It's a normal lunchtime, empty halls with echeod voices - glares from all over. Mr Mcgregor, the art teacher is scranin his lunch is his classroom, envying the social studies teachers sitting with him in the subject base...
Him - Mr Mcgregor recalls, he was a tall man, thin with light brown hair, which remained always slicked back and always clothed in sophisticated attire. Which Jordan Mcgregor liked on him, though he also liked what was underneath them.
As Gerry Brown sipped on his coffee, and nodded at all the bs that Ms Simpson had to say - he couldn't help but notice a lonely Mr Mcgregor in the classroom opposite, nibbling on his tuna sandwich and sipping on his cold coffee.
As Gerry was completely zoned out of this conversation, probably more things to do regarding the Berlin trip he couldn't help but stand up, placing down his coffee respectfully on the grubby table and wandering over to Jordans classroom - hoping to get a bit of banter going.
"uh hi Jordan"
Jordan spits his coffee out on Gerry, landing on his tie
"Gerald... hello!"
after an awkward couple of seconds, Mcgregor grabs a hankerchief and rubs his tie lightly.
"oh gosh I hope it dosent stain, I'm so sorry!" Jordan says, wanting to disappear but yet enjoying browns company.
"honestly don't worry about it, consider it our own peice of artwork" Gerry says, chuckling.
The bell for the end of lunch bellows, abruptly finishing their conversation.
YOU ARE READING
paint on my tie
Romance"I could never pull that off" I could pull his clothes off though...
