2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Seven

"Roderich!"

The teen jumped when he heard his name yelled from across the class. He searched all around before his eyes landed on the teacher, who had an impatient frown with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I understand that you're new, but I would still prefer it if you didn't daze off in the middle of class. Please?"

"Oh, my fault."

Kids chuckled at his carefree response as the teacher rolled her eyes and continued marking up the whiteboard.

As soon as she turned around again, he went back to his notebook. He felt close to figuring out the melody to the song he started last night. He hummed it to himself throughout classes, so his fourth-period teacher wasn't the first to scold him for his lack of attention to the lesson. He's been flipping back and forth through his notebooks going from song to song, editing and adding to them as he felt the inspiration hit, which had been often throughout the day.

A bell went off. Roderich finished a line before he closed his notebook and followed the rest of the students in the class out of the room.

"Were you writing a song?" one of Roderich's many new female acquaintances asked as they entered the halls.

"Songs," he said. "Yeah, I get bored easily, so I can't really just write one song at a time."

"Wow, can you sing it for me?"

He smiled at her. "I would love to, sweetheart, but I prefer not to let anyone hear my songs until I'm done with it." He placed his hand on her back and got closer to her side as the halls got more crowded. "But I promise, you'll be the first to hear it when I'm done."

Despite his foul mood, Roderich could always find a way to compose himself enough to flirt. Actually, the girls and the musical connections he's made were the best part of this whole situation his dad pushed him into. He needed both to keep him level-headed.

He walked with the young lady to lunch. On his way there, he spotted Nigel speed-walking through the hallway.

"Hey, Nigel," he said as he saw him coming in the opposite direction.

Nigel nodded to him one good time before he grabbed Roderich's shoulder and turned him around. "Yo, come with me."

Roderich was confused but didn't argue as Nigel dragged him away from the girl. They went off to the boys' restroom. There, Nigel pushed him into a corner as he dug into his pocket.

"Here," he said and quickly shoved a small baggie into Roderich's chest, urging him to take it.

Roderich's hands fumbled as he grabbed the item and eyes widened once he realized what it was. "T-the fuck do you have weed at school for?" he yelled, but in the lowest voice he could manage in his panic. "A-and why the hell are you giving it to me?"

"Just hold onto it for me."

"What?"

"Dude, chill. It ain't that serious."

"Like shit, it ain't that serious!"

"Chill the fuck out, alright? You're making me paranoid!" Nigel said. "Now, just hold it. They might fuck around and try to search me, but you're new. They probably wouldn't search you."

"Fuck you mean 'probably'?"

"If you don't chill yo antsy ass out! They're not going to fucking check you!"

"I-I don't know, man. This—"

"Are you cool or not? It's not like I'm telling you to hide a body or some shit. It's fucking weed. Now, are you gonna hold it or not?"