After School (SapphireD910 & TerraTX, 18+)

[SapphireD910]

Name: Axel Montgomery

Age: 18

Hair: Auburn, medium length, wavy

Skin: Slight tan

Height: 5’10”

Eyes: Green

 

 

A stubborn and flaky person on the surface, he’s been forced to be rather independent early in life and doesn’t like to depend on others due to events of his past. He isn’t really motivated in school, he knows most of the material better on his own, and since he doesn’t fail when it usually counts for projects and tests, few people have really tried to push him to do things differently. He doesn’t have what most would consider friends, just a few people he’s known to hang out with or fool around with. His general apathy goes unnoticed or flat out ignored due to the influence of his family.

 

Axel is the only child to a pair rather influential in politics. The marriage was more of a necessity to avoid a scandal for his father’s career when he got his mother pregnant. It’s often lead to him being a burden to his father and a mistake tying his mother to one night of fun with the wrong man. Still he was raised to get what he wanted and needed aside from the attentions and affection of his parents. He was pressured to go to a school of his parent’s choosing, and with their influence stays enrolled despite his poor attendance.

 

His social disconnect usually meant he delved into reading and learning in his alone time, but he also knows well enough that despite what he knows it doesn’t really matter for him to actually be successful. It’s not what you know, just who you know, that saying rings with a special bitterness for him. The name Montgomery seems to wipe away anything of who he is or has to offer. He even suspects that a few of the relationships he has had were only those trying to gain from his name and not feeling the desires of him as a person.

 

The one place where he feels his performance has to matter over his name is sports, specifically track and swimming. His speed, form, commitment, it all actually seems to make a damn when people have to watch you move, names only showing with the results. It still gets people close to him for superficial reasons, but at least it’s the things he does, not his family.

 

 

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It was an uncharacteristically warm early spring day. The grass was still damp against his back, but the sun was nearly tanning his skin it was so warm out. His forearm was draped over his eyes to block out the sun of the bright clear day from shinning directly into his eyes. Not sure how long he’d been here or sleeping, he'd barely heard any other students, few would have cared to be outside like this while the grass was still wet, Axel didn’t much care. He was sure he was missing some class, possibly his first for the term, but his attendance was rarely counted with his peers... if any of them would even consider themselves as such. Days, weeks, terms, years… they all seemed to run together, other than the changes in the season that actually touched him and sparked reactions to his body. For all he knew this wasn’t a warm spring day but the breaking of summer he was feeling, since it was so warm. His college was already laid out for him and he’d been accepted, the rest of his senior year was just a formality really.

 

He moved slightly in the spot he laid, feeling the wetness that had seeped along his back exposed to air and send a shudder through his body. That knocked him from his peaceful state and he jumped up into a sitting position, only managing to expose himself to more cold air. He grabbed his jacket, tossing it on to try and cover the chill. Looking at his watch he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Well, he had missed one course on Literature it looked like, but he had a few minutes before Biology. He sauntered over to class slowly but still entered the classroom with a couple of minutes to spare and found a seat towards the back and near the windows.

 

In the minutes prior to class he loaded up his phone and opened one of the popular dating apps. It’d been a while since he’d met up with anyone, the phony guys around school were wearing thin on him. He sifted through the profiles that popped up, marking those he found attractive, little mind to their details right now, if ever. Then if any of them marked him in return they’d each get alerted and be open to message each other, bypassing the annoying one-sided messages where only one party was actually interested. He feared if someone didn’t respond the next day or two he’d end up hooking up with some guy off one of the teams and have to re-convince him that it was just fun, not a relationship, and that no, his dad couldn’t help him with his scholarship and a letter of recommendation.

 

When class started he barely looked up, he roughly heard the voice of the instructor and he noted a few things down to track what he’d need come test time. He wasn’t looking to fail, he just wasn’t going to sit and immerse himself knowing full well no one else really cared. Instead he was more so itching to check his responses and see if maybe he could get a date later. He was feeling restless, and even sleeping over at some stranger's place tended to work out better than sleeping in his home, even when often his parents were away. Even when there was no affection behind it, their bodies pressed to his, their limbs wrapped around him, their heat and cool sweat, it at least got Axel's attention.

