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 ▫  ▫  _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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Oh, for Heaven’s sake, giving the cupcake to Oz was the worst decision he’d ever made in his life! Gilbert wished he could go back in time and prevent himself from ever doing something so stupid. He must really be a masochist, to think such a thing would be a good idea in the first place. Really, given the way his luck had been thus far, what did he think would happen – that Oz would just eat the cupcake like a normal boy, and not take the opportunity to torture Gilbert? Whether he was innocent or not, it was just plain cruel.
“Hm? What’s wrong, Gilbert?”
As if you don’t know, you little devil! It was what Gilbert wanted to say, but of course he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it. The doe-eyed look the boy was giving him wasn’t helping to convince Gilbert that he was a conniving little brat. Again Gilbert cursed his luck, and his own stupidity while he was at it.
“Nothing,” he said quickly, although the true answer was anything but ‘nothing’. One glance at the older man’s face gave that away perfectly clearly.
A pink tongue poked out past Oz’s lips and Gilbert watched, mesmerized, as it licked away a tiny dot of frosting on the corner of his mouth. He gulped and shifted his legs awkwardly, his sandwich falling from his hands – completely forgotten. When he answered Oz’s next question, his voice sounded distant – as if he was lost inside a fantasy. “I’m... fine...”
The bell rang, an answer to Gilbert’s many silent prayers, signaling the end of the lunch period and jerking Gilbert violently from his thoughts. And as he recalled where his mind had been wandering, Gilbert flushed and scrambled to his feet, intent on not letting Oz catch his gaze. Thank god the period was over. Gilbert could put this whole mess behind him; take it as a lesson learned, and never agree to eat lunch with Oz Bezarius again.
Of course, he knew deep down that should Oz ever ask for his company, for lunch or anything else, he could never deny him; but for now Gilbert pretended as if he had the willpower to resist.
Gathering his half-eaten sandwich and the apple, he tossed them back into the paper bag to save for later. Then, steeling himself, he turned to face Oz.
What should he say? He couldn’t just leave without saying anything, that would be far too rude. “Uh...” Thanks for inviting me? No, it wasn’t a date or anything; that would sound stupid. Thanks for the meat? ...Definitely not. Damn it! He really was no good at this sort of thing. “S-see you in homeroom.”
God, what was that?! Worst parting words either! Not only were they lame but the reinforced the student-teacher boundaries – which, if one thought about it, probably wasn’t a bad thing; those boundaries were made for a reason – but Gilbert hated to think about it.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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“One of our family’s cooks made it...”
The image of he loving household Gilbert had conjured just minutes ago became skewed very suddenly at the single comment. Of course, he couldn’t exactly jump to any conclusions with just that one sentence, but it had reminded Gilbert an awful lot of his own childhood: meals prepared by the servants, parents always too busy to bother with such things, family dinners a rarity. It hadn’t been the worst childhood, but it certainly hadn’t been the best, either, and Gilbert only hoped that Oz was surrounded by more love in his home than Gilbert had been growing up with the Nightrays.
Many of the students that attended Pandora Academy came from wealthy families that could afford hired help; Gilbert reminded himself of this. Just because a family was rich did not mean the home was a cold environment where the parents neglected their children.
“My compliments to them,” he said absently, reaching for his sandwich and taking a bite out of it distastefully. Compared to the freshly cooked meat, it really wasn’t anything spectacular; Gilbert had to keep from showing his disappointment as he continued to eat.
Only when he noticed Oz move – to take the cupcake into his hands – did Gilbert look back at him. Unless his eyes deceived him (and he surely hoped they weren’t; he was too young still to have his eyes start to fail him already) a fain blush colored Oz’s cheeks prettily. Gilbert’s heart skipped a beat as he tasted his first victory the entire afternoon. Finally, after all the times Oz reduced him to a flustered mess, he was able to get back at the boy!
... But it was a short lived victory, as Gilbert soon learned. After finishing his bento Oz did indeed move on to eat the cupcake, but he did not do so in a normal fashion. Rather than taking a bite out of it, Oz dipped his index finger into the butter-cream frosting, coating it rather nicely before popping it into his mouth. Gilbert’s eyes nearly doubled in size, choking on air as Oz actually began to suck the frosting off. He coughed several times, placing a hand over his mouth and turning his heated face away from the decidedly un-innocent sight.
