Manthony // Chase Atlantic One Shots

Highschool (B)romance Part 1

>Time frame: 2014,  mid July - mid September  

>Short summary: Christian and Mitchel go to the same school in Cairns Australia. Mitchel (12th year) is a somewhat quiet and thoughtful pothead, and Christian (11th year) is a somewhat popular delinquent. In the previous year, Mitchel failed a class, so he ended up having to take it again. They're in the same class, and so, a new High School friendship begins. 

>Word count: 1844

> I did my best to make it as accurate as possible with the school years and stuff because the education system in Australia is really different from where I'm from :')

>This part is kinda long lmao

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Christian's POV: 

Christian sat in the back of the over-heated classroom, resting his heavy head on his desk. His teacher stood at the front of the classroom, droning on about God knew what. Hair stuck to the back of his neck, and he willed the rotating fan to blow in his direction. It didn't. At least he didn't have to wear a uniform. 

The blond-haired-boy tapped his foot to the beat of a song he didn't know that was stuck in his head since that morning. He just wanted to go home and sleep. 

"Mr. Anthony-?" His teacher called from the front of the classroom. Christian didn't even hear his words. Instead, he was lost in his own world, dreaming of the clear freshwater at the beach...

"Christian!" He heard his teacher that time. He shot upwards, straightening his back. "What?" He asked, running the back of his hand across his sweaty nose. His teacher approached him, textbook in hand. 

"Do you want to tell me the answer to question 3?" He asked. Christian swallowed, briefly glancing at the board. "Uh, not really," he replied, turning back to his teacher who now stood towering over him. The students around him giggled at his reply. 

"Well then, maybe you should be paying attention," the teacher said, and swiveled around on his heals. "Get up, Mr. Anthony, and answer question 3." Christian groaned, and slowly rose from his desk. He took his time getting to the board and picked up the marker, staring at the equation written in front of him. He hated Trig with all of his being, and it was only the beginning of the Term. 

"We don't have all day, Mr. Anthony," His teacher impatiently growled. Christian slowly began writing random numbers on the board while his entire class watched. 

"Mr. Anthony,-" his Teacher began. A loud and drawn-out squeaking noise filled the room, interrupting the middle-aged man. The entire class turned around to the back of the room where the noise came from. 

The classroom door had been opened, and a slim boy with spiky hair stood at the frame, holding the door handle. He flinched when the 30 pairs of eyes turned to him. 

"Shit," he mumbled under his breath. 

Mitchel's POV:

Everyone stared at Mitchel. The skinny boy self-consciously scratched his neck, and adjusted his t-shirt.  

"Can I help you?" The middle aged man that held a thick textbook in his hand asked. Mitchel assumed that he was the teacher. "Uh, I'm supposed to be here," he began, and fumbled in his backpack for the white slip of paper that the nice lady at the front desk gave him. 

"Then why are you here?" the teacher asked. He walked up to the boy, snatching the paper out of his hand, and skimming it quickly. "I'm re-taking the class," Mitchel replied, and glanced at the students who still stared at him. The teacher flicked his eyes back up at Mitchel.