Un collab entre et.
Eric et Peter
Cela faisait un moment que n'importe quel étudiant avait volontairement marché dans le couloir avec Eric. Lui et Jem étaient tout à fait la marchandise quand ils étaient arrivés à l'école... jusqu'à ce qu'ils découvrent ce qu'était un chauffeur d'esclave Eric. À l'époque, beaucoup d'étudiantes le traquaient, lui et son meilleur ami. Eric se sentait tellement ennuyé par cela qu'il a commencé à utiliser le gel capillaire pour lui lécher les cheveux.
La seule personne qui l'accompagnait dans le couloir était Jem. Voyant l'athlète marcher le long de Peter, il ne pouvait s'empêcher de sentir un bouffon dans sa poitrine. Ce n'était pas comme s'il voulait que ces paresseux bavardent avec lui de toute façon!
"S'il a tant de temps libre, il devrait se concentrer sur l'étude de tous ses sujets pendant le déjeuner, pas les dépenser tous avec vous." Oui, Eric avait remarqué que le garçon pendait tout le temps sur Peter.
"Les enfants sont excités par les labos? C'était clairement non professionnel. À quoi bon faire en sorte que vos élèves soient si excités quand, au lieu de faire l'affectation, ils vont sur leurs téléphones chaque fois que vous vous retournez? Professeur Kalenki, disciple est essentiel pour la classe. Si vous montrez une telle attitude flippant, vous serez piétiné sous leur sillage. Je vous recommande vivement de travailler sur l'organisation de vos habitudes de travail et de ne pas dépenser toutes vos pensées sur la romance. » Un léger rougissement avait germé sur les joues de l'homme alors qu'il réprimandait son collègue. À quoi ressemblerait-il pour faire quelque chose de si mineur pour exciter les élèves? Ce serait un rigolo!
Pierre a glissé les mains dans sa poche, l'épaule légèrement relevée. Il était évidemment inconfortable et ses mains se formaient en poings dans ses poches. Ces doux yeux bleus de l'océan regardaient vers l'avant avec un peu de frustration s'échappant dans les orbes normalement patients. Eric allait vraiment l'empêcher de reparler avec Jem, comme c'est affreux. L'amertume a contaminé les poumons de Pet, rendant sa poitrine terriblement comprimée. "Peut-être," dit-il avec une netteté à son ton que même il n'était pas habitué à, "Peut-être qu'ils ne seraient pas sur leurs téléphones "à chaque fois que vous vous retournez " si vous les engagez réellement." Le jeune professeur n'était pas à l'aise de laisser ses irritations obtenir le meilleur de lui comme ça. Il a pris une profonde respiration et a ensuite essayé de ramener son sourire. "J'aimerais vraiment aller voir Jérémie maintenant, si vous voulez bien m'excuser...". Il a utilisé le nom complet de Jem comme une sorte de courtoisie pour Eric, espérant que cette gentillesse a fait ressortir la bonté.
Peter voulait vraiment partir.
Si Eric n'avait pas essayé de garder son visage tout à fait neutre, le professeur aurait probablement riposté au retour de Peter. Comment l'un d'eux a-t-il rendu Math amusant de toute façon? Il aimerait voir Peter essayer. Le mâle plus petit semblait être sur le bord à cause de son éblouissement désapprouvant, mais faisait en fait quelques déclarations de retour assez douloureuses. Eric savait que son collègue était l'un des professeurs préférés des élèves, lui et ce conseiller d'orientation extrêmement peu professionnel, un peu détesté, et qui avait toujours râpé à ses cordes de cœur. Ce qu'il faisait était vraiment mieux? Toutes ces pensées décourageantes l'envoyaient dans une fureur. Pourquoi Pierre ne voyait-il pas qu'il était l'homme de Jem, il était l'homme de stabilité.
Son visage est devenu plus rouge et il a fermé la distance entre lui et Pierre. Le seul endroit où l'autre professeur pouvait aller était en arrière, son dos à la rencontre du mur. C'est une chance que tous les étudiants soient encore en train de déjeuner, ce qui aurait pu provoquer une émeute de la part de ces hooligans. D'une main, il bloqua les bons moyens d'évasion de Pierre, le chemin de Jem, de l'autre, il se tendit contre le mur au-dessus de l'épaule de l'homme plus petit.
"Je ne conseillerais pas d'avoir de la chatte avec moi, professeur Kalenki." Avant son blush avait été proéminent comme il a fait son mouvement scandaleux vers son collègue, mais maintenant son expression était un masque froid avec une fronce distinguée, "Vous pensez peut-être que vous êtes meilleur que moi quand il s'agit d'exciter vos étudiants, mais sachez que vous n'êtes pas près de la moitié aussi bon quand il s'agit de savoir quoi que ce soit sur mon meilleur ami. Un garçon sans épines comme toi n'est pas près de lui. »
La mâchoire de Pierre s'est raidie et il s'est penché contre le mur avec une légère bosse. Ses mains glissent de ses poches, accrochent ses poings encore plus serrés que ses ongles creusés dans ses paumes. Il a avalé dur et a regardé dans les yeux de l'autre homme dur. La douleur était cachée derrière son masque alors qu'il murmurait tranquillement. "Vous êtes une personne intolérable..." Il s'est levé un peu plus haut alors, ce qui ne signifiait pas beaucoup comme Eric avait quelques pouces sur lui. Sa voix s'est refroidie. "Tu dis que tu es tellement mieux que moi et pourtant je suis toujours celui qui est avec Jem. Qu'est-ce que ça dit de toi?" Il en avait marre de la merde d'Eric.
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.