Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2013 21:00:45 -0600 From: Prince Ernest Subject: Room 108 Chapter 10 Adult/Youth Section Disclaimers: Everything you read in this story is my intellectual property and as such should be treated with utmost respect. The students described are not living, breathing human beings mind you. They exist only in the realm of pure imagination, somewhat. These are my fantasies that I have developed over the years. The students described in the story do not really exist, but are rather the combination of several different students. Thus I am not harming anyone, because they combine features and thus are not really in existence. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PEOPLE IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL ON MY PART. All other disclaimers/rules/procedures apply. If you are under the legal age of viewing this material (depending upon where you live, that could be any age) please direct yourself to something else that will occupy your time. Also, PLEASE PLEASE consider donating to Nifty Archives! We lose funding, and all these great stories disappear :(. Just click on the Donate tab at the top of your screen! Simple, easy and definitely worth it! Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoy my story. Constructive criticism/feedback/comments are duly appreciated. Please direct them to my email at prince_ernest86@live.com. All are welcome! And thank you in to all those who I already consider my fans! Your support means more than you will ever know! Room 108-Chapter 10: The Anticipation "Coach I love you. I wish you were my father, instead of that bastard out in New Mexico. Thank you for talking to me." While this scene was sweet in nature, I knew it couldn't last forever, and no sooner had he said this than his I phone started ringing which he had laid out on the table in front of us. The music of Wiz Khalifa broke the air and our quiet revelry. He grabbed it immediately, and started reading it. He looked at me, with a pleasant smile on his face and got up and started moving towards his bike. I was afraid again that this was a part of his trap, but he reassured me with his words. "Gideon and Byron say they aren't going to save me anymore pad thai unless I get there soon. Thanks for the talk Coach. There is more I want to ask you, but this lame ass Spanish teacher assigned them this huge project, and I'm going to help. Oh and by the way, we have a little surprise for you on Friday after practice." With those words he hopped onto his bike and immediately started pedaling in the direction of what I can only assume to be Byron's house, leaving me to finish my blackberry milkshake alone with my thoughts. I began the slow walk back to my apartment shortly before 9, lost in my own thoughts. Today had started out frightening in a way that few can only imagine, and many times over the course of it, I had thought that I would end up in jail. And yet, here I was at the end of the day, walking on my own freedom and with a delicious blackberry milkshake to boot. Life was good. Not only was I free on my own will, but I had laid the groundwork for a fruitful and legal relationship with Hayden. I was sure that we would develop ourselves gradually, but there was no doubt in my mind that I had finally won his trust. The only nagging question I had in my mind, was what exactly did he mean when he said that Gideon and Byron had a surprise for me after practice on Friday? The thought alone was enough to make my brain hurt worse than the brain freeze that the milkshake was providing. When I got home I took three of my melatonin pills so I could get a peaceful night's sleep. With the images of Hayden laying on me, and the smell of his hair still lingering on me, I was out within a half an hour. The next few days seemed to fly by in a blur that you only usually see in the movies when they want to be cheesy in regards to how time seems to fly by. Gideon and Byron showed no sign of a change in the relationship that the three of us shared which was somewhat of a relief. Maybe Hayden was just giving me a rise after our conversation. The major change was in Hayden himself. He had always been polite to me in the hallway, and had never given me any sort of disruption in class. His homework was always punctual, and he was a pretty solid B+ student. But now it was like there was a change about him. Whereas he had usually arrived almost tardy to class, Hayden was now the first to show up and I almost had to force him out of the room because he would ask questions about the assignment. Questions I knew he had the answers too, but I think he just wanted to stay with me. And he had always been a leader in the classroom, but now if any student spoke out of turn or started to act up, Hayden would be on their case. It was like he wanted to make sure I knew he cared about me, and the best way he knew to show it was to look out for me in my classroom. I won't say I allowed him to be my equal by any stretch of the imagination, but he was definitely starting to feel some sense of ownership