A Proscriptive Relationship

:A Proscriptive Relationship: 4-2

If you're confused, I rewrote the beginning of this story, so I had to add an extra chapter because I wrote too much lol.

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“Here.”

Mr. Heywood watched me intently as I placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of him, making sure it was on a coaster. My mom would kill me if I damaged the wood on her table. Mr. Heywood gave me a polite smile as he picked up the hot mug, putting it to his lips, and taking a sip. He made a face, putting the cup back down on the table. “Sugar?” he requested in a sweet voice.

“Um, sure, I’ll go get it,” I told him, treading back into the kitchen.

It took me a few moments to locate the small, porcelain jar that we kept the sugar in. After grabbing a spoon and some half-and-half just in case he wanted it, I returned to the living room. Mr. Heywood looked at me expectantly as I placed the condiments in front of him.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I awkwardly stood in front of him for a moment before taking a seat across from him on the couch. He picked up the sugar, and began to pile spoonful after spoonful into his cup. So much to the point where I doubted you could even taste the coffee. “Isn’t that a little unhealthy?” I commented as he raised the mug to his lips and took a sip.

He shrugged. “Most likely. But I like it better this way.”

“Like a kid,” I commented, twiddling my thumbs.

Mr. Heywood chuckled. “I suppose, yes.”

It went silent again and I awkwardly stared at the floor. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what I could say. I barely knew the man, how could I think of small talk? Saying something like “how’s the weather?” seemed incredibly lame. I glanced up at Mr. Heywood quickly. He was staring at me with a pained expression. Confused, I furrowed my eyebrows. Why was he giving me that look? He abruptly looked away, a scowl appearing on his face. I dropped my eyes back to the floor quickly.

Eventually the silence started getting to me, so I asked the question we both knew I was going to ask eventually. “So the other day… Did you… did you know those guys back there?”

Mr. Heywood nodded his head. “Yeah…” He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “They were from the gang I used to be in.”

I nodded as he spoke. And then what he said actually processed in my mind. My jaw dropped. “You were in a gang?”

Mr. Heywood nodded, grinning at me. “Yep. Get me more coffee.”

I stared at him, my mouth still hanging open. Did he actually just order me to go get him more coffee when he was a guest in my house? What happened to the nice, suave, and handsome biology teacher?

“Get to it,” he said, shooing me with hands.

Still in shock, I stood up and went to the kitchen to make him another cup of coffee. So, not only was our new biology teacher an ex-delinquent, but he either had a split personality, or he was a total fake at school. There was also the possibility that I was just reading into this wrong… No, that seemed almost impossible. He was definitely ordering me around. But maybe he meant it in a friendly way? I almost laughed at the thought. Yeah, right.

After I had finished his fresh cup of coffee I went back into the living room. Mr. Heywood was pawing through a bowl of candy on the table, frowning deeply at the bowl. He sure was making himself at home at my house. I set the new cup of coffee down in front of him and he pulled it closer to him, pouring in heaps of sugar once again.