Bud and Glenn were both placed in detention following this. Cale did not bother himself with them and instead observed them. He decided to leave them in a separate room and return to the faculty room, where Radish was sitting comfortably in his seat.
He sighed, sat in the visitor's seat, and grabbed the counseling form he would give his student later.
"I thought we were not going to graduate." Radish inquired.
"You do not want to?" he questioned. They stared at each other. They simply sighed and returned to their usual expressions.
"I wonder if they are going to fix this." Radish complained.
Cale responded, "If they truly thought of each other as friends, then they will fix it. If not, then that is it."
"What about you, Teach? How would you react if you were in their situation?" Radish "Did the same thing happen to your friends?" Radish asked.
Cale put an end to what he was doing. He simply stared at it and said, "I make mistakes, Radish." Cale responded, "But that does not mean I will not try to fix this."
"Did the same thing happen to your friends?" Radish inquired.
"What's with those questions?" Cale asked.
"I used to have a friend," Radish explained, "someone much older than me. But after meeting my mother, he stopped coming to me."
Cale remained silent.
"Then I learned he was admitted to the hospital following a gang fight."
Radish nodded and smiled, "I came to see him, but he did not want me to come."
Cale took a slow glance at Radish. He is swaying his feet as it rests on top of his table.
"I used to wonder why he did not like me when I liked him very much. That is why I did not bother myself with Bud and Glenn, because it reminded me of how close I am to that guy. It made me jealous, how close they could get when I could not even get one single friend." Radish laughs it off as if nothing was wrong.
Cale smirked. "That friend of yours must have some loose screws."
"He did," Radish said, "but I liked how he used to hold my hand as we walked back home with some tanghulu in hand."
Radish stood up and stretched out, "Well...I do not remember his face anymore. I was like 5 or 6 at the time. How should I beat up the two fuckers making a mess of my graduation."
"I never said you were going to graduate," Cale teased the Radish.
"I hope Karma beats you up, you know," Radish said, leaving Cale's office.
Cale watched as Radish departed. He had a small smile on his face and murmured, "So he remembered."
[kyah! I am already touching on some of my biggest angsts in this story! BROTHERHOOD ANGST!!!!!!!!!! ]
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"Yoh. How's life." Radish greeted Glenn. He walked into the detention room chillingly took the couch and lay there.
"You got detention too?"
"I didn't."
"Why are you here?"
"It's the most avoided classroom, so no one would bother with me sleeping here."
Glenn nodded and simply sat on the chair. Radish looked at him and said, "You're fine with this?"
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It Takes a Pen to Straighten Up B*st*rds
FanfictionHe who guides and creates. Cale Henituse, the young trash teacher, is in charge of the most important section of his life. He'll have a crash curse to get these jerks straightened out for college. "You want slacker life?" his father, the schoolteach...