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Infatuation
03
Things had gone well since his talk with Mr. Adams, noting with pride that the teacher had called him Peter in class, yet another small victory against the masses! He walked down the hallway, looking for Lauren and Susan.
He spotted them making out against Susan's locker, completely ignoring the fact that the small group of students that were still in the hallway were staring at them in disgust. Hell, they probably didn't even know they had an audience. Lauren's hand slid up Susan's body to her right breast and squeezed slightly making Susan moan into her mouth.
Susan's hands were currently gripping Lauren's ass but were slowly slipping up and under the back of Lauren's shirt. She snickered as she pulled away from Susan lips and trailed her own down her chin to her neck. She occasionally let her tongue sneak out to trail down Susan's tanned skin.
Susan's hands were now moving to the front of Lauren's shirt and there was no doubt as to what she was doing when Lauren let out a particularly animalistic growl. Lauren's other hand was now sliding down the back of one of Susan's legs, and pulling it up before resting on her calf. She then slid it around to slide it up towards Susan's thigh.
Though he was having some DEFINITE fun watching the two go at it, Peter thought it best to interrupt them before they went at it on the floor. "Yo!"
He absently fingered the tassel on the sleeve of Susan's sweater. One of the reasons he wanted to see the couple was to give it back to Susan, as she had left it in math class. That, and he needed help with his make-up for the Crave. He never could do it by himself, and whether it was Lauren, Susan, or both, someone could always do it better than he ever could. Whenever he tried he ended up looking like a monkey left in a washing machine. Having them come over and do it was probably better; all he had to do was find out his father's schedule so neither of them would be in the house at the same time as his old man.
Okay so he was lying, the main reason he had been looking for them was that he wanted to see the show that they would inevitably put on. Hey if two really hot lesbian chicks were going at it on a locker wouldn't you wanna watch? ...Wait please don't answer that.
They started slowly pulled away, righting themselves slowly before they turned and glared at him. Lauren, as usual, looked just like always, but Susan was flushed and her eyes were glazed. This wasn't unexpected from someone that was going out with Lauren, so he couldn't blame her. However he also couldn't help but tease her.
"Wow, Lauren, you really worked her over." He smirked at Lauren, who just smirked in return and winked.
"What'd you want Wilkson?" Lauren asked, not tearing away from Susan. "We're busy."
Peter shook his head with a laugh. "Yeah I could see that, but I need you're help with the Crave tonight. I can't do Riley's makeup as well as you can."
With their alternate dress each chose a different name to go by, his was Riley, Susan's was Michelle, and Lauren's was Megan, Steven rarely went with them but when he did he was Fred, trying to take Peter's name but still not knowing it.
"We'll stop by about 5 to help you out okay? We'll be in Michelle's car, right Susan?" Susan nodded when Lauren looked at her and then blushed when Lauren nipped at her ear. "Well we better get goingr. Say goodbye to Peter."
"Goodbye Peter," Susan echoed as Lauren attached herself to Susan's neck while dragging her to their first period class.
"Wow... they're so hot," Peter stated absently.
A jock was running at him full speed; growling. He froze for a split-second, which, apparently, was all the pause that the jock needed. A fist slammed painfully into his jaw, head snapping back from the force of it. He reeled for a moment before he was able to successfully dodge the second hit.
Peter jumped to the left, grabbed his opponent's fist and jerked him forwards just as he lifted his knee. The jock railed into his knee and gasped, winded. Peter didn't waste his chance and, using the same leg, swept his feet from under him.
The jock in return grabbed the front of his shirt so that he fell with him. Peter grunted as he fell on top of him; however their positions were quickly reversed as the jock rolled over. He pinned Peter with his body as his hands fisted and slammed into his stomach and face over and over again.
Peter felt his lip split and blood run from his nose to coat his lips. He coughed, watching as more blood flew in front of his eyes before he brought up a leg and knocked the jock off of him. He was weak and in pain, the fight opening old wounds that had taken weeks to heal.
