Jonathan x Clipboard

part one}the first meeting

Jonathan walks into his new classroom after his meeting, two hours before the first day of school. He looks around the room at the desks looks at his class list, but something catches his eye. A beautiful black clipboard with the name of his students written on the silky white paper. All the blank boxes next to the names he looks the clipboard up and down. Picking up the clipboard to feel it's thick black plastic kind of rough but he likes his clipboards that way. Thick, rough and sturdy, just the perfect size to fit in his hands. All the blank spaces on the papers, oh the things he could do with those, Jonathan wonders to himself what is he going to do with this clipboard was just mearly for attendence so for so much more. Someone opens the door to his room but he doesn't notice he's busy staring at the shiny metal bar keeping the thin white papers in place. "Ongaro" someone says from the doorway breaking his focus from the clipboard back to reality. "Yeah" he says voice horse from the morning coffee with a suspicious amount of milk in it, milk still laying on his top lip. "It's time to go get the students" a tall curly haired man says say motions for him to follow. He apprehensively puts down the thick black clipboard and follows the tall man.

In the gym he stares at the tables and tables of students wondering which ones are eon that beautiful black clipboard of his. The curly haired man leads him to a table, he motions for the kids to get up and he leads the line to his classrooms. He opens the door to let the students in as he stands at the door ready to greet the students his eyes can't help but stare at the clipboard longingly. He greets his students as they come in a sit at their spots on the seating chart. He picks up the clipboard and looks over his class, "this is going to be a good year" he thinks to himself.

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Jonathan greets his students once again, the year he once thought was going good is turning out to be false. At least he still has his clipboard he's grown to love everything about it. It's rough black texture, it's beautiful metal bar keeping his lists in place a space just big enough for him to rest his pen. He often says late at night just to spend a little extra time with his clipboards. Jonathans forth period is his favorite it's his prep period, just him and his clipboard all alone for a while hour and a half. The seating chart projected on the board incredibly blurry. "Today we're gonna sit in our correct seats, I know it's Friday but we still got work" he says while greeting his students. After he's done greeting the students he goes and quickly fixes the projector, jonathan looks around the room to see the students out of their assigned seats. "Guys let's get in our assigned seats please, just because it's Friday doesn't mean it's time to mess around" he screams at his students. Another idea pops in his head one he treasures all to much, the clipboard. "Anyone not in their correct seats gets a check" jonathan says a sparkle in his eye as he heads to grab his beloved clipboard.

Picking the clipboard up is almost orgasmic to him he's almost addicted. Stroking the think mental bar at the top counting the students that are out of their seat. Here comes his favorite part of the day, checks. Adding one, two three, even four checks he's thrilled at the action. A smile on his face as he sees two kids sharing a small bag of hot Cheetos lime. "Hey you to out that away or it's a check" jonathan says sternly but his voice cracks. He is "enforcing the rules" but secretly he doesn't want them to out the Cheetos away. He just wants to add another beautiful check to the almost blank checklist infornt of him. To his amusement they don't put away the Cheetos they continue to eat the hot red snack."I said put the snack away" he tries to say sternly but he can't muster up the courage to say it sternly because he's secretly hopes he can just add one more check to his beautiful clipboard. To no avail they do not put up the snack. "alright that's a check" Jonathan says with slight excitement in his voice. He adds another check mark or two more each check he adds he feels like it brings him closer and closer to the clipboard.

Oh how much Jonathan wishes he could bring his clipboard home for just one night. The the things he could do with the clipboard he wishes he could just have more than an hour and thirty minutes with it. "Okay guys since nobody can shut up, it's silent solo now" he says. But deep down he wishes he could just have some silent solo with his clipboard, but to no avail the kids just keep talking secretly he hopes they never shut up. Each check he adds to his clipboard just brings him closer and closer to the edge. "guys I said SILENT SOLO" he said voice more horse than the last time.

The clock hits 9:51 the first bell rings and all of the students start packing up their binders. "Stop packing up it's not time you still have more time to work" Jonathan says with an eager voice. The students ignore him and continue to back up "alright that's a check for anybody who continues to pack up do not pack up" Jonathan says. He can only hope they continue to pack up. The students do not start packing up to Joy. grabbing his pain and staring down at the almost blank white paper he starts feeling in the chest one after another. the pleasure he gets from adding each check it almost makes him want to explode with excitement. The second bell rings "okay now you can pack up" Jonathan says. All the students are already packed up the binders are being put a way. "Guys sit back at your seat" Jonathan says loudly. the students do not sit back at their seat. "everybody who doesn't send out their seat that's a check" Jonathan says with even more excitement than the last time. the third bell rings in the students just walk out, he didn't even get to see the people who walked out so he couldn't check them. The disappointment I'm jonathans eyes is so clear but the next. He has is his prep. That means he gets all alone with his clipboard the things he'll do.

Part two- the curly brackets of marriage {Coming soon}