Bribing the Queer
-SkyFallOuch

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Summary: Talia is getting at it with Mathew and Chase is a little jealous. A little, you have to be kidding me?! Okay, okay...so Chase is really jealous. So what does he do about it? He goes to the extreme by begging Robert – the queer guy – for help. Despite the fact Robert is Talia's friend, he'll do anything for Chase - for the sake of revenge. But oh-no, it's not just some friendly community service we're talking about here. Chase is gonna have to pay (big time for annoying Robert.)
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A/N: This is a slash story, meaning there is Male/Male contents. If you can't bare to read something like this, get out.
Also, anything that is mentioned as a real life product or place is not owned by me - meaning this is a disclaimer.

Prologue: Chase and Rob

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Senior year is the best. It's the best because, that's when ruining teachers' lives are the greatest and girls go crazy over your mischievous actions. My thoughts were exactly that, until I showed up in my new Global History classroom (it is the start of a new school year), and spotted someone I would never imagine seeing.

Well before going into the whole, oh-my-god-Chase-seizure-over-a-guy thing, I have to explain something clearer.

I'm a senior in my school; meaning the big guys that the freshmen would look up to. At least, that's what I wish would be the freshmen's first thought. I'm a short guy (probably five foot and six inches...I refuse to measure my height), I have excessive amount of pens in my basketball shorts, and the weirdest thing is that I have the 'In' haircut style (probably like Danny Jones from McFly when he gets that curly look.) Like all those stereotypical labels; I'm known to be the half punk, half gangster kid. Yeah, kid. I don't even get the title of "Half Punk, Half Gangster Dude", so probably that would put a mental image that I'm not intimidating looking. In fact, after a break up with some girls, they said that I was simply too annoying for their liking. Okay, I'm annoying (I know that, alright?) and I could possibly be a pest, but I'm a decent guy. I just like attention...which leads me to a different point.

I'm not gay. That's probably not something you'll be thinking that I would say, but I'm seriously not. The guy that just showed up in front of the room is not someone my heart would be pounding over. He's below all that; I think he's probably the last person I would like to see at school. So, I'm guessing I should be giving out some names as of now.

The guy that walked in, his name is Robbie Johnson. I think his real name is Robert, but I'm not that sure. I usually refer to him as Rob, because seriously, Robbie sounds like a gay name. I'm not much of a homophobic, I know this much because I can deal with guys kissing in the hallways. Plus, Jones (my best friend) was dared to kiss me during truth or dare during our sophomore year. So there, I'm definitely not gay and I don't have anything against gay people.

A couple of students started to fill into the classroom – finally able to find the room they were designated to – and as my heart pounded for that one girl to show up; she still doesn't.

Who caught the heart of mine? Her name is Natalia Thomas. She's adorable, she's really nice, and she's absolutely amazing. The thing is...she's not available. Who would steal such a loveable girl from my grasp? He's autistic. I'm not sure how many situations like these occur, but she's in love with an autistic guy. That means he's mentally retarded, but I'm not gonna sound like an ass and just call it mentally challenged. So yeah, she's in love with a guy that can only interact with her and ever since she found the ability to (you know, for her to be the only one he can talk to), she's been attached to him ever since.

"It's nice to see you again, Chase. I was hoping to see some familiar faces this year." I looked up from my seat to see Mrs. Elliot – my last year Social Studies teacher.

"You're looking wonderful as ever. Did you get a tan? It looks nice on your skin." I smile at her – showing off what everyone calls, 'Chase's famous dimples.'

"I'm surprised that you're one of the very few guys that would notice these things."

I pretend to gawk at her. "Who wouldn't recognize the changes? They make you ever more enticing."

She giggles and swats her hand around. "Enough of all that. I wanted to come to you for one meaningful message. If Talia happens to end up in my class again, I hope you two would stop blabbering so much."

"When do we ever babble?"

"The last conversation I remember you guys having was something about Talia asking how it would feel like to have sex with an autistic boy." Mrs. Elliot frowns.

I remember that day. I was jealous and stormed out the classroom after the bell had rung. Talia ended up apologizing, knowing that she was pulling my strings. I simply told her I wasn't having such a bright day and she tried to make it up to me.

"Oh Chase!"

"Yes?" I ask politely when I look at Mrs. Elliot again – she really wasn't bad looking at all. She's probably in her late twenties or early thirties and I'm sure she was a cheerleader during her high school career.

"We have a special student teacher this year. He works for his father's corporation downtown. They help out with children that should have an extra care for." Just on cue, Rob shows up next to Mrs. Elliot – with the fakest smile on his face.

"I know Mr. Asher, he's my neighbor." Do I hear something being strained? Oh, it must be a dieing cat or something.

"I know Rob—Mr. Johnson here. He's a nice guy during Saturday; newspaper day."

"Chase is a very well behaved child when getting my mail. I always insist him to not to, but...oh him, he wouldn't understand!" All. Just. A. Façade.

"I insist because of our other neighbors that might steal his morning newspaper. An angry Mr. Johnson without his latest update about the world is a very grumpy one." I laugh – just all a game.

"Of course!" Mrs. Elliot finally speaks. "Well, I should introduce you to the rest of the class then, Mr. Johnson." Mrs. Elliot smiles at me and heads to the front of the classroom.

"You fucking wimp-shit." He hisses at me.

"Shut the hell up queer-fag." I whisper harshly back.

He snares at me like some wild animal and follows Mrs. Elliot like the obedient dog he is.

This is soooo going to be a long year.

Goddamn it! Why isn't Talia here yet?