🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

Always

TW:⚠️ this chapter contains attempted sexual assault and attempted kidnapping!

You watched the minute hand on the clock move slowly. As much papers as you had laid on your desk, waiting to be graded you couldn’t find the energy to look through them. What you were really waiting for was the heavenly sound of the bell. It was almost time for lunch.

You loved lunch. Not just because of the food, but because of the company that followed. You loved spending your lunch break with your “stepson”, but recently Peirce had found new company. Although you were worried for the kid as the threat of his “father” was still there, you knew that to put your mind at ease, you could always  find him in the greenhouse. 

You would still have lunch with Peirce every once in a while, but Greg seemed to have most of your attention at the moment. 

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Finally the bell. 

“Alright class, I wouldn’t worry about your project, it’s not homework. I’ll give you time on Monday to get it finished up. Have a good weekend!” You called after the kids that were leaving.

After everyone was gone, you stood there. You looked at your classroom. You weren’t used to the silence. In some cases it made you quite gloomy. You always liked the company of someone else. Usually here at Westhaven Academy, you were never alone.

There was always someone who was giving you company. Someone asking for help, someone who wanted your company, or someone who just used art as a form to let everything out.

That was the beauty of art. It could be used in so many ways, unique to everyone. Like Zeke. In recent weeks, Zeke would come in after school and do something artistic. Sometimes he would work with clay, or color something in with colored pencils, or maybe paint something. 

It was odd to you that he would come by himself. Every time you saw him, his significant other was usually at his side. But then again, having some alone time away from your partner was important too. 

It looked as if art was letting him get all of those angry feelings of rage, jealousy, and hatred were leaving as he calmly painted something. You would often see him draw something and then rip up the paper, or destroy something. On some occasions you suspected that he was taking home the things he made with clay to simply break them. You knew it was probably therapeutic. 

Especially after the exercise you gave him and Greg. You had made Greg and Zeke fill up a canvas with paint. No white spots, just paint. With this little experiment, you came to the conclusion that both Grave men were feeling extremely alone. You knew they needed to talk to each other in order for them to get these feelings sorted out.

However, that was to come in it’s own time. For now, you headed outside of your room to fill this emptiness that could only be filled with the company of another human being. Luckily for you, you had just the person in mind. 

You walked down the hall. Now you were grateful that both the chemistry lab and the art room were at the end of the school. The chemistry lab and the art room were two of the biggest rooms therefore the school put them both near the end. 

At first when you started working at  the school, you weren’t very happy about this as you had to walk further to wherever you wanted to go. There was also the factor that the old chemistry teacher kinda creeped you out.  

“Knock knock.” You peeked your head into the classroom. Greg jumped in surprise, but that slowly morphed into a warm smile. 

“Come in. Come in.” He motioned for you to come sit next to him.