 

 

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[TerraTX]

Name: Grigor Lascher

Age: 35

Occupation: High School Teacher, Biology & Chemistry, Substitute for Sports

Height: 5'11''

Hair: short black hair

Eyes: brown eyes, wears glasses most of the day, especially at school

 

 

Grig's family is well off. His younger sister just graduated from law school, thus following in his father's footsteps, and his brother, who just finished high school, is travelling the world to „experience different cultures“ as he likes to put it. He sees them at Christmas and birthday partys, but that's about it. The only person in his family that he came out to was his sister and she wasn't supportive. She literally told him to get his act together and stop fooling around, then went on explaining how their father wasn't going to be pleased if he ever found out in any way. After that, Grig decided to keep quiet about it. He adores his little brother, though, and they message frequently.

 

It's important to him that people think well of him, so he tries to help out wherever he can and acts friendly even when someone happens to annoy him. Still, he doesn't avoid trouble when he has to face it and usually manages to stay calm no matter what is thrown at him, verbally or actually. Due to that behaviour, he makes friends easily, though they are more of the superficial kind. Things tend to go down the hill whenever someone figures out he's actually trying hard to be such a good person instead of just being that way.

 

He lives in a small apartment close to the school, about twenty minutes by foot. The place is always cleaned up and in order, with the exception of his desk. Usually, it's covered in homeworks and tests that he has to correct. That's how he spends most of his evening during the week. On weekends, he likes to hang out with some friends from college that he played basket ball with, though the group's members changed so much over time that there's more guys around that he barely knows a thing about while he rarely sees his old friends anymore.

 

Grig uses dating apps to find someone to fool around with every now and then, usually two or three times a month when he feels like it. It's rare for him to stick to the same person, mainly because he doesn't want things to get intimate. A boyfriend wouldn't fit into his life.

 

 

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Grig arranged the stack of papers neatly, needing no more than a few swift movements of his hands since it was one of those daily task that required nothing but routine. He looked the first sheet over briskly, checking the dates of the tests that the students of his next class would have to take during this semester. After all, if he made a mistake, he wasn't going to hear the end of it - and discussions with students about having or not having to take a test weren't really his favourite. Sometimes, he wondered how they were ever going to make it through college with such a laid back attitude, but then he remembered that he hadn't been any different back then. At that age, another year could make all the different. Hell, even a handful of months were able to transform a delinquent into an honor student or the other way around. Life happened so quickly when you were young.

 

After taking a look at his wrist watch, he decided to head over to the next class. Grig put the strap of his bag over his shoulder and took the sheets with the other hand, then left the teachers' room, though only after returning another female teacher's smile as politely yet charmingly as possible. Enough to make her happy, not enough to make her think too much of it without writing it off as a fantasy. He straighted his dark blue shirt quickly, ran his fingers through his black hair and readjusted his glasses afterwards, all within the blink of an eye. He was almost certain it didn't do anything for his looks, but who knew. It was one of those things he did, just in case part of his look needed fixing. Usually, it didn't. He ironed his shirts and his hair was too short to do anything it wasn't supposed to do. Grig straightened his shoulderes as he entered the classroom a few minutes before the class started.

 

He knew most of the students from previous years - and everyone knew him, since every student knew every teacher, mainly because of gossip. Not that he was one to judge, teachers weren't any different in that regard. There were a few students that were talked about frequently. One of them was Axel Montgomery, the gorgeus youth that had taken a seat at the back of the class and was busy with his cellphone. Grig watched him for a second before he sat down at his desk, deciding not to make it too obvious that he was keeping an eye on that student in particular. After all, class hadn't even started yet. According to the rumors, Axel's parents were filthy rich politicians. He had his father's intelligence and his mother's looks, though Grig wasn't sure any of the teachers that talked about his parents had ever seen either on of them. To him, none of that mattered, though. Experience had taught him that the apple actually can fall far from the tree. What bothered him a lot more was that he had heard stories of teachers and students sucking up to the kid for favors and that he had a tendency of skipping classes, apparently.

 

Well, the problem at hand was that the boy still hadn't looked up from his phone once, even though the ball had just rung to announce that class was starting. Grig frowned slightly, disapproval obvious in the way his brows were knit. Not much he could do, though. While reprimanding a student for such behaviour was an acceptable thing to do, it wasn't going to get him anywhere. If he bothered to say something every time he saw someone with a phone in their fingers, he would never get to the part where he tried to teach these kids something. Thus, he settled on his usual routine, greeted the students and introduced himself briefly before giving out the sheets he'd prepared. Of course, the mention of tests earned him several glares and annoyed moans. In their heads, they were pretty much done with school, so who was he to expect them to do anything anymore.

