hand comfortingly on his arm as he stared into space.
She'd asked what was wrong and he'd answered, telling her the entire story as he'd experienced it. She listened carefully, only commenting after he'd finished.
She was slightly surprised by the fact that he was gay, and had made him laugh when she commented on it, saying something about, "You wouldn't expect a manly man like yourself to swing the way you do." Spencer had found it amusing to hear her say it in such a flippant way, as if she were commenting on a political figure.
She was even more surprised by the way Spencer had managed to continue on with life and look as if he'd never been in a relationship. He'd easily skipped over the part that explained that Bryan was his first and only boyfriend to date, but she seemed to pick it up easily.
It had made him feel slightly better to talk, though he'd made her promise to keep the entire discussion quiet, or if possible, silent. He couldn't help it though, trust wasn't something learned easily in the Abbey.
The pudgy woman had laughed, and waved a hand, "I won't though I will tell the headmaster, I think he'd better know." Spencer had nodded and they'd started walking back to the office.
"Good luck with this afternoon sweetie," She'd commented and patted his arm, "You'll be fine. After putting up with the little terrors you have to, I think this should be a piece of cake."
Spencer nodded, marching to his classroom to finish the classes he'd have that day, he only hoped that he could be as positive as Martha.
Fire: Wowwies... That came out harder than most of the things I write... And I'm sorta happy with the finished piece, though I may change the end part…
Anyway...
Thanks again for the reveiws so far! Would you reveiw again please? Same things apply as in the first chapter... Ideas, critisism and new title ideas are welcome... Though the title is warming on me... Anyway...
I'm off to write chapter 3!