in how the classroom was being handled. He was feeling pride in himself, and I don't think I'm too far off the base here, but he was starting to feel pride in my. He wanted me to know he looked up to me. The most obvious sign of the change in his behavior was a conversation that Jacobson and I had later in the week. "Michael, I don't know what you are doing but Hayden Van Diver has completely changed his behavior from last year. When we heard about him last year, we all shuddered thinking about having him in class. Now, he's the model student. He's turning in his assignments, he hasn't had a lick of trouble, and he's polite! It's weird! I asked him what was going on in that blonde head of his and he just shrugged his shoulders and told me that maybe it was because of the cool teachers like you AND ME that he was doing better. It's almost like he's been cloned and all the disruption has been taken out of him." I must admit that my face turned a little pale from this conversation as I still wasn't entirely sure of where Hayden and I stood. Yes our conversation had been sweet and I felt I could trust him, but who knew what would come of it after a few days. Maybe he might feel remorse, guilt or even revulsion after our conversation. But it seemed that my trust and faith in young Mr. Van Diver was entirely well-founded. Friday Advisory was surely interesting to say the least because of Byron and Marissa's banter and their many snickering fights that continued to go on unabated no matter how much I tried to move them apart. They never got to the point where I would think of sending them to the principal's office, but they were becoming more annoying. Byron oddly enough never started them, but once Marissa got him started, it would take all my powers of persuasion in order to calm him down. Friday was no different. "Mr. Lambert, Bryon is wearing one of those bracelets that have the marijuana symbol on it! I think you should report him to Ms. Arthur's office! Those bracelets are strictly forbidden by the student handbook!" Technically she was correct, but I had spoken to Jacobson about them, and the schools policy was pretty clear. As long as the student wasn't outright advocating the use of pot, the teachers would just ignore them. Marissa was obviously mad at Byron because the grapevine told us that she had again made a romantic gesture to him, and he rejected it. "Marissa, back off of me! I swear, it's like you are some sort of crazy person! It's just a bracelet and I've seen like a dozen others since school started! Seriously, I don't want to go out with you, and you trying to get me in trouble isn't helping! Why would I want to go out with someone like you, who is always trying to get me in trouble?? Do you think I'm a retard or something?" Byron jumped out of his desk when he spoke these words to her, and his hands went out to his sides in what the kids call the "come at me bro" stance. It was cute, but I could tell he was starting to get riled up. His use of the word retard was offensive to me, and it did require I punish him. But Marissa wasn't going to get off so easy. "You two that's enough! All you do is get under each other's skin! It's not only childish, but it's disruptive to everyone else in this class! Marissa one day of lunch detention for you for starting the argument, and Byron one day of lunch detention for your use of that word you know I can't stand! Do I make myself clear?" I stared both of them down when I spoke these words, but I wanted to make sure Marissa knew I was tired of her childish attitude. She was going to start leaving Byron alone whether she liked it or not. Byron just nodded at me. He knew what he said was wrong, and luckily for both of us he knew that I assigning him lunch detention was a face-saving maneuver for both of us. Lunch detention was a light enough punishment that it wouldn't get him kicked off the team, but it was enough so that others knew that this behavior wasn't to be tolerated. Marissa on the other hand looked close to tears. And to be perfectly honest with you, I was happy about that. She wasn't a bad student by any stretch of the imagination, but her superiority complex made it seem as if she thought she was my equal, and thusly she could get away with things that I would not normally allow. This was the farthest from the truth, and I felt she needed to be brought back down to earth. Like Byron, she knew it wasn't the end of the world literally speaking. Her mother would talk to her about the choices she had made probably, and within a week she would have forgotten it except for the lesson that it had taught her. This lunch detention was serving its purpose and it hadn't even started just yet. Plus it would allow me to keep an eye on Byron and maybe he would give up what they were planning this evening. The period ended, and life went on for the next few periods. Word got out that Mr. Lambert had punished Marissa Juniper and Byron Phillips, and the word was largely receptive. The other teachers felt I had acted in the best way possible, with a light enough punishment that