Poison

I'm Not An "It."

   Ethan sat at his desk, clicking his fingers along with the ticking clock above the door. He count down the seconds to the end of the day. His cheek rested in his palm, his arm held up on a stack of papers. He stayed silent the entire day, letting the kids do as they please. He was too tired to try to fight with any of them today, he was just ready to go home. His fingers stopped, his eyes slowly, starting to close. But an alarm on his phone made him jump. It was finally break time. He rubbed his right eye, getting comfortable again. "Go on." He stated blankly, just wanting to sleep.
   The room emptied itself quickly, the kids all rushing out as he gave them the "go ahead". Though, August and Gram stayed in their spots as they always did, August turned around to talk to Gram about god knows what. Lucas stayed silent in the back of the room, a little bit behind Clyde and Enoch, who also stayed. His head was down, too awkward to look up. Enoch was drawing, but when Ethan gave the go ahead he shut his sketchbook and tapped on Clyde's shoulder to tell him to pay attention to him. He knew he had a snack for him. "Gimme!" He whined excitedly.
   Ethan didn't bother to turn to watch, he kept his eyes towards the open laptop on the desktop, but it didn't take long for his eyes to close again. Clyde jumped a little at the sudden contact. He was so lost in staring at the desk, he was completely out of this world and into his own. He turned and giggles quietly, reaching to his bag. "Don't worry Babe, I got you." He smiled and pulled out a clear bag with a cookie in it. "See?" He giggles and put out his hand for him to get it.
    His eyes practically lit up, giggling and snatching it and opening the bag. He was too excited so it took a second to get it open, but when he did, he pulled out the cookie happily. "Thank you! Wanna bite?" He asked quickly, wanting to share, just in case the other did want some. August glanced over, seeing the cookie. Damn. He wanted one. But.. he turned his attention back to Gram, making him laugh at some stupid joke.
   He giggled and shook his head, moving his hair from his face. "No it's okay." He really didn't. He hated it. He hated just the way it smelled, but he'd suffer for the boy. He noticed August's glance and tried to ignore it but when he heard the laughing he let his mind run. They're laughing at them. They said something about Enoch and they're laughing at him. He glanced over at them. "What's so funny?" He hissed, his hands in his lap now. Usually, he'd watch Enoch nibble on the cookie, staring and admiring the boy, but they made it too hard to focus on him. It made Clyde angry when people would give Enoch so much as a glance, let alone laughing at him. Even though he had to deal with it a lot.
   August looked over at them again, furrowing his brows. "Woah there." He said, obviously in a good enough mood to not snap right back. He put his hands up. "Nothing to do with you, I'm making fun of my penis, which is covered in freckles." He said, turning his attention back to the Snow White headed boy. Enoch heard the little joke, trying his best not to laugh but snickering and letting out a giggle. "Only on your penis?" He asked shyly, looking over at them and trying to be friendly. "Damn right. Especially on the shaft." August said proudly, which sent both Enoch and Gram Into laughing fits. This was rare, August to act like that. So friendly with people.
   Clyde growled under his breath at the comment, sighing and lying his head down. He heard Enoch speak up and looked over at him. He wanted to say something, but just.. dug his nails into his arm, cussing august under his breath. He was jealous. It didn't take much. Just the very thought of Enoch crossing someone else's mind made his skin crawl. He hid his face in his arms, biting his lip a little. "Stupid fucking brat.." he mumbled almost silently. Who the fuck was he to be so nice to him? And to talk about that shit.. with him. He growled and put his arm out, grabbing Enoch's hand to show him. To prove to August.. and himself... that Enoch belonged to him.
   Enoch squeaked, giggling and looking over at him. He got the hint though, smiling and shaking his head. "Jealous?" He asked playfully. August shook his head, finally getting why Clyde was such a dick to him all the time. He was jealous of him. "Relax, I don't do boyfriends. Let alone someone else's boyfriend." He said with a sigh, remembering Cody and the man before him. They'd kind of.. traumatized him. Enoch looked over at him. "Don't wanna share your freckles?" "No. They're only for me and my hand." August choked at his own joke, shaking his head. "God I fucking hate myself." Gram gently shoved him, laughing at him. Lucas looked over at them barely from above his sleeves, but only hid his eyes once more. He hated being in here. It set him off.
