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I had to suppress my emotions. I'm in the middle of class, any sudden action now would send the both of us down a spiral of scolding at gossiping. Why do I even want to do this? I built my walls to keep others out, I shouldn't be trying to escape them by my own accord, much less allow someone else in. Other people are dangerous… so dangerous… yeah let's get into trouble you bad boy. Aww yeah- awww no. Stop it Matthew. Stop it. But I can't help it, he's so beautiful. I know if I reach out to touch him I'll just get electrocuted. So beautiful, like a jellyfish! Rule of thumb for jellyfish and hot tecahers: Look But Don't touch. I guess that also applies to romance female anime protagonists. Maybe this was a sign? Maybe someone as crazy as me needed some shock therapy. No, it wasn't my fault! Here I am trying to do some my homework in class and Teach is right next to me taking off his blazer. Yes it's a little warm in here but what makes you think exposing your body like that will cool me down any more!? And his heavenly man sent is clouding the room. Okay, okay, if I softly inhale this won't be so bad. Softly inhale… I started coughing, I wasn't exactly accustomed to the smell of cigarettes yet.
"Hey Matthew," said smoking (both literally and that other way that meant he was easy on the eyes) teacher.
"Uh, yeah?"
"You wanna do me a favor?"
This became a pattern.
"Hey Matthew?"
"Uh-huh?"
"You wanna do me a favor?"
Everyday.
"Hey Matthew?"
Without Fail.
"Yes Mr. Beilschmidt?"
Always in class.
"You wanna do me a favor?"
He always had me run some errand for him. And Everyday, I would readily agree to it. At first it was annoying, and then I liked it because I felt like I was of use to him or that he needed me, and then I began to realize he was making fun of me, and then I was feeling used, and then I was feeling sad, and then my sadness turned into passive aggressive anger.
And then the next day came. I had always been invisible but thanks to Mr. Bullshit, I've become the center of attention.
"Look, it's the class pet."
"What do you think is going on?"
"Duh, everyone knows Matt's a total homo."
"Faggot."
"Candy Ass."
"Mutant and proud."
"What was that last one?"
"We're trying to be menacing bodiless voices that haunt our some-what gold hearted with vaguely pure intentioned protagonist."
"Oh, then he's a fruit."
"Good one."
Class started and when Gilbert finished teaching, everyone got to work on the homework all but Matthew. He sat and waited. And then it came, right on cue.
"Hey Matthew?"
Right on time.
"Yes?"
Everyday.
"You wanna do me a favor?"
Without fail.
"What a loyal dog," said some kid in the background.
And I always said yes.
"No I don't."
The whole class went into shock, I think I went into shock too. What did I say? Did I just say NO? NO!? Oh I was going to be murdered, I'd better conceive.
"Did you just say no?"
I should give in and apologize. That would be the wisest course of action.
"You got a problem with that?"
What's wrong with me today!? Maybe it was the excess commentary from the peanut gallery shoving me into the wrong direction. Maybe it was the fact that my feelings and hormones were being used against me. Maybe it was all of it. Maybe for once I was gonna stand up! … and then sit back down because this is shooting my nerves to hell.
The teacher didn't respond. Some kid just called out.
"What's up with Matt? The loyal dog being let of the leash?"
And then Gilbert Beilschmidt, the twenty something year old albino god, made a face. And then he chuckled, "He's not a dog."
I felt my face heat up. I felt stupid now, it was all in my head. Gilbert was never being mean or exploiting me. He was showing he cared by paying attention to me, trying to build up my confidence by giving me random things to do. Not only that but he was building a partnership between us, a sacred bond of friendship that-
"He's more like a helpless Birdie," he finished.
I glared at him as they all laughed, "I'll peck your eyes out."
That sounded so much better in my head. Maybe I should just open my skull and let the pigeons pick at my brains, obviously I wasn't using them. You know… why do I even like this guy? Sure he's a total babe and on the smarter side but he's pretty arrogant and acts like a jerk. Actually a lot of the time he's more like a gorilla than a person. Yeah, why do I put up with this meany mc meany face? He's just a teacher to me, and that makes him nothing.
"Oh don't be like that birdie, we were only kidding," he laughed.
WILL POWER MATTHEW! WILL POWER! YES HE MAKES THE SUN RISE WHEN HE SMILES LIKE THAT BUT THE SUN IS JUST LIKE A JELLYFISH AND THE TEACHER: LOOK BUT DON'T TOUCH! HELL, DON'T EVEN LOOK! OH IM GOING BLIND!
"Quit smiling like that!"
Oh shit, I said that out loud. I SAID THAT OUT LOUD! Go me, I grew some pokeballs… Who am I kidding I'm screwed!? If he didn't hate me before he hates me now! Oh! This is good! If I can covert my passionate romantic devoted affections into seething discernable unjustified hatred then I could be saved from the fluttering butterflies residing in my beating heart!
The bell went off and everyone immediately forgot about me and the teacher. I silently picked up my things and tried not to stare at the beautiful arms of the man I have to figure out how to hate more than I already do… that was easy! And then I remembered… I have to go see him after school.
And now it's after school… why is when I liked him the school day would never end but now that I don't wanna see him I'm standing outside of his classroom. I could just not go inside? But my grade needs the physical act of me dragging my corpse into the room. Whatever, don't be a baby about it and neither will he.
"Sup Birdie."
HAS HE NO SHAME!?
"Take a seat, I'm just gonna finish grading these papers."
I was quiet as I walked to my desk.
"Oh, real quick, before you sit down."
I looked up, what was it now?
"You wanna run to the nearest convenience store and get me a pack of fags?"
I swear I could rip his arms out of their sockets, "excuse me?"
He grinned a little bit, "Nothing, nothing. I didn't gay anything. Sorry, meant say."
"Is this supposed to be funny?"
"Yeah a little bit," he admitted, "really I'm flattered-"
He shut up. The whole room was quiet. The next thing we both knew I was standing in front of him with my hand adjacent to his face. I just slapped him. When he got over the initial shock of being struck he looked at my face all mad and then he stopped. I didn't notice it myself until I felt the tears dripping off my face. What a creep. What a piece of scum. He's lower than scum. He's Gilbert Beilschmidt. I bit down on my quivering lip. What a jerk. I walked over to my bag and left the room.
Can we change the title of this story to "When I Was Your Man" and put it in his point of view? I know the answer to that, it's no because if anything he's planning to expel me somehow… I'm done.
I went home and made some pancakes and cried to myself and watched 500 Days of Summer, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Annie Hall, Bridget Jones' Diary, and Something's Gotta Give (the crying scene basically and nothing after that). Needless to say I didn't do my homework and I didn't sleep… Someone hold me.
Loooolllllll Sorry, Matt is just too I don't even know what for his own good. He's just… so relatable in that last paragraph… To me anyway, I don't think you guys are as pathetic as me. XD Review if you want me to update because with this story I can literally type a new chapter everyday with the proper motivation… just putting it out there.