no one's collegiate futures would be jeopardized, but that everyone would settle back down in this small little group. Hayden did try and approach me, out of concern that this lunch discipline would affect Byron's ability to play in the game on Wednesday, but I informed him that only actual AFTER SCHOOL detentions would warrant suspension from the games. Byron was safe, again all part of my plan. I was looking forward to my little lunch date, when I felt a tug on my shirt as I walked out of the teachers' lounge with my lunch. I was surprised when I turned around and saw Marissa there with two things. One was her outstretched hand which held a note in it, and the other was a smile of triumph. I felt dread immediately. "Mr. Lambert, this is a note from Ms. McAdams, the yearbook teacher as I'm sure you are aware of. She says that I have to attend her at lunch for today in order to start work on the yearbook. It explains everything in the note. " I took a cursory glance over the note, and in my head cursed McAdams. Why in the name of almighty God was she starting yearbook this early? School hadn't even been in session for two whole weeks just yet. But once I read the note, I was surprised that I actually had a gain over Marissa. She had probably volunteered her services in the hopes that she might get out of lunch detention. She was not prepared for the surprise I delivered to her. "Marissa, this note does excuse you from lunch detention today. But it does not excuse you from the make-up lunch detention I am assigning you for Monday. I'll speak with Ms. McAdams and make sure that this is fine the first time, because the yearbook is important. But if you miss the next make up lunch detention, I'll have to assign you one session of After School Detention. Have a good day!" I walked away from her, before her mouth could hit the floor completely. Byron was alone in my room and I didn't want that little devil to have too much time alone. Who knows what trouble he would find himself in? My fear that Byron would be alone, and would have possibly light the school on fire were completely unfounded when I walked in. Not only was he not alone, but Hayden and Gideon were sitting on either side of him, calmly eating their lunches as if it was the most natural thing in the world. In fact when I walked in, Gideon looked up at me and was the first to talk. "Well it's about time Coach, we thought you were going to stand us up on our little lunch date. Since you gave Byron lunch detention, and we are the three best friends in the school, Hayden and me decided it was only fair that you would have to suffer through lunch with us as well." Hayden merely made eye contact with me, and with both a smirk and a wink, started to eat his lunch back up. "Gideon, I'm afraid that if I tried to argue with you, all it would serve is to frustrate me, give you someone to fight with, and provide Byron and Hayden with some amusement. And since the point of lunch detention is to feel some sort of remorse over what you have done, I'm going to allow it this once. But you three are not to talk to one another, and I'm going to be over here grading my papers, and eating my turkey sandwich which is delicious. Understand me boys?" They all nodded their heads at me and resumed eating their lunches. Now normally, I wouldn't have allowed this, but it would have turned out exactly as I described, and what harm could be done. I wasn't going to be making a move on them during lunch, as I kept my door open to let some additional air in. And I knew they weren't going to be making the moves on me during lunch, because God only knows who might happen to walk by and see something. These boys still had a reputation to uphold. I figured it would just be the battle not fought for the sake of peace, to allow Gideon and Hayden to stay up here and show a sign of solidarity with Byron. I decided to take my seat, and do exactly what I had told them I was going to do. If I had set down with them to enjoy my lunch with them, they might have taken that as a sign that I was going to tolerate Byron's antics in our group, but would punish them only for the sake of appearances. I truly did hate the word that Byron had used in describing Marissa, and so I decided to just eat my lunch and keep my distance. I sat down and started grading their assignments from over the weekend. It was a boring question and answer assignment designed to simply lay the groundwork for an in-depth look at the Southeastern region of the United States. Exciting stuff I know, but I needed them to have the basic skills necessary before I got crazy with their assignments. I could have graded these assignments in my sleep, and in fact I did go a little bit on autopilot for a few minutes. It was only when I heard the slight snickering of Gideon and Byron that I decided to shift my peripheral gaze away from the papers and onto the three boys. While nothing appeared to be happening above their desks where they were sitting, it was when I took my glance downward that I noticed something both amusing and sensual. Hayden was sitting the