Ship Oneshots

Solangelo ll No means no

Will Solace's Point Of View

"Mr. Solace?" One of my students called.

"Yes, Felicity?" I flashed my smile as I made my way over to the 8th grader.

"So.. a lot of us have noticed that you have a ring on your finger now. Are you married now?" My cheeks went fairly red, but my smile grew wider.

"You guys notice everything." I laughed.

"But I got engaged. I held up my hand, allowing them to see the band.

"Oh shit! Mr. Solace is going to get married!" Trevor shouted, laughing.

"I wonder what it's like to be dating such a hot guy. He's so muscular and definitely has to have a huge dick. I'd definitely let him take my virginity." I held back a cough as one of the more popular girls spoke to her friends in a disturbing manner.

8th graders and their hormones. I've heard her speak like that a few times, but never said anything. I'd rather not be that asshole that embarrasses a little girl in front of others. Especially when 8th grade is really important for these kids.

I'd rather not imagine the scene she's imagining, though.

"Anna!" One of her friends shoved.

"What? It's true. I bet his wife is ugly anyway. He should be with me. I'm old enough."

I cleared my throat, thinking of a subtle way to stop the conversation.

"Yup, I will get married. It took me so long to get to this point. It reminds me that I'm getting older. Don't grow up too fast guys. It's not a bad thing to play with toy cars and dolls at your age." I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Some of us are too grown up for dolls, Mr. Solace. Most of us are ready for relationship and can't wait to be married." Anna stated, flipping her hair.

"You're still young. You're only what? 12? 13? You shouldn't have to think about that stuff yet." I tried to not offend anyone because I knew that no matter how much I tried, some of these kids were already having sex, smoking, and drinking. It's such a shame. They just don't enjoy their real childhood anymore.

"To each their own." She shrugged.

"You know what. That's given me an idea for this weeks art project. We'll be doing paper mâché. You get to pick something from your childhood to make. Whether it's a toy or a refrence to a cartoon. Anything you want."

"Yes! I call dibs on spongbob y'all!" Andrew laughed out, a fist in the air.

"Aw crap. Now I have to pick something else." I joked.

"Did you even have a tv when you were little?" A girl named Jess asked.

I faked a gasp, "Just how old do you think I am!?"

She was about to answer when the class doors were jolted open.

One of my students came in with a tear stained face.

"Hey, come here. What happened?" I pulled him outside of my class so none of the other kids would hear.

"It's Mr. Di'Angelo. He- He screamed at me." I shut my eyes, asking why.