... There was NO way the boy didn't know what he was doing. Not with the little sound he let out as he continued with the cupcake.
“D-don’t do that!” he snapped, once his coughing fit had ceased and his cheeks returned to a more natural color.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Fri Nov 27, 2009 6:00 pm
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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The food certainly did look delicious. That was the only though Gilbert allowed to cross his mind – shoving all the dirtier responses he’d come up with into the farthest recesses, from which they would hopefully never resurface. Oz was such a sweet boy, he really mustn’t be aware of the things he said; Gilbert hated himself for continually twisting the words of an innocent child.
When the chopsticks were not placed into his hand as expected, Gilbert turned slightly to face the younger male – only to end up with a small chunk of meet pressing against his lips. What was Oz – could he really –?
“Open wide~!”
Holy s**t, the kid was actually feeding him! Like... like a baby, or a lover (the latter option certainly more favorable, although both made the color drain from Gilbert’s face). This was simultaneously a dream come true and his worst nightmare. A dream come true, for obvious reasons; his heart fluttered in his chest as Oz pressed the chopsticks more insistently against his lips, a silent order to part them. A nightmare, also for obvious reasons; each second longer he spent in Oz’s company, he felt himself falling harder for the boy. Damn it, why was this happening to him?!
Trying not to let his inner turmoil show, Gilbert finally obeyed and opened his mouth, letting Oz feed him. “I-I can feed myself, you know,” he said, voice more gruff than he intended, as he chewed on the meat. It was just as delicious as it looked. Swallowing he peeked over at Oz again, wondering if he should give the boy the satisfaction of telling him that.
Well, what was the harm? He was already eating on the rooftop alone with Oz, letting Oz feed him; why not give in to another of the boy’s whims? Besides, the meat truly was delicious; far better than the plain sandwich he ate every day.
“It’s really good,” he replied honestly, golden eyes focusing on the floor, their owner too embarrassed to catch Oz’s gaze. Another breeze swept over them and Oz reclined against the chain fence, looking peaceful and beautiful; Gilbert didn't know how it was possible for a boy to be so beautiful.
He ran his fingers through his hair again, sighing. Idly, Gilbert wished he had something to give to Oz in return for sharing his food. The sandwich wouldn’t do; it truthfully wasn’t that good, especially when compared to Oz’s homemade bento. The apple Gilbert was looking forward to eating after the sandwich. Besides, giving a kid an apple probably wouldn’t be much appreciated.
It was then that Gilbert remembered the cupcake from Vincent. He reached for the paper back, removing the plastic bag and tearing the note off of it.
“Um...” he began unsurely, cheeks heating up again. Damn it, why was he blushing so much?! He was like a schoolgirl... “Here!”
Gilbert shoved the cupcake into Oz’s lap before turning away again and taking a large bite of his sandwich to make it appear as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. He chewed slowly, avoiding Oz’s gaze at all costs, not yet sure what to say to explain himself.
After swallowing, he finally managed to utter quietly: “Y-you don’t have to eat it. Just... if you want it.”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Fri Nov 27, 2009 6:47 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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As Oz revealed his lunch, Gilbert couldn’t help a tiny smile from appearing on his face. It was a bento, hand-packed most likely by Oz’s parents. He could just picture a dutiful young woman, who probably looked a great deal like the boy sitting beside him, packing the lunch lovingly for her son before he awoke every morning. To think Oz came from such a household made Gilbert happy, especially considering his own home life hadn’t been the best. At the age of fifteen he and his younger brother Vincent had been adopted by the Nightrays, a wealthy family very much invested with social appearances.
To make a long story short, the servants of the family were more parental to Gilbert and his brother than their foster parents. Not that they were ever treated badly – quite the contrary, they were given practically whatever they wanted, something Vincent was still spoiled from to this day – they were just never... really a part of the family. Gilbert moved out the instant he could afford a place of his own, Vincent following suit, having developed a sort of separation anxiety during their years in the orphanage. Getting him to move out of the dinky two-bedroom apartment was still something Gilbert hadn’t managed to accomplish.
