Intimidation ♡ joshler

four

an: hey guys, in case you haven't noticed, i changed the story from first person to third :^) hope you don't mind that

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The rest of the school day is pretty uneventful, and so was Tyler's day after he got home, seeing that all he did was listen to music and work on homework.

So, with that being said, we'll skip to the final class of the next day of school.

Tyler's last class for today is Latin.  He hates the subject with a burning passion, but he's kinda gay for the teacher, but he wouldn't admit it to anyone if asked.

Mr. Liddell is almost old enough to be Tyler's dad, but looks to be in his mid-twenties.  He also tends to dress as if he was from the nineties, has short hair but long enough to randomly flip throughout the class period, and paints his nails a different color every month.  He's a really chill guy—Tyler doesn't think he's ever heard the man yell before—and sometimes catches himself going off on tangents while telling the class different stories, whether it be about Roman/Greek history, his trips to Italy, his family (rip Tyler's inaccurate dreams and fantasies), just anything.  

Tyler's sexy ass teacher is standing by the door in the hallway as he approaches, and Mr. Liddell smiles warmly at him, as usual.

"Salve," Mr. Liddell greets him, and Tyler nods his greeting back as he enters the room, taking a seat at the back of the room.  

Tyler's startled when someone not-so gracefully drops themselves into the seat next to Tyler's, and the brunette looks to see who decided to pay him a visit.

It's Joshua pencil stealing Dun, and why is he sitting next to him?  There's plenty of empty seats in the room, yet he chooses this one.

Tyler can feel his face starting to heat up, and he turns his head away in an effort to hide his shame.

The late bell rings, and Mr. Liddell marches to the front of the room to greet his class.

"Salvete, discipuli et discipulae!" Mr. Liddell chirps loudly, receiving a chorus of 'salve' before he clears his throat.

"There's a new student here today," Mr. Liddell speaks, looking around for a moment before pointing to Josh. "Would you like to briefly introduce yourself?"

"I'm Josh," he says simply, and Mr. Liddell moves on with today's lesson.

A worksheet is eventually being passed out, and Tyler reaches into his bag to get a pencil, but Josh stops him with a tap to his shoulder.

"Do you have a pencil?"

Tyler could've easily said, "you still have my pencil from yesterday, you should've given it back or at least kept up with it," but instead, he nods his head and retrieves two pencils from his bag, because Tyler doesn't want to get on Josh's bad side.

He wants Josh to like him.

Josh takes a pencil from Tyler's hand and thanks him as Mr. Liddell approaches Josh's desk, crouching down in front of it.  

Mr. Liddell speaks to Josh in a hushed tone, and Tyler assumes they're talking about the worksheet since the teacher kept motioning towards it.

Tyler didn't pay attention to their conversation as he worked on his own worksheet, that is, until he hears Mr. Liddell mention his name, and now he's all ears and fucking nerves as he starts eavesdropping.

I mean, can you blame him?  He was mentioned, he should have a right to know what's being spoken of him...

Tyler risks a glance in their direction, and his face starts flushing as he catches the other two already looking at him.

"Tyler," Mr. Liddell starts gently, "Would it be okay for you to work with Josh?"

No, that wouldn't be okay, because Tyler sucks really badly at Latin, and not to mention how shy he fucking is.  But, he forces a smile and nods anyways, and Mr. Liddell smiles thankfully in return before getting up, leaving the teenagers alone.

Neither of the boys say anything for a moment, and it's really fucking awkward, honestly.

"So..." Josh finally starts, scooting his chair closer to Tyler's. "What the fuck am I reading, exactly?"

Tyler shrugs, "I, uh, I don't really understand much either."

Tyler expects Josh to belittle him for not being able to explain the work, but Josh only laughs a little. "Me neither."

Tyler smiles a little, not really sure what to say, before dropping his gaze back to the worksheet.

"Well," Tyler starts, "These answers should be in the back of the books."

"Show me?"

Tyler nods, flipping to the back and pointing out the charts.

"Sick. Thanks, Tyler," Josh says before getting started.  Tyler only nods again, applying the endings from the charts to his vocabulary.

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"Thank you guys for working so diligently," Mr. Liddell says a few minutes before the final bell is due to ring, "You guys can go ahead and pack your things, and please bring me your work before you leave here today."

Tyler quickly puts his things away and stands, grabbing his and Josh's papers before bringing them to the teacher.  

Tyler gets to his seat just in time to witness Josh putting his next pencil in his bag.

That motherfucker, Tyler only has one pencil now.

But he shouldn't be getting upset with Josh, because Tyler could've easily asked for it back himself.  Why won't he just ask for it back?

The bell rings, and Tyler allows Josh Dun to steal another pencil from him.

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an: translations--

"salve" hello

"salvete, discipuli et discipulae" hello, students (discipuli plural male for student, discipulae plural female for student. and salve is used to greet one individual person while salvete is used to great a group)