Bad Enough for You (BoyxBoy)

Bad 3

Here's Chapter 3...it's really short, sorry about that! Let me know what you think :)

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Caroline texts him about a 15 minutes into class asking him how it’s going, and he’s about to answer when Mr. Lloyd, his teacher is standing over him pointing to his ears. It’s going great Care, he sends back with a smirk. His teacher has already asked him to take off his glasses, a few times too, but Tyler just pushed the glasses further up his nose, ignoring the comments entirely as he ups the volume on his music some more.

He looks up at Mr. Lloyd—middle-aged, balding barrel of a man who always wears the absolute worst ties—with bored eyes, though he can’t see that through the dark of his lens, doesn’t take his headphones out and doesn’t take his feet off the desk either. The teacher crosses his arms and he looks very unimpressed but Tyler knows he’s just annoyed. Here goes nothing, Tyler thinks as Mr. Lloyd yanks out both his headphones.

“I liked that song...” Mr. Lloyd ignores Tyler’s words completely. Tyler moves the glasses up onto his head.

“Am I boring you Mr. Lockwood,” he asks, mouth pressed into a thin line, foot tapping impatiently. Tyler quirks an eyebrow at him, because isn’t foot tapping a bit middle school disciplinary. Tyler sighs, long and suffering because frankly he’s over this conversation.

“Actually yeah teach, you are,” Tyler smirks when the other students gasp or snicker or both around him. Mr. Lloyd looks like a tomato, but Tyler isn’t done yet, his smirk turns into the shit-eating grin he perfected in the mirror over the weekend. “I mean it’s not like we’re ever going to use any of this anyways.”

Mr. Lloyd nearly snarls at that comment. “You, Mr. Lockwood will use physics every day of your life because every aspect of your life involves some form of physics-” Tyler holds up a hand to silence his would be lecture and chuckles inwardly when he actually does. He shuts up so quick Tyler thinks he may very well have swallowed his tongue.

“Then maybe it’s more that I don’t care about physics. Or perhaps it’s that you’re a bad teacher, because you are, terrible really,” Mr. Lloyd turns even redder. Almost like a boiled lobster. He doesn’t grace Tyler with a proper response though just uncrosses his arms and points to the door, muttering ‘office’ under his breath. Tyler assumes it’s supposed to seem menacing but he honestly looks more like he’s going to cry and explode and not necessarily in that order.

“Finally,” He swings his feet off the table, collects his things before standing in front of his clearly offended teacher. Tyler straightens up and mock salutes him, before he touches Mr. Lloyd’s tie quickly with a, “Nice tie.” He can feel Mr. Lloyd’s eyes burning holes into his back as he saunters to the door.

He can feel everyone watching him as he leaves the classroom, and sure he’s been popular his entire high school career but it’s never felt like this, it’s never felt so wrong it’s been right; it’s all together awesome really.

There’s an extra-pep in his step as he heads to the office.