As if to prove the point that he was there to stay, Gilbert found an addition to his lunch that he had not packed: a plastic bag containing a miniature cupcake. A small note taped to the bag, the elegant penmanship undoubtedly Vincent’s.
‘Eat me!’ the note read, followed by Vincent’s signature.
Another person he would never truly understand...
Grimacing, Gilbert set the cupcake back inside the bag and looked back over at Oz in time to see the boy clasping his hands together, as if in prayer.
“Itadakimasu!”
Gilbert echoing the word, smiling at the boyish energy Oz possessed. Even just eating his lunch, he was so full of energy. As he unwrapped his sandwich, Gilbert wished that he could borrow some of it. He took the first bite of his lunch with about as much enthusiasm as a teenager taking a final exam in his worst subject. Turkey and Swiss, pretty much the same thing he ate every day; nothing special, nothing to get excited about.
Really, Gilbert didn’t see anything about himself at all that was worth getting excited about. This made him wonder yet again why exactly Oz wanted to have lunch with him in the first place. He wasn’t an interesting guy; just an average teacher. They probably had nothing in common. So why..?
“Gilbert, would you like to try my meat?”
The tone of voice, the sweet smile on his face... hair glowing in the sunlight with all the radiance of an angel’s halo... There was no way Oz could realize – no way he could actually know that his words...
In an instant Gilbert’s face turned a brighter shade of red than a tomato, the color reaching to the tips of his ears and even spreading down his neck – quite possibly the fiercest blush Oz had ever procured from him.
“O-OZ!” he gasped, voice jumping almost an octave. “Th-that’s--!”
Oh crap, what could he say? If Oz truly didn’t realize the implication in his words it would only make Gilbert look like a huge pervert. And he wasn’t! He really wasn’t, but... when someone said something like that, any healthy grown man’s imagination would wander!
Gilbert fumbled for an answer. “Y-you... I... that is, I mean—I’d...” completely lost, he allowed his voice to trail off and instead held out his hand for whatever it was Oz wanted to offer (hopefully just the chopsticks)
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Fri Nov 27, 2009 5:25 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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Again calling him Mr. Nightray. The title really shouldn’t upset him the way it did. If it really bothered him to be addressed as Mr. he could have requested his students call him by his first name – there were plenty of teachers at the school who allowed that level of informality both inside and outside the classroom. Gilbert had just never seen it as respectful for students to speak to their professors that way. Children should treat there elders with respect, and all that. ... He just never thought he’d feel so much like an elder at the age of twenty-four.
Would it be okay if he told Oz to call him by his first name? Oz could take it the wrong way, and if he told any of his friends all of them would take it that way, as well. That would lead to a scandal Gilbert knew he wouldn’t be emotionally prepared to face. So he decided against the idea, nodding his head at the greeting even if it made him feel like a lecherous old man.
Luckily Oz started speaking again, answering Gilbert’s question. He said he was fine, and he was still smiling as happily as he had been earlier, which would lead anyone to believe he was telling the truth. However, as Gilbert stared at the boy’s mouth (yes, yes, he admitted it; he was staring!) he noticed the corner twitch.
A forced smile, then. Just what about it was forced? Was Oz truly not happy to be there with him; was it perhaps just a prank his friends coerced him into, after all? Or was there an underlying problem that had nothing to do with their lunch or their statuses as teacher and student? Yet again Gilbert found the need to comfort Oz. He wished he could take the boy into his arms, tell him that everything was going to be fine and that he could tell Gilbert exactly what was troubling him, if anything indeed was.
A cool breeze blew across the school grounds, ruffling Gilbert’s already untamed hair. Smiling gently down at Oz, Gilbert nodded his head, running a hand through tangled raven locks in an attempt to smooth them. “Yes,” he agreed. A good day to eat outside.”
Gilbert took another step forward but hesitated, unsure of where to situate himself. Again, he didn’t want to do anything he might regret later, and sitting too close to the boy might be one of those things. Sitting across from him would be uncomfortable, though; Gilbert’s back wasn’t what it used to be, so the support of the chain-link fence would be appreciated.
