Capture The Moment (boyxboy)

Chapter 2: Stay or go

"Why are you here if you know the basics?"

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"You again." 

Clark looks up to see the same man he had crashed into a few moments before.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving." Clark replies, clutching his satchel close to his chest. 

"Already? Don't tell me you are in the wrong class." The man laughs with amusement. 

So it would be around now that Clark should have said, 'Yes. Yes I am in fact in the wrong class. I should be in the Spanish class, I missed the message about the room change, my apologies.' 

But there was something about  the man which got Clark so wound up that in fact what he actually comes out with is, "No, do you think I'm an idiot or something? I just need to make a call." He goes to move around the other male, but he blocks his way. Clark moves to the other side, but he again blocks his access. "Excuse me....please." He manages to utter through gritted teeth, but the male doesn't budge, only taking a large step into the classroom, making Clark step back inside, before the other male closes the classroom door behind him. 

"Rule number one..." He says loud enough for everyone to hear while his gaze is still fixed on Clark. "...Once I am in the room, the class begins. Take a seat Mr Layton." 

Clark looks at the male before him, blocking his escape. It's as if they are having some kind of staring competition before Clark finally accepts his fate. He was now a student of cookery.

He makes his way back to the desk he was once sitting on, as he watches the teacher of this course make his way to the front. He stands stoic in front of the group of culinary students, before introducing himself. "My name is Roshan Heath, I will be your teacher of basic culinary skills for the up and coming weeks at this evening class. It goes without saying that we are all adults, but I would still like you to grace me with the respect as your tutor for the duration." At this last comment. Clark cannot help but snort out a laugh, causing unwanted eyes to fall on him. 

"Do you have something to say Mr Layton?" His newfound teacher questions.

"Maybe?" Clark dares to reply.

This causes Roshan to clear his throat. "Then maybe we should have a conversation after the class." He replies, forcing a smile. This guy wasn't going to make him lose it in front of everyone. "As I said, whilst we are in this class, you will address me as chef."

"Yes chef!" Comes the response from everyone...apart from Clark, who just remains silent, still holding the belief that the respect needed to be earned. 

He has seemingly gotten away with it as Roshan now begins to unbutton his pink cardigan in order to exchange it with some chef whites hanging up inside a small cupboard. "It's good to see most of you are prepared." He continues, referring to those with aprons on, with others hurriedly getting theirs out ready to wear.

Clark knew full well he had no apron with him. He shouldn't have even been there and as much as the guy at the front of the class was irritating him, he didn't want to draw any more attention to himself. He looks at the two lovebirds in front and tries to get their attention. "Hey...pssst..."

The one with the big smile turns around to see Clark stretching over the desk as far as his body will allow. "What is it?" He says, as equally as quiet, not wanting to fall under the same negative spell that Clark had cast himself under. 

"I don't suppose you have a spare apron do you?" He does his best with his cutest smile. This felt like life or death. 

"No, sorry..."

"Oh...I might have something..." The other male replies, as he pulls up his bag from under the desk and proceeds to open it. He eventually pulls out a crumpled apron and hands it over to Clark. "I need it back after though, I have work later." He adds. 

Clark nods and smiles in recognition, "Thanks...um..."

"My name's Ben and this is my boyfriend Tully." Ben says with a smile as he glances over at his boyfriend, who returns the gaze, tapping Ben affectionately under the chin. 

"Thank you Ben. I'll be sure to take care of it. I'm Clark by the way. He replies as he shakes out the crumpled material to reveal yellow and green writing, with the words 'Subway'. He chuckles to himself as he slips the apron over his head and ties it up, seemingly just in time before Roshan turns around in his buttoned up whites. 

"So, lesson one....Eggs." Roshan begins. "The staple of our diet. The most versatile food going." As Roshan talks he picks up a large basket full of them and begins to walk around the room. "Today we are learning how to fry an egg." He offers the basket for people to take an egg from it, working his way around the room, finally stopping at Clark's table. 

"So, Mr Layton.  Can you fry an egg?" Roshan asks as he offers the basket over to Clark. 

Was this a trick question? Clark didn't know how best to answer. "Of course I can." He decides upon. Did the guy think he was totally useless? 

"Then why are you here if you know the basics?" Roshan replies, a little smirk present on his lips. 

Clark squints his eyes at Roshan in annoyance. "Like you said, there are many ways to use eggs. I don't know them all." 

"I see." Roshan says, raising an eyebrow. "Well I look forward to your perfect yellow sunshine sitting on a fluffy cloud."

Clark doesn't respond. In truth, the only thing he had ever done with eggs was eat them."