   Clyde hated the sound of August's voice, gripping Enoch's hand tighter when the word 'boyfriend' slipped from his teeth. He almost.. pulled at his hand a little, pulling it closer to him. He hid in his arms though, knowing how much shit he'd been in trying to fight the teachers kid. He bit his lip, holding his breath and counting to ten. It took a couple tries, completely tuning august out. "You should.." he spoke in his mind, replying to August's comment. Clyde never really... noticed Lucas. He was so quiet, to himself.. it'd be a surprise if anyone did, especially in a room full of kids. Ethan noticed all of the anger floating through the air and realized he should probably stay awake. So, he took a deep breath, yawning and hiding his face. He moved his arm, opening up something on his laptop to keep him busy for a bit.
    Enoch smiled, rubbing Clyde's hand with his thumb and shaking his head. "Come on baby.. smile!" He giggled, nibbling on the gingerbread cookie. "Plleeeeeaaassseeee?" He asked softly. He hated seeing him get this angry over something, especially something like August. "You know I wouldn't ever do anything.. right..?" He asked, pouting. He was trying a different approach than jokes. August went back to paying attention to something else, leaning back in his chair. "Fuck I'm sleepy." He whined, leaning far enough back to rest his head on Grams desk. Gram poked his forehead, giggling. "So is dad."
   Clyde noticed August wasn't giving Enoch any attention anymore and whined a little, sitting up with his cheek in his palm. "I knowwwww." He loves how Enoch was always trying to keep Clyde happy, but that's why he always so angry when anyone talked to him. He didn't like it, he was supposed to make him happy. Enoch is supposed to be laughing at something he said, smiling because of something he did. Not because of anyone else. And even he knew he was stupid, childish. But he couldn't help it. He just didn't.. he couldn't afford to lose him, especially to someone else. He smiled a little, forced at first, but once he was able to see the pouty look on the boy he'd loved for so long, he couldn't help but smile. "I'm fineee." He squeezes his hand a little, practically begging him not to let go.
Ethan noticed he was being talked about and looked from the corner of his eye. He smiled for a second, turning back around. He still gets.. happy when Gram calls him that. He liked the name, he thought.. it suited it him. He couldn't help it.
   Enoch squeezes his Hand, dropping the pout look and smiling instead. "Do you trust me?" He asked, leaning over on him playfully to make him laugh, or snicker. Any sign that he was okay. August barely pulled himself up to look at Ethan. He laid back again, exposing his belly slightly once more. It was pale against his black shirt. "Yeah, but he's sat in the same spot all day. I have had a productive day." He explained in a half assed way. Enoch went to take a bite out of the gingerbread cookie again, furrowing his brows. "Hey, can I say one more thing to them? Mr. Ryan and August, I mean." He asked quietly to Clyde, not wanting to let him get mad again. "I have a very important question."
  Clyde smiled shyly when he leaned on him and nodded. "I do babe." Ethan rolled his eyes, putting his feet up by his desk. Hell bitch at the little fucker later. Though... he wasn't wrong. Clyde watches and sighs, nodding. "Otay fine.. jus one more." He pouted, putting one finger up to show he was serious, even though the baby talk was counter productive. He was a little curious anyway, Enoch always said "important" when it was silly things that seemingly come out of no where. Things that.. only Enoch would bring up. And it always made him smile.
   Enoch giggled, smiling widely. "Thank you." He turned and looked at August, too afraid to actually talk to Ethan at all. But, he included him in the question. Somewhat. "Hey, August?" He asked, waiting for him to turn to look at him. August perked up, looking over lazily. "What?" He asked, laying his head back against Grams desk again. "Do you and your brother count eating gingerbread cookies as cannibalism, like.. do you avoid them at all costs?" He questioned, acting like he was serious about it but clearly, he was on the verge of laughing. August sat up fully on instant, taking this as his opportunity to get a piece of that cookie he wanted so badly, looking up at Ethan. "Well, I don't know about Ethan," he said, standing up and walking over, taking the cookie and ripping it's head off instead of putting his mouth on it, popping the head in his mouth and handing it back to him. With his mouth full of cookie, he spoke. "But I'm a cannibal." He acted all dark and angry about that last bit, walking back over to his desk and throwing himself down. He fully expected Clyde to walk over and deck him, and he would laugh. Clyde tried to fight him once, and he saw how that turned out. Enoch was left with his little mutilated cookie, laughing. "Oh my god!" He giggled, popping what was left in his mouth.