An invitation came in the form of Oz patting the ground beside him. Gilbert hesitated a moment longer before deciding to take up the offer. If Oz suggested it, there was no way he could be uncomfortable with the proximity.
Just as he was about to sit, the whispering of his own name made him freeze abruptly. Golden eyes widened, Gilbert gaping down at the younger male, unsure of what to feel about this. On one hand, he loved hearing Oz say his name; the way the syllables rolled off his tongue sent a pleasant tingle down Gilbert’s side. On the other hand, as a teacher who wasn’t supposed to have any feelings towards a student, how should he react to this? Should he reprimand Oz, or let it slide like one of the ‘cool’ professors might?
There were probably a multitude of ways Gilbert could have calmly handled the situation. However, being Gilbert, all that managed to come out of his mouth was a jumble of incoherent stutters, half-hearted protests that could never be taken seriously.
Flustered and very aware that he was making a fool out of himself, Gilbert shut his mouth, crossed his arms tightly over his chest, and jerked his head to the side to avoid Oz’s mirthful gaze. Without another word, and still looking away from the boy, he dropped to the ground. Long legs – much longer than Oz’s – slid out in front of him. Gilbert tried not to heed the difference, focusing instead on stiffly unpacking the contents of his bagged lunch, which included (as Oz predicted) a meager sandwich and an apple. Gilbert glared at the food, as if it was the reason for his incapability to speak like a normal person in front of Oz.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Fri Nov 27, 2009 2:45 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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Almost every fiber of Gilbert’s being (the exception: his heart, which thumped wildly in anticipation) screamed that this was a bad idea. Eating lunch with Oz would only land him further in the grave he’d been digging for himself ever since the boy arrived and captured his interest. No good could come from it. Sure, he would get to spend time with Oz privately, outside the classroom setting; he wouldn’t have to act quite like Oz’s superior. At the same time, however, he couldn’t fully be himself, either, given the risk of someone else spotting them on the roof. Being alone with Oz would only make him crave the boy more than he already did; he’d want to spend more time with him in informal settings and that... that just wasn’t possible.
Nevertheless, he made his way to the nearest stairwell, trying to keep a neutral façade on his face so that it at least seemed as though he wasn’t about to breech acceptable teacher/student etiquette.
A horrible thought crossed Gilbert’s mind halfway up the stairs: what if Oz wasn’t there when he arrived? What if the whole thing was just a joke, a prank egged on by other students? Gilbert recalled the hard-to-read smile on Oz’s face and realized that such a possibility wasn’t unfeasible. As much as Gilbert didn’t want to think of Oz in such a light, he was just a high school boy – and high school boys were prone to mischief and making fun of their professors.
Oh, this had to stop! Here he was, worrying himself to near-hyperventilation because of a kid! Where had his dignity gone? His self-respect as a man?! He’d never been extremely prideful but this was ridiculous! If Oz wasn’t on the roof when he arrived then... then Gilbert would just chalk it up to another victory for his students, go back down to his classroom and eat lunch alone as he’d originally intended. Really, it would probably be better for Gilbert in the long run if Oz didn’t show up; at least then he could put this silly fantasy behind him.
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this... It was not going to be enjoyable. Not in the least bit; this, Gilbert was already certain of.
As he pushed open the door to the rooftop and took one quick scan of the area, however, he realized all his fears were unwarranted. Standing not too far away was Oz, his golden hair shining in the bright afternoon sunlight; he was staring down at the courtyard below, and Gilbert had to wonder what he was thinking about. There was a smile on his face, as usual, but Gilbert wondered if he was second-guessing his decision to have lunch with a teacher.
“Oz,” he greeted softly, uncertainly, making his way over to the boy. He stopped still a good distance away from Oz and glanced down at the students below, nervous one of them would look up at just that moment. Standing too close to Oz might give the wrong idea... “Are you all right?” It was asked more out of a lack of anything else to say than actual worry.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Thu Nov 26, 2009 5:32 pm
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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When Oz didn’t respond right away, Gilbert made the mistake of glancing over at him. The pout on the young boy’s face made the professor itch to reach out and embrace him, tell him that he’d do anything to bring a smile back to his lips. Upsetting Oz was the last thing Gilbert wanted to do; he quickly righted himself, sliding the packet of cigarettes back into his pocket as he mumbled a near-silent apology under his breath.
