EricFin de la pause déjeuner
Eric avait passé la majeure partie de sa pause avec Jem, son ami semblait être un peu anxieux au sujet de son travail, étant donné que le concert était en train d'arriver. Personne ne pouvait vraiment le remarquer sauf Eric, la façon dont ses épaules étaient tendues toujours si légèrement, ou comment il vous regardait avec ses yeux dorés une seconde plus longtemps que la normale. Eric était parti et a donné à l'autre professeur une portion de la nourriture qu'il a faite, faisant toujours un peu plus pour le gars. Par la suite, ils ont parlé de ce qui se passait avec le travail, toujours une sorte de brillance sur le sujet de Pierre.
Où était cet abruti heureux? C'était une surprise qu'il ne soit pas venu voir Jem en fait. Le jeune professeur a dû être dans sa chambre, en train de parler de ses expériences à des étudiants trop achalandés à nouveau. Eric parie que c'est la seule fois qu'il apprend ce qu'il voulait. Le garçon semblait penser que l'amusement était la seule chose à faire dans la classe, mais le rire n'a jamais obtenu le travail fait? C'est pas vrai.
Eric a laissé sortir un autre bâilleur et a finalement réalisé que ses bangs étaient toujours en bas. Un éclat de rose poudré ses joues alors qu'il fouillait son sac pour son gel de cheveux soufflé. C'était pas ça, non... où l'avait-il laissé en dernier? Ah, merde... Il s'est rappelé pourquoi il n'avait pas eu le temps de s'en passer ce matin. Après s'être couché tard hier soir, le matin, il a renversé la bouteille sur la tuile et elle s'est ouverte. Le pauvre gars n'avait même pas eu l'occasion de faire plus que nettoyer avant de partir.
Je retourne dans ma chambre. On va bientôt fumer." Avec une petite vague, Eric a quitté Jem pour retourner dans sa chambre. Ça allait être une douleur dans le cul. La plupart des étudiants pensaient que ses cheveux étaient trop soyeux et agréables pour un homme haineux comme lui. Des adolescents dégueulasses avaient même murmuré quelque chose sur... des navires? Qu'est-ce que c'était censé vouloir dire? Tout ce qu'il avait entendu, c'était son nom de famille et quelque chose sur ses cheveux. Définitivement nécessaire pour acheter plus de gel le samedi... Mais d'ici là, il faudrait qu'il sourie et qu'il le porte. Mon Dieu, il détestait les filles.
Une seconde plus tard, Eric est tombé sur la personne qu'il voulait le moins voir. Habillé d'une chemise beige et d'une cravate bleu clair avec ce bébé éternellement jeune visage de son, Peter, l'homme qu'il méprisait beaucoup plus que ces étudiantes de sa jeune fille a comparu devant lui. La collision de Peter avec l'homme plus grand de 4 pouces semblait suffisante pour le pousser au sol. Une réaction instinctive a fait qu'Eric voulait l'aider, mais il n'oserait pas faire ça.
"Professeur Kalenki, bonjour. Je dois dire que le panneau sur votre porte est très... C'est embarrassant de le mettre à la légère."
Pendant ce temps...
Le déjeuner finissait juste pour les étudiants aussi. L'élève de deuxième année de la division d'école secondaire Joe Lionade s'assit sur un pas au bas de l'escalier de l'école d'extrême gauche, un bientôt à finir le smog dans sa bouche. Une foule de délinquants assis ou squatté autour de lui et il ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de sourire un sourire loupé, "Je pense que notre bon professeur a besoin d'un peu de guidage, n'est-ce pas?"
"Oi Lion, qu'est-ce que tu fais?" Une voix cyniquement amicale a été entendue de derrière lui. Tout le monde a regardé vers le haut pour voir l'un des plus vieux de la classe supérieure regarder vers le bas à la rouquine, "Planifier de passer un bon moment? Suis-je invité?"
"S-Sure Alpha", le garçon a étouffé, sa tête se rétrécissant vers son corps.
"Ah. Walker, c'est ça? Je vous laisse l'avoir, amusez-vous" Il a donné une tape à son sous-classeur sur le dos. Tous les autres garçons ont applaudi nerveusement, personne ne voulait gâcher l'Alpha autoproclamé. Personne n'est allé voir le conseiller d'orientation à son sujet. À tous ceux qu'il a frappés, à tous ceux avec qui il a traîné, et à tous ceux qui étaient entre les deux, c'était l'ombre que vous ne pouviez voir que dans l'obscurité.
Name:
Eric Neal Walker
Nickname:
Doesn't have one and don't give him one. At one point his friends from highschool called him, "Mother"
...They were never heard from again.
Called Professor Walker by his students.