 

When he passed Axel's desk, Grig had to surpress his surprise - and slight shock - as he caught a glimps of the brunette's phone. He cleared his throat softly and continued on, inwardly shaking his head because he had used the same dating app just last week to hook up with a fuck. Meaning he really shouldn't be judging, and he wasn't, but it was definitely a weird feeling to know that one of his students wasn't just having casual sex, but used the same method he did. It just reminded Grig to always make sure he had his age preferences set high enough to avoid any of his students ever seeing him there. Especially because he had a picture of himself in shorts on there, to show off the goods. Well, nothing to think about during class.

 

Grig adjusted his classes after he had given out the last sheet and returned to the blackboard, ready to start the lesson. While he thought the topic of human DNA and genetic disease was most definitely interesting, he knew well enough that his students were going to think otherwise - and no matter how he presented everything, he wasn't going to do right by everyone. Some preferred everything as simple as possible, others were going to get bored if he just stuck to the basics that even a grade schooler could grasp sooner or later. There was only a single thing that would make every one of them happy; watching an educational movie. Somehow, televisions always triggered happiness, though Grig had no idea why a small screen was better than having an actual person explain everything. Anyways, Grig just stuck to what worked best for him. He took some chalk, then started drawing DNA and enzymes and at the end of the lessons, he had somehow managed to get across the gist of the complex replications mechanisms, at least he hoped that was the case. Homework was to read the corresponding chapter in the book as preparations for a few questions he was going to ask at the start of their next lesson. He was 100% certain most of them wouldn't put more than 5 minutes of work into it - and those would be the five minutes before the next lesson.

 

When the bell rang and everyone jumped up from their seats, he noticed yet again that Axel was still busy with finding a sex partner - or with whatever kind of app he had switched to. Not that Grig would know, since he hadn't taken another stroll through the rows. When the kid passed his desk on the way to the door, he cleared his throat pointedly.

 

"Axel, would you mind staying for another minute?", he asked, smiling politely though obviously fake since it didn't reach his eyes. Well, his intention wasn't to become friends or to appear too intimate, so it was alright for the expression to appear that way. Some of the other students gave them inquisitive glances, but hurried away quickly. Grig waited until the last one had left the classroom until he nodded towards the youth's phone. "I get that you have other things on your mind than class, but it would be nice if you could put that away during the class. Maybe biology isn't important to you, but you still have to graduate - and I can't give good grades to people who won't even look at me while I'm teaching."

[SapphireD910]

Axel bit his lip at a few replies that were already rolling in, his mind drifting off to some possible plans. He had fiddled around a little longer reviewing some profiles before he caught on to the emptying room before him. No one much noticed him unless they wanted something, and he definitely had no one he'd call a friend that would nudge him to leave class normally. In the back of his mind he'd noted that this instructor was one he'd managed to not have up until now; Grigor Lascher. Sounded German. Axel let his eyes skim over him a bit, letting his mind wander to thoughts of the man's attractiveness. Something about him seemed familiar, and not from school. Axel didn't really engage or linger on people around school much, not even when they were talking anymore.

 

He rose from his seat to loiter the halls for a bit and decide on sitting through his next class or finding something else. As he was about to exit the room, passing the front desk he heard the instructor's voice address him directly. He let out an annoyed sigh at being called out once he realized that he was indeed being asked to stay a bit, though it was surprising enough to have someone do it that he was intrigued. "Grigor Lascher..." he said in a musing tone, immediately trying to direct the conversation. "An Eastern European form of Gregory right? Surname sounds German?" He smirked thinking about some interesting stereotypes associated with Germans. He leaned against the wall next to the chalk board, face slightly turned to face Grigor.

 

"You're concerned about graduation? My graduation? Sorry to break it to you, but most of this class are seniors, maybe some juniors, we're pretty set for the next four already. It's hard to be engaged. I wouldn't take it personally." He suppressed a laugh, but the truth was he didn't believe the man was actually concerned. For all Axel knew they'd started installing cameras in the classroom and Mr. Lascher had to keep up appearances. He could clearly read the older man's fake smile. He saw plenty of those. Still, the man was handsome and the younger man could think of some suggestions to earn his undivided attention, though he scolded himself for getting too interested in that line of thinking with an instructor.

 

"You've never had me before," he let the words out slowly in a suggestive manner, "...in one of your classes?" He turned his body to face the instructor directly, leaning his shoulder against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Do you want to check my retention? Genetic diseases... such as sickle cell, cystic fibrosis, Huntingtons... Caused by mutations in our DNA. Like the suckier version of the X-Men where instead of psychic abilities your brain deteriorates... in simple terms."