“I would rather eat lunch with you.”
Another blush spread across Gilbert’s cheeks, this one darker and nearly reaching his ears. How mortifying... if anyone were to walk by and see, who knows what sort of conclusions they would draw. None of them would be wrong, where Gilbert was concerned, but Gilbert feared more for Oz’s reputation than his own. If gossip spread about him being involved with a teacher (even if it was, sadly, a false rumor) it would destroy his entire high school career. Gilbert just had to tell him ‘no’ – explain calmly that it was inappropriate for a teacher and student to do such a thing together, and Oz would have to understand.
... It would make him unhappy, though.
Biting down on his lower lip, Gilbert weighed his options. No matter how he looked at it, upsetting Oz was the worst possible result, in Gilbert’s opinion.
Really, how could Oz reduce him – a grown man – to such a pathetic, submissive state? Gilbert had never been especially dominant, personality-wise, but usually he had full reign of his emotions. But Oz completely immobilized him; he could be asking Gilbert to jump out the window and Gilbert would happily do so to keep him smiling.
“I... I just don’t think—” he tried again, only to have Oz interrupt him.
“How about on the roof top? It’d just be us.”
It’d just be us...
So, so tempting. Did Oz really have no idea what he was saying? Gilbert stole another look at his round face, trying to find some hint of devilry, trickery, but there was nothing. Oz’s smile was always a mischievous one; Gilbert could never tell when he was up to something or when he wasn’t.
Naive or not, Oz had him trapped. He was all smiles again as he turned and proceeded out the door. Gilbert started after him, a hand raised to stop him – after all, he couldn’t really agree to this, could he? – but Oz was gone before he even had a chance, and Gilbert was left just staring out the open door, expression a mixture of exasperation and worry. After a moment, as his hand lowered back down to his side, both of those emotions faded into something completely different: giddiness.
It was a like a schoolgirl going on her first date.
... Gilbert tried not to let the analogy cross his mind, but it eventually did and he hung his head, an entirely new level of pathetic-ness settling over him.
With a sigh, he grabbed his bagged lunch from the desk drawer and headed toward the roof.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Thu Nov 26, 2009 5:44 am
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Experimentally Gilbert shook the small box, as if the sound alone could tell him how many cigarettes remained inside. It was something he did sometimes when he felt his thoughts start to overwhelm him. The sound had a strange, calming effect – as if the cigarettes were saying, it’s okay, we’re here for you. Indeed, there were many times and many reasons Gilbert doubted his own sanity, and this was certainly one of them; nevertheless, just like smoking itself it was no longer a habit he restrained.
He opened the window with his left hand, and with his right flicked the packet in a well-practiced way that released one slender stick, which he caught between his index and middle fingers. The sound of children talking and laughing filtered up from the courtyard below, and Gilbert surveyed passively. There were pretty girls – almost all of them in skirts shorter than Academy rules allowed – and pretty boys, too, but... he felt nothing when he looked at them. As was proper.
Why, then..? Why was it only –
"It's not good for your health to smoke, Mr. Nightray.”
Gilbert jumped, the all-too-familiar voice taking him off guard and making his heart leap into his throat. The cigarette flew from his hand out the window as the packet fell to the ground with a soft thud as he quickly spun around. There was no need to look to see who had snuck up on him; Gilbert knew the voice anywhere, just as he knew the mischievous grin that would greet him as soon as they made eye contact.
As expected, Oz Bezarius stood before him, hands clasped behind his back in a picture of youthful innocence Gilbert saw right through. The light streaming in from the open window seemed to enhance the glow that permanently surrounded the boy; Gilbert drew in a long, deep breath in hopes of slowing his accelerated heart rate.
“O-Oz,” he stammered, hating that even speaking was difficult when around the boy. Before he could continue to ask what Oz wanted (and he’d hate to ask, because just thinking the words sent an onslaught of inappropriate responses and images into his mind), the student was already speaking. Gilbert cringed inwardly at being addressed as ‘Mr. Nightray’. It was, of course, what he requested all his students call him, but coming from Oz it was just another reminder of the ten years that separated them. Just another nail on the coffin.