'What, now I have to go through this at school too?' he thought bitterly, bringing his fist up to catch the bully in the jaw while he was off guard. He heard a crack and could have sworn he saw a tooth knocked loose. He grinned savagely and just as he was about to catch the kneeling man in the groin with his knee, someone grabbed him and pulled him away, leaving Peter to lie breathless on the floor.
"That's enough you two, Mr. Masterson get cleaned up and go to class. I won't report this but you'll have to make something up. Say that you got knocked by a door. Peter, you'd best come with me." Peter didn't recognize the voice, but he wrote it off to the fact that his head was still swimming from where it had knocked against the floor. But then deep and beautiful eyes swam into view of him. He recognized them instantly. Peter briefly wondered how--and why--he had so easily remembered the man's eyes, but brushed the thought away.
"Mr. Adams?" he asked sitting up as the dizziness rapidly faded; he was a quick healer. "What are you... oh yeah... you work here," he murmured.
The teacher laughed a bit and helped him up, "Yeah... hey wanna go grab something to eat while I fix you up? I was thinking some McDonalds or Taco Bell maybe?"
"McDonalds, I'm not in the mood for Taco Bell." He only realized afterwards that what he said was rude so he quickly added. "If that's okay with you I mean. I don't want to sound like I'm imposing or anything..."
He laughed and nodded, "Yeah, to be honest I hoped you would say McDonalds, because I've been craving enormously unhealthy greasy fries all day." He grinned and winked at Peter, whose stomach clinched at the sight.
Peter lifted a hand to his face and found, happily, that his lip and his nose had stopped bleeding; only that and the internal wounds remained, though he was still bruised and scratched in some places. He was used to his abnormally fast healing, however, so he didn't bother questioning it.
"Eh?" Peter looked at him questioningly, but was answered by Mr. Adams putting a wet napkin to his lip.
"Sorry, but I thought I'd take care of this before we ordered. People would look at us funny and start thinking that I beat you or something." Peter stiffened as Mr. Adams dabbed at the wound. The teacher, however, seemed to ignore this. He was cleaning the blood from Peter's lip, staining the immaculate white cloth red with blood, when Peter felt heat flood him, making him shiver and nearly sigh in pleasure. He stared into the teacher's eyes, his brow furrowed; he didn't understand what was going on. Couldn't the nurse have checked on him?
This train of thought was lost as the teacher moved in a bit and tilted his chin up towards him, making his eyelids instinctively lower. The cloth brushed at the cut on his chin.
"Wow didn't even know that was there," the teacher said when he finished with that, before he lifted the cloth to inspect the rest of his face. He quickly decided that there was only one more area that really needed 'cleaning' and set to work on it.
He closed his eyes when the cloth moved to the side of his eyebrow. Mr. Adams was gentle and moved slowly just like before. Whenever he did cause Peter any pain he would apologize. He would do this so quickly after a soft hiss of breath that Peter wondered if he even heard it before the teacher said that he was sorry. When he was finally released, Peter felt slightly dazed.
Mr. Adams smiled charmingly at him and Peter grinned half-heartedly in return, blinking as he looked at his nearly healed face. He licked his lips surprised when he didn't find even the slightest trace of blood on his lips. The grin quickly became full-fledged and they quickly exited the bathroom to order their food.
The cashier looked at them both funny as Peter stuttered repeatedly trying to keep his eyes off of his teacher. After the third try he quickly ordered a Double Quarter Pounder meal and went to take care of the drinks. He snickered when he heard Mr. Adams order a Quarter Pounder, and the urge to tease him overtook him so suddenly that he actually snorted, making Erin raise a brow at him.
He wasn't sure what happened, but he thought... well he didn't actually know what he thought but he knew it had to do with the mysterious teacher, and Peter found himself wondering:
'What kind of skeletons are in his closet...'
