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<12:45pm - twenty eighth of April>
lee felix was new at the school. he'd actually previously attended a very, blazé if you will, public school, so therefore the switch for him was massive.
the first indicator that he was way out of his depth was the uniform, which poked and prodded felix in ways he didn't really feel comfortable with, he was used to chucking on a pair of trackies and joggers ten minutes before he was meant to be in class, but here his regime was forced into strictness, here he was to wear a blazer and fitted trousers every day, not something he looked forward to doing for the next two years, one reason why being he was incredibly self conscious about his butt.
not that he had any reason to be, his backside was perfectly plump and rounded in a nice way, or so he'd been told by his multiple partners who'd become familiar with the area, but everyone has their nit-picks, yknow?
he yawned, tapping the end of his pencil against the blue-lined book that sat blankly in front of him, it's emptiness in itself begging for felix to write something, anything to fill the ink-hungry lines that stretched along the pages.
but felix's mind was elsewhere and elsewhere certainly did not have any correlation with 16th century poets, who, if you really look into it closely, all wrote about the same thing anyway.
love, death and temptations.
another yawn escaped his lips, indicating the lack of sleep he'd obtained the night before.
i can't remember the last time i woke up before eight..
his eyes searched for the clock, a large copper face that was encrusted with oval stones hung above the chalkboard.
twenty minutes until lunch..
felix bit down on his lip to stifle the groan that contorted in his throat. his old school had had much shorter periods, not to mention a much more exciting syllabus and half the time attention wasn't a required accessory for class anyway because there were way too many subject deferring delinquents, the teacher never had time to teach the actual topic.
twenty fucking minutes...
and so the tortuous wait of his glare fluctuating between the clock and his blank book began, like it always did after a student finally gives in to the urge to peak at the time, like breaking the pee seal when you're drunk, it's always a disappointment and you always wish you hadn't.
the more he looked at it, the more apparent the timekeepers intricate details became to him.
felix thought the school and its furnishings were pretty, sure, but he didn't quite understand the dramatic nature of it all, it was a little too much, a little too try hard.
