Jonathan x Clipboard

part two}the curly brackets

After Johnathans students left the classroom one by one he stared longingly at his black clipboard. Finally he can have his prep period. He's been dreaming about this moment for so long he shuts his door, pulling it extra hard to make sure it's closed properly. Walking over to the cart in the middle of his room he shuts off the projector, closes his work laptop. Staring at the black clipboard, what he wants most he can't help but reach his hand out to touch it's rough black sides. Jonathan quickly glances at the door and back at the clipboard. Knowing he is safe for now he picks up the black clipboard and admires it's beauty. These clipboards at MAS are so much better then the ones at his old school back in _____. The ones he had back in ____ are thin, brown and cheap, the kind of clipboard you CANT get wet. Oh, but these the MAS clipboards are sturdy and hard. Picking up the clipboard and stroking it's beautiful metal bar. Looking into his own eyes in the reflection of the metal staring contently at himself, Jonathan looks at the door and back at the clipboard. "Maybe I deserve a little partner practice after today" jonathan says to himself. He strips the black clipboard of it's papers, the attendance papers too. He's been silent for so long he deserves this partner practice.

The rough and bumpy but somehow silky smothe plastic felt angelic against his skin. He loosens the buttons on his shirt and lets out a heavy sigh. He's been doing what he wishes he could do all long but never had the guts to do. He looks into his own eyes through the metal bar once again, slowly he brings the clipboard to his face. Now closer with the clipboard then he's ever been he looks lustfully back at himself. He strokes his hand across the bumpy sides, just the perfect texture. As he runs his hands all over the clipboard he can feel himself getting goosebumps. He feels like a nervous teenager back in highschool again. He puckers his lips and kisses the metal bar, his lips being separated by the bar. It's cold against his lips something he's never felt before from any woman or man he's ever kissed before. The warmth from his lips is slowly heating up the bar. He pulls away for a second surprised at how good the kiss was. Jonathan is in awe staring at the clipboard. Once again he runs his fingers long the side of the clipboard, "baby are you a numerator, because I'm about to denominate you"jonathan says, voice rough. For a moment he felt silly, he is a grown man kissing a clipboard in a room alone. He forgets about that when he looks back at the clipboard. He feels silly trying to do pickup lines on a black clipboard but oh he loves it so much.

Before he even realized the time the bell rang. He hears a knock on the door, he feels like he's been caught lips on clipboard. He quickly tried to dress the clipboard again but he ends up dropping the papers all over the floor, he hears the late bell ring. He knows he's been caught cold lipped. He opens the door "sorry kids I got a little caught up in my work" jonathan says looking at the mess of papers on the floor and his beautiful clipboard on the desk next to the cart. The students come in and sit down, somebody it's at the seat with the clipboard I'm the desk but he doesn't notice, he's busy picking up all the papers when he looks up he sees the student holding HIS clipboard. Jonathan doesn't know when happens he just blacks out. He ripps the clipboard from the students hands "DONT YOU EVER TOUCH MY CLIPBOARD AGAIN" he says pointing at the student and yelling. "I AM SO SICK AND TRIED OF Y'ALLS DISRESPECT, BUDAH WOULD NEVER DO THIS TO ME" he screams still pointing agressivly at the student. He holds the clipboard protectively in his arms, the student looking terrified in front of him. After Johnathan got done yelling he looks around at all the students looking at him, they burst into laughter. His face gets red and his eyes swell up with tears he holds the clipboard protectively while he jumbles through the papers to find the class list. "Alright everyone's who's laughing is getting a check" he says voice cracking the tears in his eyes threatening to spill. All the students keep laughing one student from the front corner speaks up "GuYS WhOEvER Is LAUghInG gETs A CHeCk" the student says making the whole class laugh again. "YOU" he points agressivly at the student "OUTSIDE NOW TOUR GETTING A PHONE CALL HOME" jonathan says voice still cracking. He angerly makes his way over to the laptop and pauses the projector. He types agressivly and writes down the phone number and leaves to the phone. Once jonathan looks down at the sticky note attached to the clipboard he realizes he wrote the number so messy even he can't read it not willing to go through the embarassment of walking back and re-writing the number he calls the front office to get a principal in here.

After the very long and hard class is over he can finally go home. As he's locking up his cabinet he spots the clipboard just laying there on the desk. Then he has an idea he walks over and looks at it. He grabs the clipboard and looks it up and down, maybe he can break the rules just this once. "I've had a hard day I deserve this" jonathan thinks to himself as he slips the clipboard into his messenger bag. A smile spreads across his face knowing he is about to do what he has wanted for so long. Turning off the lights to his classroom he closes the door and walks out of the building content. Even if he had a hard day at least he has his clipboard to depend on.