End Game (Newtmas AU) {ON HOLD}

SIX

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You touch me at nights and abandon me when the moonlight fades and the sun peaks up to start a new day. The doors open from my bedroom and my heart aches as you fade away to the world outside our walls. You become a stranger in the day and i am left alone. I am no longer content with being a dirty little secret anymore. My heart is at stake and these rules have changed. I don't want to play this game anymore.
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Thomas teached all his other classes of the day in a mechanic manner. Not that the hours that he had to remain at the school were a lot; At his first day, they were only 3. Thefore, he would walk inside the classes he had, write the mathimetical equasion on the board and then he allow the students after they had done the nessecairy exercises free to go. Besides, only one thing flew through his mind right then.

How a teacher would make out with his students or even think of having a relationship like that. From what he had learned, yes the old teacher might have been 23 years old and therefore young, but a student was still a student. An underage, student.

Teresa had told him how the teacher, Mr Fitz, was kicked out of school and Mr Janson made sure not to ever find a job as a teacher ever again. The brunet had also told him how she would secretly meet with with him and how he would always say that his past was hunting him into every job application (at school) he would have. Apparently, Janson was the kind of man who loved to keep his promises.

But as long as for the student there, Aris Jones who had become infamous within the walls of the school, he would continue to study there, as nothing had ever happened, thing that Thomas thought was implausible. But of course, everything was the teacher's fault. The student was just an innocent victim in that scenario.

If he student screamed, it would be the teacher's fault. If the student was injured, it would be the teacher's fault. If the student went bad on a test, it would be the teacher's fault. If the student fell in love with his teacher, it would be the teacher's fault.

Thomas rubbed the bridge of his nose trying to shove away the head ache that started to hurt his head. Everything was too much for him to proccess right then. However then, the door of the class flew open, and the principal walked inside causing all the students to stand at their feet and fold their hands behind their backs, a move that Thomas decided to copy. It was then that Janson waved for Thomas to follow him outside, having an neutral look registered at his face.

Thomas had a hard time to tell what the othet wanted from him but without a second word, he started to follow him outside. However, the brunet boy stood in front at the door, and eyed all of his students cautiously.

"If i hear the slightest noise, you'll all be taking a test." He said while some of the students groaned. Then, he exited the class, with his eyes glued on the principal's face.

The man standing before him seemed to be old enough, around 45 to 50 with black hair that started to turn grey at their roots of his temple. His eyes were grey, and from his look, Thomas would believe that he was mocking him. Well, that, if Thomas wasn't already a teacher , and he wasn't the principal. However, the way his face was held back , it reminded him of a rat, as he had once heard some students saying. Therefore, he already had a nickname for him.

Ratman.

"How may I help you?"

"Well Mister Edison, I'd like to short things out with you." Ratman said with a calm voice, waving for him to follow him through the corridor. And Thomas, like the lost puppy he was, followed after him and occassionally glancing up the other with curiosity.

"Sort things out about what...?" He asked, now completely confused about why the other would interupt the lesson just to talk to him.

"I know you've been asking around about Mr Fitz." Ratman said, abruptly stopping. "Why would you be interested about the old physics teacher?"