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Post by sean michael cutler on Feb 29, 2012 23:20:15 GMT -5
Sean glanced up, seeing everything, hearing everything. He frowned, anger burning in his eyes. He didn't care who it was, the bitch had no right.
"Hey, leave 'im alone," He snapped, smacking her hand away. "I don't care who you fucking are, if he's of age, you have no right, hm? He's been sitting here studying like a good boy for long enough to deserve some respect." He had put himself between her and her son. Outside of the school, he didn't care how he acted around others.
Blue eyes blazed a bit more, and he allowed them to. "Come on," Voice softer, seductive. "Be good and go somewhere else. He'll come when he's ready, hmm?"
He barely realized the hand laid on the others arm protectively. He had grown up in foster care half his life, wouldn't stand to see this crap.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 29, 2012 23:30:14 GMT -5
Nash watched her walk away, not sure what it was the guy had said. He was so close to Nash it made him nervous. He moved back a bit, nearly tripping on his chair. He braced himself on the table, his heart pounding. 'I'm going to forget how to breathe here in a minute..' He thought. He felt guilty, being attracted to someone else, even if it was only in the guy's nature. 'He doesn't want you.' He thought, looking up at him.
"T-thanks.." He finally managed, the word quiet. His heart pounded a little harder. He slowly lowered himself into his chair, his eyes never leaving the guy. He felt like he was in a trance.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Feb 29, 2012 23:38:12 GMT -5
Sean smiled, nodding, not wanting to seem rude by rambling if the guy couldn't hear. He had used his seduction to make a girl fall in love once. The same one that had landed him in jail. All he had wanted was sex.
Not anymore. Eyes returned to normal, smile lingering before it grew sheepish and he glanced away. He pulled his guitar over, leaning it on the wall, and grabbed his stack of papers. Eyeing the notebook the girl previously had written in, he picked up his own pen and reach for it. 'You're deaf?' His handwriting was neat and calculated, a small but easy to read scrawl.
Eying him curiously, he jotted down 'hope you didn't mind me stepping in there.. Hate to see things like that.'
Sliding it his way again, Sean leaned back in his chair, bringing the pen to his lips and letting it hang almost like a cigarette as he began to look over the next paper, occasionally marking on it.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 1, 2012 0:21:26 GMT -5
Nash looked down at the paper. 'Mostly. I can still hear, but only if you're close. But I'm sick so I can't hear at all. And no, I don't mind. She's just mad at me.' He pushed it towards him, taking a sip of his coffee. He started noting down some more things in his notebook, a yawn escaping his lips.
He laid his head back down on the table, closing his eyes before opening them again and starting on the rest of the chapter. He had two more to go, and was already mentally drained. He sighed, figuring he may as well suck it up. 'Youre in college now. Everything isn't easy.' He thought.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 1, 2012 0:26:26 GMT -5
'I would sign, but I only know the slang and dirty words. I haven't found the time to let my friend teach me more, never had a need for it.' He smiled smiled faintly, adding a smiley as well. 'If you want me to keave you alone, I can. You look busy, college?'
He drew his pen back, writing a score on the top of the vocabulary test and circling it. He was young for a teacher, which was why he didn't completely teach, helping sub and assist those working in electives, anything musical usually. But he did have three classes and private lessons as well, only sometimes with instruments, mainly teaching voice and control in singing.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 1, 2012 1:21:22 GMT -5
Nash looked over at the notebook. He looked for his pen, then found it buried under his notebook. He picked it up in whatever hand he found convenient, and began to write. 'No, you don't have to leave. And yeah, I'm studying human behavior. I have a few chapters to finish. Just got out the hospital.' He didn't feel the need to tell Dylan he had been there. Dylan hadn't talked to him much since he left. He guessed he was mad for prying. He debated whether he wanted to keep the guy. He looked busy, like he could be doing other things. He hesitated a second then wrote under it. 'What do you teach?' He asked, then pushed the notebook back, switching his pen to he other hand as he began taking notes.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 1, 2012 1:26:26 GMT -5
The corner of his mouth lifted as he watched him switch between hands with ease. 'That's a neat subject, sorry about the hospital. Never a fun trip to take if you ask me. As for teaching, I'm a vocal teacher at the high school. Help with the singing and stuff. Mainly private lessons, but I hang around the choir and band rooms during the day, and have three classes of my own.'
He drew his hand back, sorting papers and stacking them up again, before starting on the next file in the folder.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 1, 2012 1:31:06 GMT -5
Nash finished the notes he was taking and turned the page before he looked back at the notebook.
'No.' He wrote in his small handwriting. 'Stopped breathing in my sleep.' He figured it was a good enough story. He didn't feel like mentioning that he had had a pillow held over his face, someone screaming loud enough for him to hear that he was a faggot bound on a wagon to hell. 'I was never any good at anything besides drums.' He switched the pen again, starting on the next chapter. He sighed, realizing he still had two more to go. It was like there was no end in sight. He read bits of the page to himself, writing down a few things.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 1, 2012 1:36:23 GMT -5
Sean finished half his next stack. 'No fun,' He jotted down, seeming to think a moment. 'Are you? That's cool. I think I've had my share of banging on things for quite awhile though.' He drew in a wink, lips tilting up again before he returned to his corrections, finishing off that stack and switching to the choir teacher's first period class. He had offered to grade half of her full amount of tests.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 1, 2012 1:41:11 GMT -5
Nash wasn't quite sure what to say to what he had written. He seemed more uncomfortable with it than anything. The closest he had come to sex was kissing Dylan the other day. He didn't think it was fair, he couldn't have that bond with anyone if / when he got his lungs replaced. But he guessed when you couldn't hear, no one wanted you anyways.
'I wouldn't know.' He wrote simply under it, going quickly back to his notes. He looked up as a tattooed figure walked past, but it was only a guy with dark hair and a little girl. She was cute, her hair a bright red. He sat next to the window with her, and she peered out curiously. Nash smiled at him, then turned back to his work. 'Not all guys with tattoos are Dylan, stupid.' He thought, jotting down a line out of the book.
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