  Clyde tried not to look at him, letting Enoch have his fun but when August started walking towards him, he let the thought cross his mind. He could put his foot out, watching him stumble and fall on his stupid face. And when he seen him eat the fucking cookie, it took everything in him not to. He bit his lip, looking away. Ethan perked up a little, listening in. "Goddamnit August.." he mumbled quietly, covering his face and trying not to laugh. The kid was clever, he'd give him that. He sat up, covering his mouth a little, only small snickers being able to escape.
   Enoch noticed the way Clyde instantly kind of looked pissed and looked away, grabbing his hand again with his mouth full of food. "He's only playing, baby." He said softly. August saw Ethan start trying to hide his laughter, which made him raise his arms up like he'd had some kind of victory. "I hear you snickering over there!" But he had some attention turned over to the other two, liking how angry he was making Clyde. He was in one of the best moods he'd ever be in, which was rare- but he would still love a good fight. And he was ready to pick one, if he saw the chance.
   Clyde took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah.. yeah I know." He grit his teeth, keeping his glance away from August and Enoch. He didn't really.. return the gesture, leaving his hand still. Ethan took a breath and looked at him. "Shut your mouth!" He squeaked, through his smile. Ethan thought it was funny. Seeing the boy in such a good mood was like... seeing a fucking unicorn. It just didn't happen. Clyde.. he was ready to fight. He was always ready to fight when it came down to Enoch. Though, he knew he couldn't make the first move. It'd be up to August. So he did his best to ignore the boy. But it was hard, just the very existence of him pissed Clyde off. His stupid ass voice ringing through his ears like a virus. He just wanted to beat his face in the fucking wall. Even if he lost last time, he wouldn't hesitate to try again if it came down to it.
   August snickered at him, giggled and shaking his head. But, he saw the way Clyde glared when he looked in August's general direction. He was getting a little fed up with the way he was treating him like that, even though he'd done nothing. "I beat your ass once in a fight, you really wanna look at me like that?" He snarled a lip, narrowing his eyes at the other boy angrily. Gram reached forward, tapping August's shoulder to calm him down. There it was, that snap that always happened. His rare good mood fading. Enoch perked up at the sudden change, as did Lucas, watching everything go down from his corner.
  Clyde growled and rolled his eyes, looking at Enoch. He's dumb. He's just a stupid... fucking.. ugh. He ran his fingers through his hair, forcing a smile at Enoch. He tried his hardest to ignore August's very existence. But it was hard, too hard. His shaky hands fell on the desk, right beside Enoch's. It's hot in here. He took a deep breath, whining a little. He sighed and stood up, practically yelling. "I'm going to the bathroom." He didn't even give Ethan a look. But he glanced at august before he left walking towards the door and practically slamming it behind him.
Ethan looked up, opening his mouth to protest but Clyde was half way down the hall before he could say anything. He sighed, looking at August. He's always pissing people off. It wasn't a look of any emotion, just a look. Ethan himself, still trying to wrap his head around it all.
Clyde walked into the bathroom, slamming himself into the floor inside a stall and crossed his arms. His hands shaking, biting his lip. He needed a cigarette before he went back and beat the fuckers ass, but the tears forming in the corner of his eyes refused to let him get one. "Goddamnit.." he mumbled under his breath, investigating the writing on the stall walls. "I hate his fucking place..." he whined, digging his nails into his arm.
