So... Friday at noon?
Green block of flats, Larch Road, number 5, ground floor
Jack was sat on his sofa, staring hard at his phone. His elbows were rested on each of his crossed knees and his hands were rested on top of each other, his chin rested on his hands. His eyebrows were furrowed together and his lips were in a tight line.
“Don't strain yourself Jack.”
The teacher looked up at his flatmate and scowled.
“What?”
“I asked you to move up, I want to watch TV. It's Friday, something good will be on.”
The messy haired male groaned like a teenage girl on her period and slouched against the back of his black, leather sofa.
“Why can't you sit on the floor?”
The teacher whined like a child and pouted. Matt looked at the dark, pine floor and scowled.
“Have you seen our apartment? No way am I sitting on that.”
Jack's gaze wandered round the home he'd lived in with his best friend for the past five years. His living room was black and white, a TV fastened against the wall while a white, fluffy rug covered some of the dark, pine wood floor and his plush, comfy black leather sofa was pressed against the wall opposite the TV.
The kitchen was black and red. The marble counter tops were black, the utensils all red. Even the tea towels, microwave and kettle were red. Jack's mum had decorated, so she'd made sure every thing was perfect and that everything matched. The tiles on the walls and floor were black with white flecks in and the fridge was the only thing out of colour scheme. The big, silver, three doored fridge stood proud opposite the door and shone in the light. Matt and Zack may have both been skinny men, but they ate enough to feed a tribe of sumo wrestlers.
Jack's bedroom was a complete mess. Clothes were all over everywhere, his black bed sheets were unmade and creased and his walls were covered in dark posters, Jack's Mannequin and Blink 182 being the majority. He was a grown man but his bedroom looked like a teenage boys.
Matt's was worse though. The male's room was covered in Disney. Every inch of the wall was covered in shelves full of fluffy Disney toys or Disney sketches and posters, the bed sheets were Mickey Mouse themed and even most of his clothes were covered in Mickey Mouse. Every thing was organised in size order, the bed was made without a crease and everything was clean and pressed.
The flat's layout was the same as Zack's flat, the only difference was the colours and the cleanliness (on Matt's behalf).
“What's wrong with you Baracock?”
“I have this student, he's in my year nine maths class, and his big brother came to see me two days ago.”
“And?”
“He gave me his number, and I'm judging whether it's too early to call him or not. Him and his little brother are yours and Kellin's replacements at the Blink concert next week.”
“Right..... How old is this kid's big brother?”
“19.”
“Right....”
Matt smiled at his best friend and ruffled us his messily gelled hair.
“I'm going for some groceries, have fun staring at your phone.”
Jack nodded and smiled at his best friend.
“I'll try.”
The white, I Phone shone in the beam of afternoon light that was making his coffee table glow. The teacher groaned and stood up, turning his phone over and throwing a pillow on top of it so he wouldn't have to look at it any more. His long fingers tugged at the hem of his red shirt and the waist band of his black skinny jeans crinkled. A thin, black tie still hung down from his neck that he'd forgot to take off after he came home from work and his black blazer was thrown over the back of his sofa. He ran his hand through his raven hair and cast a last glance at where his phone was hidden.
Why was he getting do worked up about this? It's not like this kid was relationship material, there was a five year age difference. And Jack was pretty sure Alex was straight, and that there was some sort of rule against teachers dating their student's incredibly hot big brothers. If he was a year younger he'd be in Jack's classes, and that scared the teacher a little bit. Alex was a first year collage student, and by the looks of it a fairly new one too. Jack had a crush on an only just 19 year old that was probably very straight. Wonderful.
But what if he wasn't straight? Jack was sure he'd heard Rian talking about Alex's ex boyfriend. He could have misheard though, maybe he said girlfriend.
No. Jack remembered.
Alex has this psycho ex boyfriend that keeps coming round all the time, he's driving us all crazy! Alex is always all “Go away Caleb!”
That was it. Caleb. At the very least Alex was bi-sexual, 1-0 to Jack Barakat.
