My Dirty Little Secret

|Secret Twenty-Five: William T. Spears|

He never knew the day would come where he would meet such a man. He hated it, hated him, but he couldn't express why. Was it the red? The pointy teeth? Was it his flirtatious nature? Was it the kiss? None of these things really added up. Was it because he was pushy? Aggravating? Stubborn? William T. Spears didn't know, in the slightest what his problem with that man was, he simply knew that he had one. 

William couldn't stop thinking about him, since the day that he had first met him. It was frustrating. Not only had he just lost his job, but he met a man that he would never again see. Where was he supposed to find another school to work at? Where was he supposed to teach? Most places had students that only annoyed the crap out of him. Most weren't there to learn at all, but to socialize, because they are idiots.

Everyone is an idiot.

Everyone.

Because they all have emotions, they all feel something for one another. William swore to himself never to feel things. It was too troublesome. Emotions clouded one's judgment, they forced them to make stupid choices. It wasn't logical; it wasn't right. William's parents had often done that, make silly decisions because they were 'stupidly in-love'. 

That man was no different, acting on his own, without thinking twice. It was despicable. William hated it. That was the only thing he knew for sure. They were complete opposites. But, opposites attract, science proved that. A more positive atom and a more negative atom would be pulled together by the forces of attraction.

William snapped his pencil in two, frustrated. He couldn't circle job offers in the newspaper while his mind was clouded with these stupid feelings. William swore to cut them off, to lock them in a box, but why couldn't he now? It was all his fault. Love at first sight is a severe flaw in human nature. This wasn't love, it was attraction, between two people, who that should never be together. That stranger had everything that William lacked and vise versa.

They were two people, who should never have met.

His cell phone rang, a voice on the other side, "Hello, is this Mr. Spears?" it said. William didn't recognize it at first, but as the conversation continued, he sensed the familiarity. 

"Yes," he answered simply, one of the things he hated was useless talk. Senseless communication between humans. It was tasking. For a person who strives never to feel, words should only be said when needed, to minimize the human interaction.

"I'm calling to inform you that we are interested in hiring you for the job at Black Hearts Academy. Madame Red would like to see you this afternoon, are you available?"

"Yes."

"Perfect, please come between the hours of 4-5. I'll be in the main office to escort you," he said and hung up the phone. William struggled with what he should do. Should he go? He needed the job, yes, but, he didn't want to see him again. No, don't be stupid, you're allowing him to mess with you. Just go, you need the job, you do, that's all this is. You aren't interested in him, it might not even be the same person. There is a chance you are imagining that man's voice in everyone. Stay calm. It is just an inquiry.

The hours passed slowly, each one slower than the next. How long would he have to wait? It was painful but eventually the time came. Entering his black car, he drove to the school, harshly reminded of the day it was at the shop. The one day that he didn't have a car, the day he met that man.

The school seemed prestigious, uniforms separating the ranks. He didn't hate it, he felt all schools should be set up like this. For this was how the world was. He pushed his glasses to his face, something he always did when thinking too much. William hated to admit that it might be a nervous tic, for he didn't wish to feel anything.

He reached for the handle of the door, it was unlocked. Good, so they were expecting him. Well, of course they were expecting him, the secretary had called.  The main office was right across from the entry to the school, very convenient. The secretary was working, doing some sort of paperwork. William stared, though his appearance was different, he could tell this was the same person. How could someone like that, turn into someone like this? Who was the real version? If they even were the same person. William didn't let himself think too much about it, he didn't allow himself to think it was true, for their wasn't enough proof, not enough evidence. 

The man, with his long brown hair tied back, noticed him. Stared at him, not a sense of surprise had shown on his face. Not one sense of recognition. The same could be said for William, who never showed any emotions. Never. Others often told him how annoying that was but he didn't mind. He only needed himself in this world.

"Mr. Spears?" he questioned, although it was more of a statement.

William nodded, the other male stood up, walked over to him, smiling with his mouth closed. It seemed like a fake smile, no heart in it. The secretary offered his hand, to shake. William outstretched his gloved hand, he always wore black gloves. He hated the feeling of germs, so that was the reason he gave most people, but the truth was, he hated physical contact. He hated when people touched him, so he wore gloves, to keep himself separated. To never have to touch them, for a layer of cloth would always separate them, even in a handshake.

The secretary didn't ask about the gloves, like most people did when they saw them, he just opened the door to the principal's office. Madame Red sat at her desk and looked up.

"So you're William T. Spears?" she asked, even though she knew the truth. She wasn't really concerned about what kind of man he was, this was just protocol. They should at least meet before he works, so someone can show him around, show him the room he will be teaching in.

"Yes," he said.

"Grell has told me great things about you," she said. "Are you all that he claims to be?" 

The first thing that he noticed when he walked into the room, was her coat, her hair, the general color scheme of her office. It was red, it only reminded William of him. Clenching his teeth and trying to hold back his contempt, he said nothing. Upon seeing that he wasn't going to answer, Madame Red continued, "I have no problem with you teaching here. One of our teachers just moved away. I'll show you their lesson plans and hopefully you can pick up where they left off. Can you do that for me?"

William nodded. It didn't matter if he could or couldn't, he would. That was the bottom line. He would always do, just as expected of him, that was what he had always done. She had him sit down, to fill out paperwork and sign contracts, before he could go to the parking lot again, to go home. He would start at the beginning of the new school week, which happened to be tomorrow. In the corner of his eye he saw the secretary, about to enter a car. The car. His car. That redhead's car.

This was all the proof that he needed. This was enough to have him run over and pin the stranger to his own vehicle. Still, no sign of emotion showed on his face, but his eyes glimmered with the hatred he felt. "You," he said, "you're the same."

The secretary was surprised, he wasn't expecting to be pinned to his own car. But mostly, he was shocked that this man could tell they were the same person. It was weird, no one had noticed before. He smiled, revealing his teeth, the same teeth that William knew so well.

"Why yes, Mr. Spears, it would appear so. Fate has brought us together, don't you think? I didn't expect you to be the teacher she had chosen, but when I heard your voice on the phone, I recognized it instantly. To think, that we would end up being coworkers, strictly professional."

William didn't believe that statement entirely. How could this person ever be professional? He couldn't see it as possible, even though he had just seen it with his own eyes. William stood up straight, freeing the man from his car. He hated physical contact. Hated it so much. But, he had just pinned a man that he didn't even know...something must be seriously wrong.

"My name, is Grell Sutcliff, Mr. Spears. I don't think I've properly introduced myself. It is a pleasure to see you again," he said, entering his car and driving off. William stood there, shocked, above everything else. What was he to do now?