School started up again before long, much to their displeasure.
"Alright, I'm taking it easy on you today. A simple writing exercise about the thing you know the most about: yourselves," their English teacher announced.
The entire class seemed to let out a relieved sigh.
"Get out a piece of notebook paper, please."
There was a slight rustling as they all did so. Blaine mouthed yes across the classroom at Kurt, who grinned. He had gotten glasses for the time being before he figured out if his eyes healed fully. He couldn't miss classes.
"Alright, for the first one, list ten characteristics you like about yourself. No physical characteristics, like 'great eyebrows' or 'perfect hair.'"
"Both of which apply to Blaine," Jeff said, causing the class to laugh. He gave the teacher a sheepish smile, not having realized he said that aloud.
The teacher laughed slightly. "But my point is not to write those. Write personality traits. Now start writing."
She walked around the classroom as they wrote.
"S-m-a-r-t," she spelled out quietly as she passed one student.
He looked down at his paper, correcting it. "Goddamn dyslexia," he mumbled under his breath.
"That's a physical characteristic," she said softly, tapping Thad's paper.
"Not for me, it isn't," Thad returned just as quietly.
She nodded, moving back to the front of the classroom. "Alright, you can continue to fill those out as we do the others. Second, name three characteristics you like about yourself that can also be found in your friends."
She sighed. "Clarington, why don't I see you writing?"
"Because I'm an asshole that has no friends," he mumbled, too quiet for her to hear.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"No, please. Tell me what you said."
Hunter sighed, looking up at her. "I said I'm not writing because I'm an asshole who has no friends," he repeated.
"We don't tolerate that language here, Mr. Clarington," she reprimanded.
"There's a hell of a lot you don't tolerate," Hunter muttered. He picked up his things and left the classroom, leaving the paper.
The others just watched him leave, wondering what happened. Sure, they definitely agreed, but Hunter had never admitted it.
Jeff leaned over, picking up the paper and reading it.
Hunter Clarington
1. Name ten characteristics you like about yourself.
• There are none.
• I fucking suck.
• I left my roommate alone when I clearly shouldn't have and he tried to kill himself.
• I'm rude.
• I'm abusive.
• I hate my mother, whom I should love, and she hates me.
• Everyone hates me.
• I hate myself.
• I'm disrespectful.
• My dad's in jail because of me.
He glanced up at the teacher, seeing that she wasn't paying attention. He tucked the paper underneath his own.
"Three: how would someone who cares about you describe you?"
Thad stifled a laugh, thinking of Ryan.
An absolute dork.
Kurt and Blaine exchanged a look across the classroom.
His soulmate.
Matt smiled to himself, remembering Sebastian's words.
Beautiful, inside and out.
Sebastian chuckled.
Reckless.
Wes smiled.
Strong.
David glanced over at Wes.
Either caring or nosy- depends on their mood.
Nick grinned down at his desk, remembering his picture-perfect Christmas.
Adorable, or too pure for this world.
Jeff looked around at the boys around him.
Protective.
"Alright, number four. Why do your friends like you?"
Thad chuckled.
I'm really,
Blaine raised an eyebrow.
extremely,
Kurt bit back a laugh.
flamboyantly,
Matt rolled his eyes fondly.
absolutely,
Sebastian smirked.
100%,
Wes smiled down at his desk.
proudly,
David stopped himself from laughing.
very,
Nick shot a look at Jeff.
super
Jeff snorted.
GAY.
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Back To Our Roots, Book One
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