The teacher walked over to his phone with a smirk on his face, threw the pillow back on the sofa (Matt would probably clean up later anyway) and went on to his contacts. Alex is in to guys, Jack's a guy. Alex is in to Blink, Jack is taking him to a Blink concert. This is good. Alex looks like he'd be a great fuck; Jack would like to fuck Alex. This is perfect. If Jack got him drunk enough he'd probably go for it, teenagers are always horny.
The teacher chuckled to himself. He was always horny, and he was way past being a teenager. Five years is a long time. The lanky male's thumb scrolled across his screen, padded down on the contact 'Alex ;P' and pressed the ringing phone up to his ear. After four annoying brrr brrr's a voice flooded through the speakers.
“Alex's phone, sexy Zack speaking.”
Jack chuckled and put on his best teacher like voice.
“Is Alex in? It's Jack, Rian's teacher.”
“So you're the famous Jack Barakat! I ju-”
Jack heard Zack whine in pain and a muffled “Ow you bitch” flood through the speakers.
“Sorry about that, my room mate's an asshole!”
Alex got gradually louder at the end, making sure his best friend could hear him.
“Don't worry about it, so is mine. So I'm famous huh?”
Alex swore under his breath, so quietly Jack almost didn't hear it, and then the sound of something hard being thrown at someone filled the teacher's ears.
“Rian talks about you all the time. You're his favourite teacher and apparently you get him better than anyone else. Not as much as me though, you'll never be his favourite person.”
The older man chuckled and plopped down on to the sofa, suddenly remembering why he'd called in the first place.
“Well tell him thanks, he's my favourite student.”
“I'll be sure to do that Jack.”
“So anyway, the concert's at eight..... So is 7:30 ok for me to pick you guys up?”
“Oh you don't have to pick us up, we can go in my car!”
“This is my treat remember?”
“How about we compromise? Me and Rian will walk to your place, then you can give us a lift there. Sound good?”
Jack smirked and nodded as he talked.
“Sounds great. Do you know where Larch Road is?”
“Yeah.”
“Well I'm the block of flats at the end. The green ones. I'm number 5 on the ground floor.”
“Green block of flats, Larch Road, number 5, ground floor.”
“Yep. I'll see you Monday then.”
“See ya Jack. Thanks again, you really are awesome.”
“It's ok.”
The dial tone filled the teacher's ears then and he sighed, leaning so far against the sofa he thought it would swallow him up. Now he just had to get through the weekend.
“Don't strain yourself Jack.”
The teacher looked up at his flatmate and scowled.
“What?”
“I asked you to move up, I want to watch TV. It's Friday, something good will be on.”
The messy haired male groaned like a teenage girl on her period and slouched against the back of his black, leather sofa.
“Why can't you sit on the floor?”
The teacher whined like a child and pouted. Matt looked at the dark, pine floor and scowled.
“Have you seen our apartment? No way am I sitting on that.”
Jack's gaze wandered round the home he'd lived in with his best friend for the past five years. His living room was black and white, a TV fastened against the wall while a white, fluffy rug covered some of the dark, pine wood floor and his plush, comfy black leather sofa was pressed against the wall opposite the TV.
The kitchen was black and red. The marble counter tops were black, the utensils all red. Even the tea towels, microwave and kettle were red. Jack's mum had decorated, so she'd made sure every thing was perfect and that everything matched. The tiles on the walls and floor were black with white flecks in and the fridge was the only thing out of colour scheme. The big, silver, three doored fridge stood proud opposite the door and shone in the light. Matt and Zack may have both been skinny men, but they ate enough to feed a tribe of sumo wrestlers.
Jack's bedroom was a complete mess. Clothes were all over everywhere, his black bed sheets were unmade and creased and his walls were covered in dark posters, Jack's Mannequin and Blink 182 being the majority. He was a grown man but his bedroom looked like a teenage boys.
Matt's was worse though. The male's room was covered in Disney. Every inch of the wall was covered in shelves full of fluffy Disney toys or Disney sketches and posters, the bed sheets were Mickey Mouse themed and even most of his clothes were covered in Mickey Mouse. Every thing was organised in size order, the bed was made without a crease and everything was clean and pressed.
The flat's layout was the same as Zack's flat, the only difference was the colours and the cleanliness (on Matt's behalf).
“What's wrong with you Baracock?”
“I have this student, he's in my year nine maths class, and his big brother came to see me two days ago.”
