Capture The Moment (boyxboy)

Chapter 19: Ousted

"I told a lie."

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"So that concludes our lesson for today." Tutor Raphael says as he places the lid back on his white board marker.  He pops it in the chest pocket of his jacket, looking across the room at his students, seemingly paying more attention to two students in particular, with one giving off a covert smile, whilst the other was throwing daggers. 

"Is it me or is he checking me out?' Morton questions, as he leans a little closer to Oliver's ear to ask, still not averting his eyes from the gaze. 

The question makes Oliver snap out of his own personal feelings about the matter as he turns to look at a half-smitten Morton. "I imagine he is." Oliver concludes with a sigh as he stuffs his bag with his belongings and gets up from his seat. 

Morton now turns to look up at  Oliver as he takes his leave. "Hey, where are you going? I thought we were going for some fried chicken after this?" 

"I don't feel too well, I've lost my appetite." Oliver replies as he looks at his tutor one last time before heading towards the door, leaving Morton momentarily wondering if Oliver was ok and if he should follow.

His attention is soon diverted when he hears a deep, raspy sounding "Hey." Radiate through his ear drums. There, standing by his desk was none other than his tutor, looking down over him with an air of dominance. 

"H...hi." Morton manages to stammer back. There surely couldn't have been more than a few years between them, but Morton could not get the teacher-student vibe out of his mind, which for some reason gave him a bit of a thrill. 

"I might need to visit your bookstore again. I need to brush up a little on my French poetry." Raphael says with the addition of a seductive smile. 

"French, huh?" Morton says, trying to match Raphael's seductive nature, though in reality, he had no clue as to what the fudge he was going to follow the line with. Thankfully, Raphael filled the blank spaces. 

"The French language is very sensual,' they say. Especially coupled with a romantic anecdote." He didn't need to do it. Go all out with the light brush of his tongue over his upper lip, But it seemed Raphael was fluent in more things than just a few languages. 

Morton swallows hard. The act noted. Only a fool would miss a trick like that. "Chicken." 

"Pardon?"

Morton clears his throat.  "I'm heading out now for fried chicken. Wanna join me?" 

Raphael smiles a devilish smile at Morton. "Thought you'd never ask..." 

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It's the following Friday and as Clark is about to turn the open sign to 'closed', Morton manages to slip inside the shop. He places his hand to his chest to try and catch his breath. "Wait, just wait a minute!".

"What is it? What's the matter?" Clark closes the door behind them in a panic. 

Morton finally stands himself up straight, managing to catch a breath. "I need to ask you a favour." 

"And you couldn't just call or message?" Clark says with amusement. 

"No...I need your bookstore. I need you to go." Morton says with a nervous smile. 

"You want me to do what? Give you my bookstore and leave?" Clark laughs at the ridiculous proposal. 

"I told a lie." Morton confesses. "When I minded the store for you when you were out, a customer came in and I might have just told them this was my store." 

"You liar!" Clark says open mouthed in shock. "Why is this person so special to make you tell such untruths?" 

Morton's mouth pulls into a grin. "Raphael Rodriguez." 

"The teacher? Why do you feel you have to lie to him? He probably just wants a book.
...wait...why is he coming here after hours?"  Clark folds his arms as he furrows his brow with suspicion. 

"Hey. I've been talking with him all week. I really think he likes me." Morton says rather excitedly. 

"Well as long as you treat my shop with respect." Clark now has a serious look on his face. 

"Hey, what do you take me for? I'll behave. Just let me have this for a bit longer and I'll tell him the truth... Please." He was now begging. "It will only be for a couple of hours, three tops."

Clark rolls his eyes as he nods. "Ok. But wait...where am I supposed to go?" 

"Go to the chef's." Morton says as he begins to push him out of his own shop. 

"Woah? Wait! I can't just go to his house, I've never been to his house before. I don't know where he lives." Clark says in a panic as he continues to be manhandled out of his own shop. 

"Well the time is now." Morton replies as Clark is finally ejected onto the street, with Morton closing the door behind him and flipping over the sign. 

Clark looks through the window of his own shop as Morton looks back at him, mouthing a 'sorry' accompanied by an apologetic face. 

He sighs as he looks down at his phone. Should he call Roshan?