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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 26, 2013 4:48:45 GMT
Milo had always known he had rotten luck. Bad parents, bad city to go into the system, a whole slew of bad foster parents, got arrested constantly, got caught stealing from his gang, got HIV, got bit by a freaking mythical creature he didn't know existed. So who could blame him for expecting the worst?
Still, when his English teacher asked him to run an errand for her, he couldn't help but think the universe was screwing with him on purpose. She'd asked him to take a stack of permission slip fliers to a teacher in the staff offices, and did he know Mr. Gaia, the Spanish teacher?
Boy, did he. That night at the Gateway was still fresh in his mind, and he hadn't had the guts to show his face in class for the past three days. The day after, he'd managed to fake sick and get out of all of his classes, but the last two, he'd just hidden outside while he was supposed to be there.
Still, he wasn't some sort of chickenshit or something. He could give some stupid papers to that idiot. Who cared if he let his teacher nail him in a filthy bathroom for fifty bucks?
God, that really sounded awful.
Milo navigated his way through the teacher offices, slouching and trying to make himself as small and defensive as possible. Finally, he stopped at Mr. Gaia's door, slightly ajar. Deep breath. He knocked and pushed the door the rest of the way open. His eyes fixed on the floor, Milo thrust the papers forward. "Got some stuff I'm supposed to give you," he mumbled.
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 26, 2013 5:02:08 GMT
Alejandro had actually sort of dressed up today. He had to search his wardrobe for this vest, but he had finally found it. He totally wasn't thinking about the fact he wanted to dress up for Zach, either. Nope. Definitely not. He hadn't talked to Zach since the incident and he was feeling more and more horrible about it. He figured he'd go 'round Zach's house tonight or something, so he dressed in something other than a tank because he knew Zach didn't approve of them. He could suffer through a long sleeve dress shirt and a vest for a day.
He was almost done with the work he had for the day when he heard the knock on the door. He looked up to see the person had already entered. When he saw who it was... well. He had to resist the urge to make the small tree in a pot in the back of his room to grow right into his heart. Alejandro spotted the papers and figured someone had sent him. Go figure. "Just put them down, then leave."
[/b] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color]  Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~ |
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 26, 2013 13:59:36 GMT
What had he expected? The guy obviously hated his guts for what had happened. Still, his guilt over the whole incident combined with his whole feeling of off-ness he'd been battling for the past few months had him standing in the doorway with a rather wounded expression. He risked his gaze up toward his teacher.
He shuffled forward and set the papers on the desk, putting him way too close to the man. He should listen. He should just leave. Insted, Milo spoke. His voice felt small. "Look, Mr. Gaia..." Milo swallowed hard and felt himself blushing. "I, um...I mean, I'm..." His voice lowered to a a whisper. "I know how to keep my mouth shut, okay?"
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 26, 2013 18:26:36 GMT
Why didn't people just fucking listen? Why did they have to like.. be stupid. Alejandro was hurting so bad for what he did to the only person he had ever loved and the guy that ruined it for him was here, trying to make amends? That didn't fucking happen. No. Alejandro wasn't going to just let the fucker do this to him. "Yeah. I'm sure you do. For the right price of course. Or is that what you're here for. Run out of money and no one wants to buy you again?"
[/b] Alejandro hissed at the kid before turning back to his desk. He hadn't told Zach, and already the kid was coming to bug him. It was one of the worse things he had ever done, and he can't forget about it. He just... can't. His life was basically like over and that fucking dick face was still bugging him. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~ |
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 26, 2013 18:37:39 GMT
For the record, Milo didn't apologize for things. It just wasn't something he did. Because if he did something, he must have meant it. Going back on his own actions was weak, showed vulnerability. And the sorry look on his face was doing that quite enough for him anyway. He flushed red despite his best efforts to not feel embarrassed about this.