“And?”
“He gave me his number, and I'm judging whether it's too early to call him or not. Him and his little brother are yours and Kellin's replacements at the Blink concert next week.”
“Right..... How old is this kid's big brother?”
“19.”
“Right....”
Matt smiled at his best friend and ruffled us his messily gelled hair.
“I'm going for some groceries, have fun staring at your phone.”
Jack nodded and smiled at his best friend.
“I'll try.”
The white, I Phone shone in the beam of afternoon light that was making his coffee table glow. The teacher groaned and stood up, turning his phone over and throwing a pillow on top of it so he wouldn't have to look at it any more. His long fingers tugged at the hem of his red shirt and the waist band of his black skinny jeans crinkled. A thin, black tie still hung down from his neck that he'd forgot to take off after he came home from work and his black blazer was thrown over the back of his sofa. He ran his hand through his raven hair and cast a last glance at where his phone was hidden.
Why was he getting do worked up about this? It's not like this kid was relationship material, there was a five year age difference. And Jack was pretty sure Alex was straight, and that there was some sort of rule against teachers dating their student's incredibly hot big brothers. If he was a year younger he'd be in Jack's classes, and that scared the teacher a little bit. Alex was a first year collage student, and by the looks of it a fairly new one too. Jack had a crush on an only just 19 year old that was probably very straight. Wonderful.
But what if he wasn't straight? Jack was sure he'd heard Rian talking about Alex's ex boyfriend. He could have misheard though, maybe he said girlfriend.
No. Jack remembered.
Alex has this psycho ex boyfriend that keeps coming round all the time, he's driving us all crazy! Alex is always all “Go away Caleb!”
That was it. Caleb. At the very least Alex was bi-sexual, 1-0 to Jack Barakat.
The teacher walked over to his phone with a smirk on his face, threw the pillow back on the sofa (Matt would probably clean up later anyway) and went on to his contacts. Alex is in to guys, Jack's a guy. Alex is in to Blink, Jack is taking him to a Blink concert. This is good. Alex looks like he'd be a great fuck; Jack would like to fuck Alex. This is perfect. If Jack got him drunk enough he'd probably go for it, teenagers are always horny.
The teacher chuckled to himself. He was always horny, and he was way past being a teenager. Five years is a long time. The lanky male's thumb scrolled across his screen, padded down on the contact 'Alex ;P' and pressed the ringing phone up to his ear. After four annoying brrr brrr's a voice flooded through the speakers.
“Alex's phone, sexy Zack speaking.”
Jack chuckled and put on his best teacher like voice.
“Is Alex in? It's Jack, Rian's teacher.”
“So you're the famous Jack Barakat! I ju-”
Jack heard Zack whine in pain and a muffled “Ow you bitch” flood through the speakers.
“Sorry about that, my room mate's an asshole!”
Alex got gradually louder at the end, making sure his best friend could hear him.
“Don't worry about it, so is mine. So I'm famous huh?”
Alex swore under his breath, so quietly Jack almost didn't hear it, and then the sound of something hard being thrown at someone filled the teacher's ears.
“Rian talks about you all the time. You're his favourite teacher and apparently you get him better than anyone else. Not as much as me though, you'll never be his favourite person.”
The older man chuckled and plopped down on to the sofa, suddenly remembering why he'd called in the first place.
“Well tell him thanks, he's my favourite student.”
“I'll be sure to do that Jack.”
“So anyway, the concert's at eight..... So is 7:30 ok for me to pick you guys up?”
“Oh you don't have to pick us up, we can go in my car!”
“This is my treat remember?”
“How about we compromise? Me and Rian will walk to your place, then you can give us a lift there. Sound good?”
Jack smirked and nodded as he talked.
“Sounds great. Do you know where Larch Road is?”
“Yeah.”
“Well I'm the block of flats at the end. The green ones. I'm number 5 on the ground floor.”
“Green block of flats, Larch Road, number 5, ground floor.”
“Yep. I'll see you Monday then.”
“See ya Jack. Thanks again, you really are awesome.”
“It's ok.”
The dial tone filled the teacher's ears then and he sighed, leaning so far against the sofa he thought it would swallow him up. Now he just had to get through the weekend.
9/27/13