bunny boys[ohmtoonz]

lemonade

whoever let me take college level math is a BTICH bc i spent my week doing homework. Do people even care about calculus?? God this chapter is a mess I'll edit it after school
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"Patterson, you in here again?" The teacher in charge of detention, a "nice" guy by the name of Mr. Johnson, gives him an unamused look. "That's twice in one day. Was lunch together not enough for you?” When Luke doesn't respond to the supposed joke, Mr. Johnson just sighs and gestures towards the door. “Come on, let's get you something to do. I have a faculty meeting in five.”

Luke grumbles quietly. The one thing he hates more than sitting around doing nothing in detention was when he actually had to do stuff in detention. Detention is for sleeping and drawing dicks on the desks, not work!

Mr. Johnson leads him out of the classroom, through the hall, and into another class. "Mark," he says, "Come on now. You and Luke here are gonna help me with some stuff. Here's some papers, here's two answer keys. Grade."

There was no further explanation or instructions. Mr. Johnson walks out of the classroom, leaving him and Mark alone.

Mark huffs, and grabs two red pens for them to grade with. "Here," he says, tossing one to Luke. "You that kid Dad always complains about in detention?"

It surprises Luke that Mark, whoever he is, isn't all that afraid of him. Normally kids freeze up or scatter like little cockroaches whenever Luke approaches. Then again, it could have something to do with Mark being built like a fucking tank.

He hides his surprise, though, and gives Mark a small glare. "Probably. You his kid that I always get compared to?"

"Hah, probably. I'm his only kid, I mean." Mark is unfazed by the glare, it seems, for he smiles warmly.

"You're a little shit then," Luke announces. "Stop being some goody two shoes. Your dad won't shut up about how I should be a good kid like you or some bullshit like that.”

"Hey, a guy's gotta do what he can to survive. You ever seen him angry? I got my ass whooped enough as a kid." Mark laughs, already done grading a paper.

Luke finds himself laughing softly as he looks Mark over. "True, true. I like your style, but I do have one question."

"Yes?" Mark looks at him curiously.

"What the fuck is that shirt?"

Mark looks down at his shirt, then shrugs. "It's a gorilla riding an elephant. What's your shirt, huh?"

Luke grins and points down at his own shirt. "It's me, bitch. I'm the devil."

"Hah, yeah right. Just grade the damn papers before my dad comes back." Mark rolls his eyes fondly and goes back to grading the papers.

Luke does as asked, feeling a little better about himself. At least he (kinda) made a friend today. A sane friend, for that matter. Maybe Jonathan would get off his ass about beating up everything he sees.

“Mark is a shitty name,” Luke says thoughtfully. He sets the graded paper on the desk, a big 37 written in red pen. “And this girl is shitty at math.”

“Oh? Then what would you name me?”

“Uh…. Gorilla. Because of your shirt.” God, how much has Jon rubbed off on him?

“That's reasonable,” Gorilla laughs. “I guess I'm a gorilla now.”

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As per usual, Bryce is waiting for him when he leaves detention. Or, rather, Bryce waiting around was beginning to become the norm. Bryce had briefly mentioned his father getting a promotion, and everyone knows how his mother was busy with… whatever businesswomen do.