"No," he mumbled. Feeling crappy about this whole thing had actually sent him headlong into various criminal activities in town to keep his mind off of things. He hadn't felt much like drinking lately anyway. That night, he'd bought a pack of cigarettes with the money Alejo gave him and chain-smoked until he threw up. He'd been going easy on the cigarettes since, too, so he was actually more flush with cash than he'd been in a while.
He shifted on his feet, glancing toward the door. He should go. Still, there was this sick sort of twisting in his gut that he really wanted to go away. "I've, um," he murmured. "I've been skipping class, so...I mean, should I...should I just not go anymore?"
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 26, 2013 18:59:18 GMT
Now the kid wanted to know about classes. Alejandro had liked when he wasn't in class. It made it less awkward but it didn't matter. Either way Alejandro's life was ruined and either way he didn't know what to do about telling Zach. "I don't give a shit if you come to class or not. I don't give a shit if you die or not."
[/b] Alejandro told him without looking up. He was done with the fucker. He hadn't wanted to have sex. He had Zach. But he was drunk, and Milo kissed him and Alejandro was just plain stupid. He couldn't redo the past, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let his past be a part of his future. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~ |
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 26, 2013 19:06:50 GMT
Milo actually flinched at that. It was sort of harsh. He knew the guy had a boyfriend and stuff and he was probably still upset about the whole 'whore' thing, but he hadn't thought it was that bad. Milo already told him he would keep his mouth shut, so it wasn't like his boyfriend would ever have to find out, right?
Maybe he should have taken Alejo up on that staking when he had the chance. He chewed on his lower lip for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. Alright." He started toward the door but stopped just short. Studying his teacher's dejected face, Milo felt another pang of guilt.
"Look, just forget it ever happened, okay?" he offered softly. "It was stupid. You were really drunk and..." Come on, Milo. It couldn't be that hard. People did this all the time, didn't they? The words came out so quiet they were barely audible. "...and I'm sorry."
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 27, 2013 0:32:40 GMT
Milo just didn't understand. It wasn't something that they could just stay hush hush about. It wasn't something that Alejandro could hide from the person he was in love with. He was a little kid. He would never be able to understand. "Kid. I'm in love with him. I love my boyfriend more than I have ever loved anyone else. You don't get it! I was drunk, and you shouldn't have tried anything on me when I told you no. But I was at blame too. I fucked you. You didn't force me to do it."
[/b] Alejandro told him, a tear falling out of his eye. He dropped the papers he was messing with and looked at the kid. "An apology won't work. I haven't told him yet. But I will have to tell him. I love him too much for him not to know. When I tell him. My life is over, and it's because you wouldn't leave me alone when I told you to. All you are, is a fucking whore."[/b] Alejandro spat the word at him. He was one, and he deserved to be told that several times. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~ |
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 27, 2013 0:43:09 GMT
Love was bullshit. Anyone with half a brain knew that, as far as Milo was concerned. But the look on Mr. Gaia's face...God, it made him feel even worse, if that was possible. He knew he had pushed it. After he got shot down the first time, he hadn't even meant to pursue it, but that kiss was a spur-the-minute impulse. Milo didn't really kiss...ever. It had been strange for him, to be honest. Still, there was only one thing that he knew of that followed kiss, and that was sex.
And now the guy was crying. God, Milo couldn't deal with this. The only reason he didn't run away the second he saw the tear was because Alejo kept talking to him. And once he'd said it, Milo wished he'd run away. The idiot was going to tell his boyfriend? Had Milo seriously just ruined this guy's life?
He was a stupid fucking whore. Whatever sick deity up there had thought up giving his pathetic self eternal life sure had a strange sense of humor. Tears burned at his eyes and a knot formed in his throat. He couldn't stand the way Alejo was looking at him. He pushed a sleeve to his eye before any wetness could gather and failed to suppress a sniffling sound.
"Yeah, I got it," he agreed, voice thick. And he rushed out of the office.
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