Styles had never liked school. With people always being so hateful to the fag, to the freak. He wad dreading today, a new teacher was coming to replace the old one for history. New teachers always acted stupid and always felt the need to have a "talk" with him. He was the special case, the one that needed extra help. Styles, hating these talks, always felt annoyed at the prospect. He got the best grades without "special treatment" from the teachers. The three things people knew about him, Styles was a genius, a fag and a freak. It was going to be a long day. He managed to get through his first two classes without incident but then came history.
"Shitttt." Styles whispered under his breath on the way to history. He had more colorful words when he saw the new teacher. It was the "wall." "Kill me." Styles begged no one in particular. He snuck in and slipped into his seat in the back.
"Hey fag." Jackson called.
"Just had to be today." Styles mumbled.
"You're in my seat." He said smirking and standing in front of Styles's desk. "Move." He growled. Styles, not wanting to cause a scene, moved out of the desk. He sighed as he looked around.
"Hey glitter." Someone mocked. Nope, this was not his day. This was not going to happen. His new dealer was his history teacher and he really needed to get out of there. He found the only empty desk, the one directly in front of the teacher. Styles wondered to himself, how it would be viewed if he called his history teacher Mr. Wall.
"Everyone shut ip and sit down." The teacher called. Some students laughed but most just ignored him. "Shut your mouths. Butts in seats. Now!" He yelled as he slammed the door shut. There were a few late students left locked out, in the hall. Styles repressed a laugh at them. Most of the students were sitting now quietly. All except Jackson, main jock frat boy shit head. Mr. Wall walked up to Jackson's turned back and stood there. Jackson, the shit, turned around and smiled up at him evilly. "I believe you and i Hung out at the library yesterday." Mr. Wall said with a warning smile. Jackson's face flushed. "Put your ass in a seat now before i get angry." He snarled before moving back to the front of the room.
"Fag." Jackson mumbled as he slid into his seat.
"I'm the sub and i don't give a shit about any of you. If you annoy me I'll give you a zero. We're just going to do worksheets on stuff you'll never need to know in your screw up lives until the school gets a teacher who actually gives a shit about all of you fuck ups." He said before he began passing out papers.
"What's your name?" Asked a busty blond bimbo, clearly flirting. He smiled sourly and moved over to her desk, leaned in and whispered.
"Derek. Now get to work you little whore." Mr. Wall, now Derek, slapped a paper onto the desk and walked away. Maybe, Styles thought, this wouldn't be so bad after all. Then Derek got to his desk. There was a note written at the top in red ink. It read COME SEE ME AFTER CLASS STYLES
"Ps." Derek said leaning in and whispering to Styles. "You missed some." He said flicking a glob of dried glittery glue off his bag before sitting at the desk. He put his hands interlaced behind his head and his feet on the desk as the class got to work diligently. Most, Styles figured, were probably scared Derek would hit them if they didn't do it. He finished it easily, only getting off task a few times. He hoped Derek didn't deduct points for scribbles at the side of the paper. He waited until the end of class, nervous about talking to his dealer. He always hated these "talks." As students began filing out Styles slowly made his way over to the desk where Derek was sitting so annoyingly comfortable.
"You asked to see me?" Styles said as he put his work on the desk.
"Yeah." Derek said not seeming interested.
"And?" Styles pressed.
"You going to be a problem?" Derek asked.
"No." Styles said a bit more too forcefully.
"I don't mean with school. Here i don't give a shit as long as you don't bring up my other job. As long as that's kept quiet we'll have no problem." Derek said.
"Oh that?" Styles said caught off guard. Derek stared at him intently. "That's not something i talk about. We wont have a problem. If anyone tells it'll be you or maybe Jackson. But i don't think he knows about that. Maybe if he paid a bit more attention to anything but himself he might notice. He never pays attention to anyone but himself. He's such a bully but the teachers don't care cause he's the freaking lacrosse star.-"
"Styles." Derek said, his eyes wide with warning and a bit of annoyance. "Shut up." Styles nodded and scurried out of the room. "Styles." Derek called from the room the student in question had just vacated. Styles's head poked back in through the door. Derek held up a late pass between two fingers and Styles hurried to take it. Just as his fingers were about to engulf the little slip of paper, Derek snatched it back. "Don't make me regret this." He said before handing it over. Styles snatched it up, late passes were his life and he nearly skipped through the hall. He had a test next period and if he was late enough he could take the test late, after school perhaps. He could, maybe just maybe, finish the day without incident. He was walking to his locker but nope, the world just had to fuck him.
"Hello my little fag!" Jackson called gleefully. Styles backpedled and began to hurry to his class.
"Come here you little shit." Jackson grabbed him by his backpack and pulled him to the ground. "I have a test next period." Jackson said as he yanked Styles's backpack open and began rifling through it. "You're a freak of a genius, give me your notes." Jackson said as Styles heard some ripping.
"I don't take notes!" Styles fought back and began trying to pull away. Suddenly he was shoved to the floor but Jackson was gone. He felt liquid trickling down his face as everything went red. He saw Derek holding Jackson pinned to the wall, his face, so full of anger, rage, hatred, and was that... Fur?