Age:
27
Occupation:
Math Teacher
Personality:
Eric is highly jaded to everyone, there is no "try" there is only "do." Why rest and relax when you can get work done? He is also a rather doting person, but he won't admit it. Someone forgets their lunch, he'll give them his and say to eat or they won't be able to work. He is usually yells a lot when he's frustrated and is never able to give proper compliments.
He doesn't even believe he has a child side. When he's by himself he ends up either cleaning the house, getting extra work done, or taking care of his cats. He really does care, but can't seem to express it to anyone but Jem, who he spoils exponentially. He's also an extreme animal person, they flock to him, and that's usually the easiest way to his heart. If animals run away from you, you might as well be dead to him.
Telling others about his problems? That just doesn't happen. If he ever did do it he would say it in the moment. He takes out his stress with work and cleaning so the more dedicated he seems to be, the more stressed he is.
He believes that girls are either cry babies or life suckers, trying to steal everything from their partner. He's never been with a woman and doesn't plan on it until he has to settle down.
Sexuality:
Unknowingly homosexual, the only one he's actually loved is Jem, so he hasn't realized he doesn't like women.
Biography:
When Eric was a young child, about eight years old, he was a mama's boy that loved feminine things. He always wrote cute poems to his mom and helped her out with the chores. A few weeks after he turned eight, Eric and his mother got into a nasty car crash. All Eric's memories up till then were either fuzzy or gone all together and Eric's mother died. The first year or so after the accident, Eric acted almost like a mindless zombie, his father doting on him all the time.
His father decided to get Eric a mother in order to help his son regain his sense of self. He hastily started dating and married a bride four months later that was still in college. She was what one would call a typical sorority girl that couldn't take care of a pet to save her life, much less a child. She leeched off of Eric's somewhat high class father and made him treat her like a princess.
It was his second year of middle school that everything went to hell. He body shot up compared to his fellow classmates almost overnight, growing to the height 5' 11" that he is now. His stepmother took notice of this and started taking an interest. The night of his 13th birthday, his stepmother molested and sexually assaulted him. It was the night he lost his virginity.
He had to keep it a secret from his family and life outside the house. Eric's stepmother had his father wrapped around her finger, there was no way for him to report this was happening. He was assaulted all throughout his middle school years and into his high school years. During Eric's freshman year, his stepmother thought it would be best for him to, 'gain some independence by living by yourself.' He was giving a certain amount of money each month and left to his own devices. Every now and again, his stepmother would come over to use him, further wrecking his mental state.
During middle school, Eric couldn't help notice Jem, his looks and charisma were staggering, even with his stubborn 'bad boy look.' What the boy needed was to become someone like him, someone that could take all the shit he was dealing with and learn to take care of himself. And so Jem didn't seem to interested in their friendship, but that's not how Eric saw it. The boy seemed to be pushing everyone away, trying to keep himself from getting hurt by them. If he did that to everyone, who did he have to lean on? So Eric did everything in his power to become that person, that strong determined friend who would never let you down. He didn't have time to worry about his own problems anymore, he only did what he could for the one he wanted to be best friends with.
Trying to become friends with Jem was no easy feat, he even tried out smoking to have some common ground. Somehow this routine stuck, much to Eric's lungs' and allowance's dismay. The more he realized he had been so used by his stepmother, the more jaded he got through the years. The only one he would connect to was Jem, and love was starting to blossom...
Jem found out during their sophomore year of high school. Eric felt like since Jem had cried his heart out to the him, he should do the same. No, he didn't let Jem do anything about it... but he was able to see the side of Jem he had always longed to see, and that was enough for him at the time.
Eric's last year of high school, his father and stepmother got a divorce. She had grown tired of being the lover of such an older man, and cut ties with the family. Eric couldn't be more relieved, but he was forever traumatized. There was no way he could have sex for enjoyment again or not start shaking if someone got to close to him.
Fears:
-Losing Jem's friendship
-Making mistakes at work
-Never getting his feelings across
-Sex
Appearance:
He stands at 5' 11" with light brown hair and hazel eyes.
Eric weighs 156 pounds, he'll never admit it, but he usually only eats 2 meals a day. He's rather thin, but always covers his slim waist with an extra layer.
Work Attire:
He wears a crisp ironed suit without a vest everyday, only taking his jacket off in the summer. His hair is slicked back at school, though he can never seem to get all of his bangs to stay back. He doesn't need glasses, but in his first year of working, he wore fake frames.
Outside of Work:
He usually doesn't bother to mess with his hair and stays in a v-neck sweater and khakis when he goes out. At home he gets a lot lazier, wearing a t-shirt and shorts around with sandles and socks (Oh the horror!)
Extra:
Eric lives with three cats, causing his apartment always to be messed up some way. It's a stress reliever to clean up and take care of them, so it's sort of a win-win situation at home.