The teasing didn’t register at first. Often he was the source of ridicule among the students, as were many other teachers (whether they knew it or not; Gilbert just happened to be aware of the names he was called behind his back), and usually such insults got a rise out of him. However, when Oz’s words finally settled, Gilbert reacted in a manner not typical of his reputation. A blush appeared on his face (this part was not unusual) and he glanced down at the fallen packet of Marlboros guiltily, completely silent for a moment.
“...You have any plans for lunch today?”
The question was posed harmlessly enough, making Gilbert’s eyes widened slightly beneath his long bangs as he wondered if Oz understood how his words might be misconstrued. For a teacher and student to dine together...
“Oz,” he tried again, about to smile but thinking better of it. He didn’t want to complicate matters any; Oz obviously didn’t understand what he’d said, because he was still just a kid. Oh, but how he wished he could express his true thoughts – that he had no plans, that he would love more than anything to have Oz’s company for much more than just lunch.
Just so he wouldn’t be forced to look at Oz’s face any longer (his will would surely break if he did) Gilbert stooped down to retrieve his pack of cigarettes. “You... you should be eating with your classmates.”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Gilbert Nightray did not pretend to be a man of profound knowledge. He was not the sort of person who slid through life on good fortune. Everything he had (which wasn’t much, but Gilbert didn’t need a lot), he’d earned through years of hard work. Studies did not come easily to him, as they did his younger siblings, and each semester of University had been a fierce battle he struggled to survive. He was not the sort to brag, but two degrees – one History, the other Education – hung on the walls of his office, currently located (along with the other newer teachers’) in the portables adjacent to the main campus.
So Gilbert Nightray could never claim to be a genius, a philosopher, or even a scholar. Far from superior intellect, he was an adequate teacher who sometimes felt insignificant before his own students, only good at what he did because usually (the kids this year severely, and very often, tested his limits) he had an even temper.
He did not possess an astounding mind or memory, and sometimes found himself floundering when presented with a question by one of his own students. However, there was one thing Gilbert Nightray knew for certain.
One-hundred percent, without a doubt, Gilbert Nightray knew... that he was in love with Oz Bezarius.
Oz Bezarius, the golden-haired, sunny-eyed fifteen year old transfer student who may as well have stepped right out of a magazine, given his flawless appearance. Everything about him shone with radiance the likes of which Gilbert had never witnessed, and Gilbert felt refreshed and younger just looking at him and watching him move around in a world he far outclassed in every imaginable way.
This upcoming Monday would mark two week since Oz entered Pandora Academy as well as Gilbert’s mind, where he refused to leave. One week of watching the boy over the rim of his grade book, pathetically pining in the teacher’s lounge in-between classes, and holding his breath whenever Oz walked by –praying his face wasn’t red, that his eyes didn’t give all his immoral thoughts away as he feared they might; as with many other things, subtlety was not among Gilbert’s strong suits. But he tried; damn it, he tried to keep his thoughts from being seduced by emerald eyes and pearly teeth, creamy skin peeking out from a high collar. He really, really tried not to imagine touching him, wondering if his skin was as soft as it looked!
Another thing Gilbert knew: in all the world, there lived not a single man as desperate and loathsome as himself.
“That concludes today’s lesson.”
The lunch bell rang, drowning out most of his words. Not that it mattered, since Gilbert himself hadn’t heard a word of what he’d just been lecturing about (glancing quickly down at his text, he saw that it was apparently the ancient Greeks) and – judging by the expressions on their faces, neither had any of his students.
A sigh escaped his lips as he signaled for them all to leave. They did so, most of them without dawdling, and Gilbert ached for a cigarette. He’d long given up trying to quit (what was the running count of failed attempts now, eight?) and now especially hoped that the bad habit might inflict him with a fatal illness so he would have a reason to quit his job and never have to put himself through the quiet torture of living in a world where so much as looking at his love interest the wrong way might land him in prison.
Out of the corner of his eyes Gilbert watched the students file out of the classroom, and when he figured the last of them were gone he made his way over to the window, unlatching it with one hand and reaching into his back pocket with the other to retrieve his pack of Marlboro.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
____________________________________________________________________ ›› ρrσfεssσr ‹‹
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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