Behind Closed Doors

Isn't This Illegal?

Adam POV

My first day teaching at Test Valley School. Shit. I was a mess this morning, barely had time to tie my shiny black shoes before sprinting to my car as to not be late. Punctual and organised is always a good first impression to make.

I couldn't help but laugh at that, thinking back to the first impression I must have had on Tommy Joe. Heavy eyeliner (I've toned it down for work but I'm still doing me), died black hair, really rocking the emo look, before dragging him out to dance and slipping my number into his pocket.

For some reason, even though it wasn't very romantic, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I would happily have met Tommy 5 seconds before I took my last breath at 80 years old, if that was all I could get, just to be able to get lost in those liquid gold-brown eyes, to die happy. He makes me happy.

God, work is gonna be hard if I keep getting distracted by thoughts of him. Damn you Tommy Joe, you and your perfection are already fucking with my head. You're lucky I love you... and that you're cute. Just being able to call him my boyfriend is the best feeling in the world.

Once I got to the school, I navigated my way to the staff room, immediately noticing I was probably the youngest teacher here. Everyone seemed in their 40s or 50s except one guy who I seem to remember teaching maths. Sneaking a glance at the name label around his neck I found out his name is Mr S Koskinen. Not an English surname if I remember correctly.

The headteacher rushed over to me as he saw me enter, leading me away from the staff room to the music classroom he had shown me after the job interview. It's a nice little classroom with keyboards resting on tables around the edges of the room and a variety of other worn out looking instruments in a dusty corner.

Desks stood in lines facing the whiteboard at the front and my own desk, complete with a laptop and now my briefcase as I began to unpack my papers and lesson plans.

Mr Herriot wished me a good day before turning to leave.

"I'm sure you'll fit in very well here Mr Lambert." He smiled.
"It's Adam, thank you. It's a lovely school."
"How kind of you Adam, see you around, and every Thursday after school for a staff meeting."

We said our goodbyes and he left, leaving me stood alone in the empty room.

This wasn't what I wanted to do with my life, but it'll pay the rent while I write with the band I guess.

The sharp clang of the bell startled me from my thoughts as I sat at my desk, waiting for the hell of remembering and reliving my own high school years to begin.

Tommy POV

So I'm back in hell school, I mean high school, again. Yay. Fml. Even walking through these old green gates makes me wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I wish Adam were here, he could make everything a hundred times better simply with his smile.

Throwing me back into reality, the reminder for first period rang shrilly from the bell directly above my head. It was fucking loud. A deafening 'welcome to the place dreams go to die' right in my ear.

Checking the timetable on my locker door, I shut it and started traipsing towards English. Mrs Burton again. There's one witch I'd never want to know if I had the choice.

Adam POV

My first class was a pain in the arse but I finally got them to shut their gobby loud mouths and listen to me. In the end I had to sing something so they would stop asking me to. I chose Mad World by Tears For Fears to put a damper on the mood and hopefully calm then down a little bit.