 

"So maybe the real issue is that you don't feel I'm looking at you enough?" He stood up straight looking at the older man over further. "Like this right? You want my eyes on you during class?" He stifled a laugh. "What if I find that distracting?" His eyes narrowed in challenge, as he was having too much fun. "I mean sometimes people moving around, drawing on the board, writing notes, flipping through pages... I may have some kind of attention disorder." He smiled rather smuggly. He was definitely more okay with this as he was increasingly noting how attractive Grigor was, not that any of it impacted his investment in or ability to learn. "If that's all, Mr. Lascher, I'll see you. Because I'll definitely be looking directly at you from here on out."

[TerraTX]

It didn't take more than two words from the youth's mouth for Grig to realize that things weren't going to get any easier now that he had initiated a conversation. Usually, students were eager to get away from him as fast as possible, giving him barely more than a nod and a 'Yes, Mr. Lascher. I'm sorry, Mr. Lascher.' before they hurried out of the classroom. Axel wasn't one who bothered with authority, obviously. Grig put a hand onto the desk and leaned onto as he regarded his student with slightly more care. He doubted avoiding the question of his heritage was going to get him anywhere; besides, it wasn't like he had anything to hide in that regard.

 

"Good perception, I'm impressed. Most people don't even notice. My grandfather's from Germany", he answered with a nod, then turned to grab his bag since both of them had another class to go to within the next five minutes. While he still wanted to play it nice, Axel had different intentions and was making them clear enough. Grig couldn't even argue with the fact that he wasn't especially interested in the youth's grades in particular. After all, noone could expect him to be overly concerned with each and every one of his students, so he was rather picky with whom he went out of his way for. It did happen, though, rather occasionally. While the conversation had been considerably harmless up to that point, what came next left Grigor tense. Maybe it was just the kind of glance that only gay men knew, maybe it was because he had seen what Axel had been doing with his phone before, but given the young man's manner of speaking, Grig was quite certain what he was up against. He glanced aside and lifted a hand to softly rub his neck, probably looking as uncomfortable as he felt.

 

He knew how to deal with his female colleagues hitting on him or girls giggling behind his back and flashing him shy smiles. This situation was way too different - and homosexuality was a sensitive topic. If he appeared interested in Axel, he could get into a lot of trouble. Same if he said anything that might be regarded as insulting the boy's tendencies. God, a kid was hitting on him. A gorgeus one that looked at least three years older than he was, but hell, still a kid. One of his students. Grig swallowed visibly; his throat was dry as chalk, especially now that Axel was giving him that look. They were about the same height and Grig half-expected him to lean him closer. Axel was definitely giving off that kind of tension. Youthful hormones were a scary thing - and suddenly, the conversation was at an end, as onesided as it had been. He had let Axel run right over him.

 

"No, we're not done yet", he said quickly and a bit more brusquely than he had intended to. At least he'd found his voice again. Not that anyone could blame him, this was an unusual situation to begin with. Grig adjusted his glasses right above his nose before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I get it, you're not stupid. So I don't think I need to elaborate on how inappropriate your behaviour just now was. I don't care how you're looking at me, but I am your teacher, so you will adjust how you're talking to me."

 

There, he still had his balls - and had allowed himself to get swept away by his own issues. Grig regretted the words the moment they had left his mouth, though he wasn't sure what else he could have said. Nothing would have been satisfying, he guessed. Hell, the kid had him sweating. Somehow, he had been able to avoid the 'homosexuality' thing throughout his whole carrier - until now.

 

"If you got that, you can go now", he added, just to make sure he was the one dismissing, not being dismissed. After all, he was Axel's teacher. Besides, the only reason he was getting so flustered was because they were at school and he had to keep his image up. So all he had to do was not panic and things were going to be just fine.

[SapphireD910]

The young man frowned slightly, his brows knitting together as his instructor called him to pause once more. What's his deal? If he wants something just get at it already. He turned on his heels giving the older man a quizzical look, waiting for the request of some sort to come out finally, but he was caught off guard when the man just insisted on a change in his behavior and tone instead. Axel had to admit he wasn't trying to be subtle, he rarely found that the instructors were paying close enough attention to him it was a bit refreshing to frustrate the man, he'd never had that response other than with his parents perhaps. It was probably cruel to even tease like this. If anything his hope had been to embarrass the man a bit and get him to exit the conversation sooner.

