Never Again (boyf riends au)

Part 1

~Jeremy's POV~
I watched my feet as I walked towards my fathers office, the click of my heels reverberated off of the almost empty hallway, making a unique and immersive sound. The long hallway was only decorated with a few fake flowers here and there as I stepped across the freshly waxed floor. I wondered what it was today, probably more classes since I hadn't been doing well recently. I soon found myself at the heavy oak wood door that I knew all to well, the gold trim curving and twisting all the way to the doorknob. All the previous visits cemented it in my mind. I took a shaky breath and knocked on the door. A random bodyguard opened the door with a grand swish to reveal my father sitting at his desk, working on something. I remember this office that never changes, save for the occasional new trophy. Award for man of the year.   Award for man of the decade, to Quentin Heere. Award award award award, it just went on, he got more then half of these just from being "president" if you can even call it that. Back then, president was a fitting name. Now it should be king. I took a deep breath, held my head high and sat down at the other side of the table. I stared at him, expecting him to tell me why he called me here but he just kept on diligently working, He always makes me say it first. "Why did you call me father?" I halfheartedly mumbled.  Knowing what he would say. "Do not mumble, it's sloppy" he mechanically commanded, setting his pen down to talk to me. "As you know we've recently been having a little trouble with your education, especially with math. So you will be given extra lessons since you seem to not be able to get it through your thick skull how to add one to two" he said smoothly. My mouth felt dry and my tongue was heavy. He usually spared me a lecture and just piled on extra, never had he insulted me. I looked around at the walls of the office and simply responded with an okay and then waited for him to dismiss me. After a few uncomfortable second I assumed he had more to say but just as I opened my mouth he said one word "go" I gladly stood up and took my leave. The door closed behind me with a solid thunk, leaving me to angrily walk back to my room.
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