Ten stared out the window, the coll early spring breeze ruffling his hair. He rested his chin on his hand, looking like a basic anime protagonist.
His thoughts swirled through his head, along with the chaotics of his schedule. He had another shift almost right after school, and while he didn't feel like giving old men who smelled like earwax and sweat lap dances, he really needed the money.
Ten was a stripper. Now that may not seem like the ideal job for a high school student going through finals, but a mans gotta make money some way or another.
The math lesson droned on, Ten still lost in his own imagination.
Meanwhile, the teacher was asking unsuspecting students to answer the question on the board. After the first victim got the question wrong, he moved on to Ten, the perfect person to call on,looking-out-the-window and everything.
"Ten!" The teacher said. Ten was snapped out of his trance, and his attention was brought back to the class session he was supposed to be participating in.
Ten jumped in his seat. "Y-yes?" He stuttered. "Could you answer the question on the board please?"
He looked at the board momentarily before deciding that finding the square root of whatever type of triangle was on the board at the moment took a bit too much work.
"Uh... 33?" He guessed. The teacher sighed. "Wrong. Please pay more attention in my class, students." the students giggled, and then put his chin back onto his hand.
Fucking triangles.
Could the day be going any slower? she was only in the second class of the day still another. 5 more to go. He glanced at the clock only 5 more minutes. 3 more. 2 more. One.
As soon as the bell rang, he jumped out of his seat and sprinted towards the bathroom.
Throwing his messenger bag on the floor, and heaved open the clouded window. The cool air slapped him in the face. He breathed in the satisfying freshness, his lungs filled with the freshness.
Yes, Ten was skipping class, but he didn't have anything that important going on in any of his classes. Apart from an English exam, a biology project (that he didn't do) to present, and the study guide for the History exam was being passed out.
Okay, maybe there was a lot going on today, but Ten didn't plan on going to college so he could honestly care less. He stuck one leg out the window,and then the other. He maneuvered himself to push himself out, and that was when he saw Lucas standing in the entrance of the restroom.
A/N
finally publishing this holy-
im sorry to all the people that were waiting for this :'(
i hope yall like it!! see ya next time
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Lost on the Dance Floor - taeten
FanficTen is a seventeen-year-old high school student who finds no joy in his current life. He goes to school, leaves, and goes to work at his job. Which, not to mention, is being a stripper. He's not a "whore" or anything, but he just needs to make some...
