He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 110: Marsh and Science Class

[A/N] I fell asleep, that's why I'm late, but I'm here! Also just to mention; thanks for the support everyone, I don't say it often but y'all are great, anyways, onwards with the chapter. (_ _ )ノ☆

I was nervous in school the next day, I won't lie.

Even though I'd set the new rules the day prior it somehow felt like they were falling into effect the next day.

Technically it shouldn't have made anything more awkward between us, it should have made it less so. But even before getting to class I knew it wasn't going to feel normal.

First, though, I still had to stop by Marsh, something I only remembered after first having glided down to the locker room on my skateboard, enjoying the lack of people there. A prefect or two once again sitting by the picnic tables, and teachers were around the place preparing for the school day.

He wasn't in his office when I knocked, I knocked twice to make sure, peeking over through the muddy visuals of the rectangle of window at the top of the door with some kind of mesh metal over it that made it hard to see.

Evidently he was not inside. I'd have been relieved if I didn't feel like Marsh would accuse me of not having come at all.

But just as I was turning around to leave Marsh was there behind me walking up, close enough all of a sudden that my heart nearly exploded as I stumbled back against the door.

He didn't react to my surprise, just leaned past me to unlock his office door, his other hand occupied with a coffee.

"Uh, hi." I greeted him.

He ignored me and stepped inside, placing his coffee down before sitting on the edge of the table.

"Get in." He ordered with an air of thick irritation.

Pissed me off, because it's not like I wanted to be there. Alright, it was my fault I was there because I pissed off Mr Peters, but I'd still blame the guy for nit-picking over nothing. We all knew he was annoyed at my attitude not the imaginary wrinkle in my shirt.

I moved inside regardless.

I tried to turn around, like look it's all good looking. Gift had taken care of my uniform so I knew for sure I looked like a proper toff.

He walked up to me, only two steps in his tiny office, and looked down at me.

I looked at him briefly, but then looked sideways at the stuff on his shelves. Lots of basketball and rugby related actinographies and crap, some awards here and there.

I always got uncomfortable when a teacher got close to me honestly. Like when they'd lean down to look at my work, help me out with question, it didn't have to be them criticising me I still felt awkward as well.

Marsh scrutinised my uniform for a second, then grabbed the hem of my shirt, at the bottom and sort of lifted it for a second.

I didn't do anything but my head kind of went; what?

He looked at me. "Shouldn't this be tucked in?"

I shook my head, then shrugged. "It's not a rule." It wasn't.

He glared at me like he didn't trust me.

But last time I hadn't had it tucked in and half the students didn't tuck the shirt in so I'm not even sure why he was asking.

"Turn around." He ordered, as though he was bored.

I hesitated although I'm not sure why, maybe because he was so close.