Teacher of the Year • Brallon [ON HOLD]

"faint and fair,"

Dallon was stressed to say the least.

Slapping down numerous sheets of paper that served a dreading purpose.

The district decided that today, the very same day he had his date with Brendon, there would be a test. A quote– "academically influential test." Which to Dallon sounded like a load of horse shit.

Pratically, its a baseline to see where they stand in the subject. Which he didnt like because if they where here to learn why do they take more scored criticism than learning about the subject?

Checking the time, Dallon sighed. He had 30 minutes left to get there remotely on time. The café was 20 minutes away and the test was 60 minutes long. His own head began to hurt just at the thought of calculation.

"Alright," Dallon clasped his hands in satisfaction. "I got that lady from across the hall to watch you banshee's. I have to go,"

Victor quirked his lip upward. "Your leaving for Your date looking like that?" He gestured to his teachers outfit.

Dallon anxiously looked down, frowning at his students opinion. He thought he looked just fine.

"Even Melanie  could've found something better." Kellin shook his head, scratching down a bubble on the test.

"Hell's that supposed to mean?" Melanie shot back.

"I got eyeliner in my backpack," Ashley gestured behind her. "I'd kill to see your emo phase."

Dallon snorted with a chuckle, shaking his head as he lifted his brief case off the table.

Kellin leaned over his boyfriend's shoulder, "I bet he was hella hot."

"Damn right I was," he grinned over at them. "And I still am. Now get back to the test because technically, all of your tests are invalidated. So if you dont want me to 'snitch'" he quoted using his fingers "I'd get to work."

They rolled their eyes and groaned as he opened the door allowing the Asian-American teacher to enter through. Her black hair pinned nicely over her shoulder as she grinned happily at Dallon.

"I love y'all too!" He yelled back as he jogged over to the glowing red exit sign and left the dull building.

Rushing over to his car, Dallon fiddled with his car keys the jingle ringing in the air and signaling nearby folks and the attention of a wanted member.

"Dallon?"

The taller man turned to the area the faint voice called from. Narrowing his blue eyes he saw the familiar brown quiffed man.

"Brendon? I thought you where already there?" He sighed more relaxed.

Brendon's hand ran through his hair, a wash of relief running through him. "Some jackass stole my tires, gas and shattered my windshield." He concluded, ignoring the prominent name he had in the front of his mind.

Dallon scowled at the thought of such an act. "We had some district test and I didnt realize But I couldn't be late to see you. I was so worried and I didnt want to disappoint you." He rambled obliviously getting anxious with each sentence. A blush rose to both to their cheeks at the realization of what he just said.

"I'm that important?" Brendon chuckled in disbelief. "We just met."

Dallon sheepishly scratched the back of his neck "I care about everyone, Brendon. You're just more keen to me." He said simply.

Brendon gushed and rolled his eyes, "you're trying to smooche with the teacher of the year I see."

Dallon gestured to the car without statement and Brendon smiled in appreciation. Dallon winked as he opened the door for the shorter who rolled his eyes.

"No, not at all." Dallon replied sarcastically. "How do you like your coffee?" He questioned merging off the highway.

"Black, and extra caffeine."

"As if you're not hyper enough."

"I'm not." Brendon sighed leaning his head even more to the plush supporting his head. "I dont even know why I remotely considered teaching."

"Why do you say that?" Dallon glanced over at the destressed man.

"I just lost the passion for it I guess. I can't stand these hormonal children anymore." Brendon chuckled mid-sentence.

Dallon nodded, considering his view on the subject.

Brendon tensed realizing what he'd just said. "No, not that I absolutely hate all children. It's just, if you've had that job for over 5 years you get tired of seeing the same thing."

"Then what are you, not, tired of seeing?" Dallon questioned as he turned his blinker on for the subtle left turn.

Brendon turned his head to the left, his toffee brown eyes lazily opening to study the older's face and his calculating bright Cerulean Blue eyes. Honestly,  Brendon thought. You.

A/N: okay I'd just like to start off by saying. . .

I M S O S O S O R R Y  OKAY 'cause my procrastination is not satisfaction but I have a reason[if you don't already read my other joshler book] I have a new girlfriend which is my best friend chloe @Vauhshupert  and I love her to death 'kay bye