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Les élèves se sont précipités dans leurs salles de classe, la cloche tardive sonnant fort dans toute l'école. Dans la classe 212, période 1, 26 élèves ont fait des blagues en groupe. Des cliques de filles jugeant les solitaires, des garçons en train de crier : "Pas d'homo!" Les étudiants sérieux - aussi appelés ceux qui ont le plus de bon sens - étaient en train de sortir leurs devoirs et de vérifier les réponses sur le tableau ou d'écrire les devoirs pour ce soir à partir du tableau noir dans le dos.
Un garçon avec des cheveux rouges teints, des chaînes dans son pantalon, et une boucle d'oreille assise sur son bureau riant, "Woah, hey les gars, n'est-ce pas le professeur Walker un peu tard? Ce vieil homme devient super énervé quand on est en retard d'une demi-seconde, cette pose...
La porte s'est ouverte et un Eric ébloui s'est envolé. "Prenez vos fesses dans vos sièges avant que je les batte noir et bleu!" Il a lâché son lourd sac sur le bureau et a crié à ses étudiants. Des adolescents effrayés se sont infiltrés dans leurs bureaux, la vie menaçante qu'il leur a envoyé donner aux étudiants des bouffons d'oie.
À l'âge de 27 ans, Eric Neal Walker était professeur de mathématiques à l'Académie Blackthorne. Sa troisième année au travail et sa réputation d'impitoyable l'ont conduit à la future première année. L'homme quelque peu désirable gardait généralement ses cheveux léchés en arrière, mais aujourd'hui il était arrivé tard, ayant passé toute la nuit le classement des papiers après avoir dîné dans sa chambre avec Jem. Les filles qui l'avaient traité d'horrible et laid avant de le regarder avec des yeux avides.
Il les a laissés skitter autour, en ramassant les fournitures dont ils avaient besoin pour les cours. « Joseph Lionade, on vous a demandé à plusieurs reprises de faire quelque chose à propos de ces cheveux indisciplinés, qui, avec votre boucle d'oreille et vos chaînes, sont contre la politique scolaire. Avec la punition de l'école, je m'attends à ce que les tests de pratique des chapitres 8 et 9 me soient remis d'ici mercredi. »
Il y eut un moment de silence pendant que toute la classe arrêta de bouger. Ils venaient juste d'arriver à mi-chemin à travers le chapitre 8 et il a dû faire les deux?! La rouquine teinte s'est évanouie, son visage est presque aussi rouge que ses cheveux.
"Quoi? Avec tout le temps que vous allez vous relâcher, ils devraient être assez de temps pour étudier." S'il avait été quelqu'un d'autre, la tête aurait roulé.
Joe était calme pour le reste de la classe et le professeur a continué sa cruauté quotidienne de n'appeler que les étudiants qui semblaient être l'espacement. La classe s'est terminée, en pause et les élèves n'ont pas pu s'empêcher de sortir de la classe.
"M. Lionade, j'espère que vous réfléchirez à nouveau avant d'aller à nouveau contre les règles."
Oh! C'est pas vrai! Eric avait besoin de se dépêcher ou il ne voulait pas avoir une conversation rapide avec Jem.
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.