[CLOSED] turn me up all the way.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc walked into the gym, his earphones in his ears. He played with his iPod, paying no attention to what he was doing. His seat time was to come sit in the gym and do whatever the gym teacher wanted today. Not that he had ANY intentions of doing that. But he would sit there.

"Like oh oh oh.." He sang, sitting down on the third row of the bleachers. He looked around, his teeth in his lip. He turned his iPod to the side, and started to play Angry Birds, chewing so hard on his lip he nearly made it bleed.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan sighed, shaking his head as he left the office behind, just finishing dealing with a fight Dyson had got himself into with some other guy. He led him up to the library and sat him down before heading back down towards the gym, knew Lucas was supposed to be staying after.

He could make him run laps, he supposed, or maybe basketball.. His pager beeped, and he glanced down at the alert that the case of what had happened to a bunch of little kids had been solved, and the guy had been taken to the hospital. Shrugging, he shoved his phone back in his pocket as he stepped into the gym.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"Oh, motherfuck!" He grumbled, drawing his eyebrows together. He sighed, starting the level over. He finally got fed up, and turned back on his music. He looked up at the gym teacher and groaned inwardly. 'What the fuck is with all the hot teachers around here?!' he thought, leaning back defiantly against the bleachers. He couldn't help thinking if him and Dyson weren't almost an item, he would be all over this guy.

He turned his music up loud enough so you could hear the music, the bass pounding in his ears. He eyed the teacher head to toe, debating whether messing with him would be worth Dyson chewing him out.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan watched him curiously as he turned his music up, then approached and sat down beside him, plucking the headphone from his left ear as he stretched out his legs. "Stuck with me, huh?" He smirked. "You know, I could make you go ahead and run laps, or do push ups of something until you pass out. Or you can help me paint the locker room, because apparently they have to choose the guy who is already busy enough to do the job."

He patted his shoulder, getting up, and hauled several cans of pain and some brushes from the storage room, followed by a few old sheets.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"If I pass out, are you CPR certified?" He asked with a smirk, turning his music down a bit. He couldn't help it. He had to. "Do I /look/ like I took art to you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. But he got down off the bleachers anyways, grabbing a couple cans of paint. He was wary about rounding the corner, sure that he would still see his blood on the floor from the rape. But it was gone.

He walked back out and grabbed a few more, setting them down next to the others. "You have a screw driver or are we not trusting me with long, hard objects which could or could not inflict pain?" He smirked again, shoving his hands in his pockets.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Sure do," Ryan winked, grabbing the sheets and following him into the locker room. He laid them out, smirking over his shoulder at Lucas at the comment before unlocking his office and fishing around for a moment.

finding a screw driver, he pulled it out and handed it over, grabbing the brushes and rollers before picking up a few stray clothes and tossing them into the office out of harms way, moving for the white board and lifting it off the wall with a grunt since it wasn't a full size, just enough to write game plans on. He set it inside as well, slipping out of his jacket,

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"Oh, look. We have faith in me." He smirked, tucking it into his back pocket. He pulled off his jacket and his shirt, not caring it his jeans got paint on them. They already had some from when he painted his dad's house a couple years back. He tossed his clothes into the office, then stated laying down the sheets. He moved the cans onto the sheet and popped them open, tossing the lids to the ground.

He walked back over to the teacher, handing him the screwdriver. "Your can popper opener." He said, then walked back over to the paint cans. "So are we going to do this stupid and splash them on the wall or be smart and you know, pour the paint into something? Or did you not get that far?"

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan chuckled. "Patience," He complained, tossing the screw driver back into his desk drawer before pulling off his shirt. He grabbed several of the styrofoam paint platters and stooped to pour paint into each one before grabbing some blue scotch tape. Leaning against the wall, he began to tape all of the windowrims before starting on the door frames.

"Okay, happy now mister?" Raising an eyebrow, he stretched, running a hand through his hair before reaching for a paint roller.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"The name is Luc. With a 'c'. Not a 'k-e'." He said sassily, grabbing one of the rollers. He tucked it into his back pocket, pulling a tray and one of the sheets over to the other side of the wall. He pulled one of the benches over, and stood on top of it. He bent down, rolling the roller into the paint before he started getting the top of the wall.

"I bet you wanted me to do this. You told the office you needed help just to get me in here. I know you did. You don't have to lie." He teased, trying to get a reaction out of him.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan grinned faintly. "Yeah, because I loveee to bring my students in the back and seduce them." He dipped his roller in paint, starting on another wall. "I'm pretty sure I have a badge I would rather not lose, right now."

He didn't know why he still worked for them. He didn't enjoy it anymore, and it took so much time from his life. Maybe being busy all the time put the loneliness at bay though, the memories.