farthest from me, and to all intents and purposes was eating his lunch and just spacing out on the rest of us. Gideon and Byron were sitting next to each other, and were in fact practically on top of each other in terms of their desks. They weren't talking to each other, but were occasionally making eye contact with each other and smiling deliriously. Their arms were on the desk, so I knew they weren't in anyway tickling each other, but as I cast my gaze downward, I noticed something cute and at the same time, very unusual for teenage boys to do. In fact it was a lost art form that I don't think many young adult couples still know how to do. Gideon and Byron were playing footsies with each other. Their legs were on top of each other, almost intertwined really. Byron's large Osiris sneakers were technically touching the floor and were sitting there enjoying the massage that Gideon's bare feet were giving them. Gideon had kicked off his Glide sandals and had somehow managed to take off his socks as well, because they were lying semi-discreetly next to him. Byron's legs were hairless as I had noticed earlier, and Gideon was just slowly running his big toes up and down Byron's legs. Byron would occasionally be the first to giggle, from what I assumed was enjoyment from the moves that Gideon was laying on him, while Gideon would respond momentarily but from making his friend excited, and not from any actual enjoyment that he might be receiving. The scene was actually very erotic and something that would have normally gotten a rise out of me. It was just so incredibly sensual, and captivating to me at the same time. I could not even begin to understand how Hayden was remaining oblivious to all of this. I allowed this scene to play out for another minute, before I decided it was time to send the boys back down to the cafeteria in order to return their trays. They were only getting off five minutes earlier, and aside from the scene described previously, their behavior had been exactly what I had wanted it to be. Byron had shown a decent amount of remorse for his actions, and Gideon and Hayden had never been actually assigned anything so they were technically free to go at any time. I decided I would make some measure of my knowledge to their activities known. "Alright boys that's enough for today. You may gather your things and return your trays to lunch. Byron I want to make it very clear that I have higher expectations for you, and will not tolerate such an outburst in my class ever again. Do you understand me?" "Yes coach, and I'm very sorry. It's just Marissa is such a cun...never mind. I suppose that my language is what got me in trouble already, so I shouldn't be expecting too much slack from you anymore in that area, right coach?" He smirked at me, again thinking we were equals, but I was going to pull the rug out from him and Gideon's legs. "You are correct Mr. Phillips. Oh and Gideon don't forget your socks. You may want them to keep you warm, and I'm sure Byron is the only one who appreciates your foot massages." All three boys just stood there staring at me for a good minute. The tension was intense and for a minute I thought I had pushed it too far, but again Hayden was too my rescue, always looking out for me. He started laughing hysterically, and moving the boys in the direction of the door. At first Gideon and Byron still looked very pale, but they took their cues from Hayden, and once they got to the door, they were laughing as loud as he was, and were almost doubled over with laughter. You could still hear their laughter as they walked down the hallway. I counted my lucky stars, and turned around to get my materials ready for the next period when Hayden came rushing back into the classroom. "Thanks for letting us share in Byron's punishment Coach. I promise I'll speak to him later about this, and make sure it never happens again. Oh and don't think we've forgotten about your surprise later, after practice." Again as soon as he said these words, he was back out in the hallway, and the bell rang letting me know lunch, and my peace of mind for today were out the door. ***** I would like to dedicate this chapter to a few important people that I've come across. First off to my loyal support personnel, who always offer to proofread, and then send back nothing but praise. You fellows are the rock on which I build my slightly immoral church. Next, I would like to also dedicate this two very special readers who I have come to regard almost as family. Jeremy and Scott, I hope you like this chapter. I know I said this chapter might have some sexiness, but the more I thought about it, how much better would it be for the boys to taunt coach in his very classroom with a little footsy display, before practice? I trust, and know, many of you would agree with me. Stay tuned for the locker room scene, Part two. And bring some tissues or a rag ;) Questions/comments/concerns/and dare I say complaints, please direct to my email, prince_ernest86@live.com Please, again consider making donations to Nifty! Your support is gladly appreciated!