Jensen x Eric

Chapter 2

Eric Boncestean

"Eric, another 100%, keep up the good work," I look up at my thick English teacher with a blush. I avert my eyes to the paper in front of me trying not to stare at his juicy ass. The sound of the bells rings echoes throughout the school followed by the rustling of papers and sweaty teenagers. "Eric," I turn to face my English Teacher. "The varsity football coach wants to speak with you about some tutoring sessions for one of his top players," he adjusts his glasses, the reflective light bouncing off his lenses. "Oh okay, I'll go there now," I stroll through the hallway as I near the office. I take a deep breath and knock on the wooden door before coming in. "Hello there, you wanted to see me?" I ask as I enter the vicinity. I play with the hem of my System of The Down t-shirt. The man before me turns around slowly in his office chair. "You must be Eric Boncestean?"I nod hesitantly, "Yes I was notified that you wanted to see me." What if he wants to use me as a tackle dummy for the football team or even worse make me clean their crusty musty uniforms? I shiver at the thought. "I'm going to be honest with your Boncestean, one of my best players, super talented but unmotivated when it comes to his academics. So, he's been failing a few classes," the man slumps in his chair as he says this. "So, I'd like you to help him out with his grades, get that empty mind of his to start turning its gears. Got it?" Oh great, even worse, now I have to play teacher. I don't respond as I contemplate my decision. "Good I'll take your silence as a yes." "Actually, I don't think I can-""You can meet him in the library at around 6. Now go on, I won't make you anymore tardy then you already are to class. "Seriously?! This is going to be my 13th reason why. I exit the room without another word. I brush back my luscious hair. The bell rings to dismiss us from school, I swing my heavy backpack onto my right shoulder. I enter the empty library. Not a pen drop to be heard. I glance around and take a seat at a table in the corner. 4 o'clock. 2 more hours until the horrendous hours of my life. I groan and slide down in my chair. I pull out my phone and begin to scroll on Instagram. Jocks and cheerleaders, geeks and nerds, they're all posting their oh so happy lives. That bitch cheated on that dude. And that dude fucked a freshman. It's the same shit, everything's just like in the movies. The gossip never ends. They attempt to hide the reality of their lives behind this tiny electric box. Luckily for me though, I'm unproblematic and ignored. I don't post every waking second of my life online, like I don't want the whole world knowing I took a massive shit at Taco Bell. Like bitch no one wants to know that. It's 505. Why is time going so slow?! Ugh, I hate this. It's 6 20. Where the fuck is this guy? Is he so stupid he can't read time? I look over to the entrance and sigh. He's still not here. This better not be a waste of my time. I look back and the infinity of the internet. And wait.