Euthanasia (Kellic)

34: The Teacher

We Are Talking About Plastic Girls, With Egotistic Guys Oh Yeah Talking About How It Looks Void Oh How We Lie

Vic looked absolutely terrifyingly peaceful there like that, his head down and focused entirely on the laptop in front of him and I had terrible difficulty understanding just how the fuck he managed to even make it seem like he vaguely enjoyed work of some sort, and the fact that he was optionally choosing to finish this after school was just beyond my comprehension.

Then again, Vic was the type that actually signed up for all that extra curricular shit, I mean, he was head boy for Christ's sake, but I still couldn't understand why anyone would optionally want to do work. Head boy, I suppose paid off for not just him, but the both of us, but whatever he was typing out right now, I knew I was ignorant, but I couldn’t' see that paying off anytime soon, especially not in my favour at all.

"You actually look like you want to do that - what the fuck, man?" I furrowed my eyebrows, approaching him from behind and joining him where he sat on his bed, his fingers preoccupied with entirely the wrong thing here, I mean, he was choosing whatever the fuck that was, over me - ridiculous, I know.

"I do want to do this Kellin." Vic let out a sigh, pulling his eyes away from the laptop to screen to let them lock onto mine, and I let myself fall into his gaze, distracting myself from just about everything with those fucking eyes of his and I just wished he wasn't so goddamn busy so I could just kiss him, even if that would've been a reckless idea.

"Have you been brainwashed?" I asked, honesty present in my voice, as I very much relied on the belief that anyone voluntarily doing school shit must be brainwashed to some degree, or there's something seriously wrong with them.

"Nah, Kellin, I just would like to have some hope of passing my exams at all." He let out a sigh, putting the laptop down and turning to me. "I'm not going to get this finished with you around, am I?" He let out a sigh, smirking at me just a little, and I gathered that perhaps he really would much rather occupy himself with me than whatever the fuck he was doing there.

"Oh, it's fine." I smirked, leaning away from him and gesturing towards the discarded laptop, still open on the screen of what I could only guess was Microsoft Word - as I've said, fascinating. "Go ahead, finish it. I'll just watch, in utter boredom. It's fine - you really won't even notice me." I gestured casually with my hands as I spoke.

"Kellin, we both know that you're entirely too much of a distraction to me for that to ever happen." Vic sighed, shaking his head, smiling at himself in a vaguely amusing manner, before shutting the lid of his laptop and lifting it off the bed to put it down on the floor for it to be completely ignored for the next few hours at the very least.

"Distraction?" I let out a mock gasp, my eyebrows rising as the word departed from my lips. "What on earth could you ever mean by that, Victor?" I smirked at him, shuffling closer to him once more, and wondering just how productive we could be, but in other ways entirely. No one ever said you needed a laptop to get down to work with someone.

Of course the kind of work I was talking about was really not going to help him pass his exams at all, but in that circumstance, I reckoned that perhaps his exams weren't so important after all. 

"I mean that you have these freakishly blue eyes popping out of their sockets at me as I'm trying to work and it's very hard not to notice, and even get a little creeped out in the process." He sighed, continuing to shake his head and just looking at me. It was a little unnerving, in fact.

"My eyes are a beautiful blue, Victor." I said, my voice forced into a painfully fake posh accent, which there was no doubt about the ridiculousness of. "My best feature, people may say, of course, those are the people who haven't seen the size of-"