 

Part of him really wanted to test these new waters by asking this guy what exactly would happen if he didn't catch on, that he didn't see a problem with his behavior, what exactly would happen? The other part actually sensed that Grigor might be serious and in that case, no fun to push any further. The rare opportunity to have a change of pace with someone overpowered him.

 

"Well, I must admit, people still tend to throw me off. So my attempt to be friendlier failed. To clarify, you don't care that much about how I look at you, but you want me to look at you with my fullest attention. You do care about how I speak to you. I thought I was being pretty nice, talking to you like a regular person, but maybe I should just stick to 'yes sir' or 'no sir' like the rest?" He looked mildly annoyed at the older man, though in the back of his mind still interested in how the man would respond.

 

"How about if you see me paying more attention to this in class," he held out his phone, "then you take it and you can read whats got my attention out to the class." Axel couldn't help it. It was a bit exciting that the man was responding to him at all, showing true emotions and not just a mask. Plus he had no real shame over his private endeavors compared to the hesitation he could anticipate Grigor having over some of his phone exchanges. He was experiencing more anticipation to this exchange with the man more than the continued buzzing of his phone in his hand. "Anyway, I'll stop taking up your time, Mr. Lascher. Hate to keep you from more important things."

[TerraTX]

Easy to see now that the boy was toyign with him, switching his demeanor as quickly as he batted his eyelashes. Grig wasn't going to complain; the small challenges Axel started throwing his way were something he was far more used to than being hit on by a male student. He actually smirked slightly as Axel asked him if he should call him 'sir'. That was something fun to imagine, simply because it was hard to imagine at all, unless Grig allowed his thoughts to wander in an insanely inappropriate direction. Not that he was into roleplay in general. Then again, it wouldn't really be a roleplay - and hell, he really shouldn't entertain those thoughts. At least not seriously.

 

"I think we both have more important things to do. Like going to class", Grig mentioned, glad that their time together was running out before the conversation could take a certain turn yet again. Besides, he was certain he was going to react if the boy got too close to him, student or not. He was only human, after all. "And I'm not going to read anything out to the class. I could tell your parents about it, though. Just remember that the next time you want to use my class to look for some stranger to hook up with."

 

Grig gave his watch a brief glance, noticing he had barely two minutes left to get to his next class. So, no coffee break this time. Sighing, he looked up into Axel's eyes and gestured towards the door, just to make sure his point had gotten across before the boy left.

[SapphireD910]

Axel grinned too much for his own good, realizing that his teacher had more than noticed his phone use. Takes one to know one, he thought to himself. The man hadn't passed him that long to read too much into what he was doing, he had to recognize the app himself the way Axel saw it. "You were really observant of me this class period." He was so tempted to push further but instead he literally bit his lip, feeling a bit of danger forming in his thoughts. Forcing a straight face as he continued noticing the look in the older man's eyes after looking at his watch; he was done with him, which made Axel feel a little more done in return.

 

"I'll save you the trouble and tell them next time I see them. Maybe a couple of weeks from now... at least by the end of the school year. Election year and all. But they give the best apology gifts." Well next to me at least. He looked around the room suddenly feeling more in the way than ever before. This was why he didn't engage. He learned rather young that no one really had time or interest unless they saw a clear end goal of what was in it for them. For once he even felt he had to censor himself before causing an issue that even his parents couldn't clean up. Meeting the older man's stern gaze his face really did drop into a more solemn expression this time. "I'll stop wasting your time. Promise, none of this will happen again, sir."

 

Axel rushed out of the room before he could be stopped any further, knowing full well the other man would be short on time to get to his next class. He pulled out his schedule again. He was scheduled for math and then was done... Fuck it, he decided he was done now. He was too worked up and no one was going to be home anyway.

[TerraTX]

Grig graced his student with a run-off-the-mill smile and watched his back as he left the classroom, noticing the well-formed shape of his back. Groaning, he lifted thumb and forefinger to his his eyebrows and rubbed them slightly, as if the pressure could chase away his unchaste thoughts. He was about to get into a lot of trouble if he wasn't able to control himself. Hell, he couldn't even remeber the last time he'd looked at a student that way - but it had happened before. Not that he was going to ruin his career over it.