  Enoch jumped up quickly to follow after him, but he was a little nicer about it than Clyde was for fear of getting yelled at. He wasn't that angry, not angry at all, actually, just worried. "Can I go to the bathroom to make sure he's okay?" He asked, placing his hand on the handle. August glared at the door, a smirk slowly crawling across his face. It had been so long sense he'd had a good fight, the last really good one being the one with Live. And he got his ass beat there. So.. he needed to repent anyway. Gram saw the look, shaking his shoulder a little. He knew what was happening, that wasn't August in his right mind. It wasn't the darkness, no, it was the August from before everything happened. The one who lost his grip on what was right and wrong so easily when it came to violence. "Snap out of it, Auggy." He pleaded, his voice so silent and helpless almost. Enoch opened the door and left quickly after seeing how bad August was getting, rushing to the bathroom and sitting down next to Clyde. "He isn't gonna do anything.. calm down, okay..?"
   Ethan looked and nodded, waving the boy off. Soon it was left with the three and Lucas in the corner. He bit his lip, sitting his book down. "August, don't give him that fucking look." He growled a little, not being the pleading one he usually is. He stood up and walked over to him, making him look at him. "August, you gotta calm down." He stated softly, sitting on the desk. Shit.. break is almost over.
Clyde looked at him for a second and hid his face in his arms, not wanting Enoch to see him cry. "I know baby..." he bit his lip, forcing his tears down and wiping his eyes. He looked back up at him. "I guess I'm just... I don't know.."
  August heard the control in his voice, the tone in his voice. "I am very calm, wouldn't you say?" He kept that grin, the one that meant he wasn't really okay. He was in a dangerous mood. He had his first balled up his fist tight enough to make the knuckles turn white, trying to keep himself from punching the desk, or wall. Lucas watched the boy struggle, noticing it easily sense everyone in his home was like that, basically. He bit his lip, laying his head back down. He heard the other kids rushing back to the room, knowing that would only make the boy that much worse.
  Enoch rested his head on the others shoulders taking a deep breath. "We should go back. Only thirty more minutes and class will be over, okay?" Ethan sighed and poked his cheek. "Calm your tits little boy." He stood up and walked back to his desk, hearing the kids rush in. Even he got a little pissed hearing the annoying brats. He sat down, watching them walk in.
Clyde sighed and bit his lip, putting his hand on the boy's thigh. "I don't.. I don't really wanna go back. It's okay if you want to." He looks at him and smiles a little. "I'm sorry baby.. I know I'm weird."
Ethan finally glanced at Lucas. He really didn't like this kid, but there was plenty. Enoch shook his head and smiled. "No, it's okay. We can both stay here." He said happily. "I don't think Mr. Ryan will care too much, you  got August going." He said, laughing. Hoping that would make him smile in the least.
  Lucas caught him looking at him, biting down on his lip. He didn't like that. The way he looked at him. "What?" He asked, raising his brows at him. August remembered the last time Lucas did anything, the way he hurt Gram. "Don't even try talking to him, dumbass." August spat, glaring over at the boy. He wasn't a fair fight either. He was strong, too strong... but it would be fun. To those two, it seemed like they was the only two in the room, and all the other brats didn't matter.
  Clyde did smile. He lied his head on Enoch's, grabbing his hand gently. "Okay..." he closed his eyes, the shaking starting to dissipate.
Ethan noticed the tension, looking August. "August shut up." He hissed. He didn't like getting that kind of tone with him but knew he had to stop him from doing something stupid.
   Enoch held onto his hand tightly, smiling at the smile Clyde produced. "There's that smile!" He squeaked. He also noticed the way his shaking was going away, smiling even wider.
  August shot his head at him, shooting him an angry look. "He almost killed Gram." He snarled, which. provoked Lucas snapping at him. "I didn't fucking mean to!" He practically yelled, slamming his fist down on the desk. It caused every one of the kids in the room to jump and stare at him. They were still scared of him for what he'd done.
  Clyde smiled wider seeing the boy doing the same. He couldn't help it. It always brightened his world. The distance markings from his nails went by unnoticed by him, which Clyde was very thankful for.
Ethan stood, slamming his hands on his desk. "I said shut up goddamnit!!" His voice was loud, echoing through the silent room. He grit his teeth, looking at them. "Lucas, leave!" He put his arm out, pointing at the door. "Now." He growled, leaving his free hand on the desk.