 

The bell rang, startling him out of his thoughts. Cursing under his breath, Grig rushed towards his next class, quickly apologizing for his tardiness. As a teacher, he was supposed to set a good example. Then again, most of them didn't give a damn about him anyways and weren't going to listen to his advice if they're life depended on it. Just as he was about to start the lecture, he glanced outside and noticed a now familiar shape leaving the school grounds. Grig stopped mid-sentences and frowned slightly to sharpen his vision. Didn't help much. Still, he was quite certain that it was Axel. Seriously? After all that talking, the first thing the boy did was skip classes. Grig felt slightly irritated, though he knew there wasn't anything he could do about it. At least not right then.

 

He kept wondering about it, though. Not throughout the whole rest of his day, but he caught himself thinking about Axel every now and then, to the point that he started wondering why exactly he wasn't able to just let it pass as another hopeless case. Well, he did become a teacher to give up on his students, so maybe he didn't need a particular reason. For a split second, Grig even dared to debate whether it was due to a slight, largely inappropriate attraction he had felt for the cocky teen, but he concluded that wasn't the case. After all, he was perfectly able to distinguish between work and pleasure. Groaning, Grig leaned onto his ellbows and buried his face in his hands, rubbing his temples. Seriously, stop thinking about him like that, he chided himself before deciding to call it a night and get some sleep.

 

What happened the next day had nothing to do with careful planning or anything remotely close to that. On his way to his second class, Grig happened upon Axel in the corridor and, not minding any bystanders, approached the teen directly. His smile was friendly, yet reserved, the kind people showed each other at their workplace.

 

"Good morning, Mr Montgomery. Please come to my office during break", he said nonchalantly, quickly nodded his good-bye and was off again before any protest could arise. A strategy that tended to work better than staying and starting a discussion about whether or not they had anything to talk about. Besides, if he had wanted to talk right then, he wouldn't have needed to ask Axel to come to his office.

[SapphireD910]

Axel immediately made his way home after the confrontation with his instructor. What was the guy's deal anyway? Does he not know my family, or does he actually not care? He huffed in frustration lugging his bag over his shoulder, passing a number of other students paying him little to no mind. Either treatment was pissing him off right now; being invisible when people didn't have a favor to ask and being too much the focus for whatever was pissing off that guy. He'd actually been on his better behavior taking a slight curiosity in the older man, which didn't seem to work in his favor either. What a waste of time. He looked back at the school for a second with a frown before continuing on.

 

When he arrived home he was mostly relieved to find his parents were neither home, nor did it look like they had been recently. Inside the house had been left cold, Axel turning on the heat, wondering into the kitchen. There in its normal place on the fridge door was the note that his parents were on some tour and wouldn't be back for several days, not that he could really tell the difference unless they were scolding him to keep with their appearances. Inside the fridge was pretty well stocked, so Axel started making himself dinner. He'd been scoping out profiles online and gotten some replies, but he completely lost interest after that encounter. Suddenly his thoughts kept returning to Mr. Lascher, making him frustrated. Instead it was an evening alone with a one-man meal in front of the TV. If he was going to feel isolated and disconnected he might as well just be alone.

 

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Axel nearly jumped with fright when Mr. Lascher appeared next to him suddenly with a exaggerated smile that seemed sinister on those handsome features, none the less definitely insincere, and delivered a kind greeting, that seemed even worse given that the man didn't seem to take too kindly to him the day before. He'd more or less hoped to stay under the man's radar today, since his prior approach didn't seem to work. Then suddenly just as quickly as the man had approached him he insisted on his presence at his office and immediately took off without any further regard. "Ugh... what?! Wait!" Axel couldn't catch the man's attention to protest, not that he knew the best way to argue with this guy.

 

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Reluctantly during the normal break period Axel wondered over to Mr. Lascher's office. He paused just some distance from the half-open door. Part of him said that he didn't have to do this, the man had no reason to be hounding him that was any of his business and only seemed to prove the man had control issues. Yet, he'd never been treated this way. He only had one concept of discipline, and it was nothing like a teacher and student should conduct themselves in, though the longer that thought lingered the more Axel noted Mr. Lascher was rather handsome. Wasn't that what really pissed him off in the first place, teasing him and so obviously finding him pretty hot? Gotta get this over with.

 

Without any warning Axel stepped up to the door, unable to hide his annoyance. "I'm here... not sure why, considering you don't seem to like me." He stared at his nails, not able to bring himself to look at the other man suddenly, and he couldn't place why. He found the words leaving his mouth spilling with bitterness to cover his sudden anxiety. "And not like other people who just don't care to know me. I seem to really bother you. Like you're a masochist for my company. So how did you want to be bothered today, sir?"