  Enoch had noticed, he just.. didn't say anything about it. He decided it would just ruin this chance to make the other smile if he brought it up. "I love you." He said softly.
  Lucas snarled angrily at Ethan, glaring at him and August both. "That's not fucking fair!" He screamed, standing up hard enough to knock his desk over. "He's the one fucking yelling at me! I didn't do shit this time!" His outrage was familiar. The same exact freak out August had when he and Ethan met. August let out a mean ass laugh, watching him. "Jesus Christ."
  Clyde let a small giggle out. He didn't know how Enoch always did it. He always knew the right things to say, to do. It was just.. the existence of him. No matter what happened, as long as he seen him smiling, he would do the same without hesitation. "I love you so much.." he ran his thumb across the boy's hand, watching it.
Ethan growled and looked at August. "Do you wanna leave too?" He hissed, stepping out from his desk and walking towards Lucas. In that moment, he almost forgot who Lucas was, what he had done. "Get.. the fuck out.. of my class. You little shit." He growled, keeping eye contact. His own turning to more of a grey than a white. He was beyond pissed, and if he was to think about it, he'd react in ways he'd tried so hard to break away from. "GO!!"
  Enoch giggled, smiling happily and opening his eyes to look up at him. "I love you too, Clyde.." he purred, clearly happy that he was finally in a better mood. That was all he strived for. To make this boy happy.
  August saw the way Ethan was reacting, getting up and getting between them instantly. "Don't go near it!" He snarled. It. It. It. Lucas played that in his head on repeat. "IT?!? IM NOT A FUCKING IT." That was his breaking point, his eyes glowing vibrantly, getting up from his spot. August heard the screaming from behind him, but kept eye contact with Ethan. "You can't fight him. He will kill you." He said under his breath, realizing how bad the situation was becoming.  Clyde was so tired. He didn't even thinking about smoking right now. He was.. too caught up in this amazing moment. Every second with them alone, felt like a movie to him. It felt like a dream. Like a perfect life. And he loved it.
Ethan jumped back a little when August got between them. He noticed the glowing eyes and his own went wide, grabbing august and pulling him away. "Lucas just leave." His voice was softer now, but stern. He couldn't let this happen again. He couldn't let him hurt anyone. Especially not August. He put his hand down, biting the inside of his lip. "Lucas... go."
   Enoch smiled, letting out a yawn with a squeak, giggling. "I'm sleepy." He said, though.. used baby talk. He knew how much Clyde liked it when he used baby talk. He giggled, looking over at him and squeezing his hand.
   Lucas shook his head, still pissed. He could decide which he was angrier at. Ethan for picking favorites or August for calling him a fucking it. He didn't make a move, didn't show any sign of using his magic, just walked past them. He knew how to hurt them. Ethan would be left emotionally hurt, August physically. As he walked past them, his eyes stopped glowing, and August's eyes started to bleed.
  Clyde giggled and nodded. "Meeee tooooo," He whined and bit his lip, closing his eyes again. He hadn't slept since the night before. Bad mistake, considering the boy slept Far more often than most usually. He rubbed his eye and sat up to keep himself awake.
Ethan watched, almost letting his guard down. He was leaving, right? But he seen his eyes burn down to its normal color. Something pulling at him to look at August. Maybe the stare he was giving him. But he didn't fight it, turning to look at him. Only a little at first, a small stream in the inner corner. Then it fell faster, more. His eyes went wide, his hands shaking. "LUCAS!! LUCAS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He turned to him, grabbing him by his shirt. "STOP IT!! DAMNIT STOP!!!!" He looked over his shoulder, august didn't move. Almost like.. he couldn't.
    Enoch laughed a bit, resting his head on his shoulder. "Wanna nap? The bell will wake us up. At least it'll wake me up." He corrected himself quickly.
  Lucas stopped, looking back at him, his eyes staying their normal shade. "I want you both to suffer." He said, his voice sinister. He did not like them. At all. August just stood there, staring blankly for a minute, Lucas smirking at him. But.. Lucas snapped out of it, hardly. He let the boy go, letting the blood stop flowing and him drop to the floor. He let out a laugh, looking down at him. "I'm not an it." He turned, walking out. He wanted to go home.