Post by Muse on Mar 30, 2011 14:04:21 GMT 10
Title: Math Class
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 645
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: AU: Central Corus High School is not your normal high school, not with Gary and Raoul wreaking havoc in it... (based on prompts from MLIA.)
Happy Birthday, Sidonie; here is my first ever G/R
Warning: Rated for Unicorn Sparkles.
Raoul was startled awake by the dull ‘thwap’ of textbooks hitting the desk to his left. Blearily, he opened his eyes to the sight of an obnoxiously awake Gary sliding into the vacant chair, grinning at him.
“Wake up, Raoul; the sun is shining, the birds are singing, it’s eight a.m. and we’re in algebra!”
Oh, gods. Not now. Not this early. Raoul groaned into his arm and hauled himself into a sort of sitting up position, glaring sleepily at his best friend. “I hate you, you know that?”
Whatever Gary was about to retort—probably something crude—was lost as half of the class around them broke out into titters and whispers.
All of the girls had eyes only for the person who had just walked through the door.
“Good morning, everyone.” The substitute teacher looked around at his class. Apparently Roger Conte had graduated from university already.
Gary looked around the room in disgust as every girl in class immediately straightened, touched their hair, and smiled at the tall, dark haired teacher. “Oh, really? Get a life.”
“Jon didn’t say anything about Roger coming back…” Raoul stifled a yawn and pillowed his head in his arms.
“Jon doesn’t say much of anything these days unless you happen to be on the cheerleading squad,” Gary grumbled under his breath.
“Clearly, you are jealous of him,” Raoul retorted, ignoring Gary’s scathing glare.
“I am not jeal—”
“Gareth Naxen, please come and copy your answers on the board.” Roger was staring straight at them, eyebrows raised slightly in feigned innocence as Gary stomped to the front of the room.
Aware that every eye in the room was on the crisp, put together Roger Conte, Gary swiped his answers sloppily across the board. A whisper in his ear made him jump a foot; Roger warned quietly, “A little less chatting in the back of my classroom, if you don’t mind, Gareth.”
The sharp intake of breath behind him told Gary that every girl in the room would give anything to trade places with him at the moment. “Don’t call me Gareth, Roger.”
“Mr. Conte, if you please, Gareth; I must do my best to present a professional image.”
Roger clearly enjoyed torturing Gary.
Gary slammed his book shut and stomped back to his desk.
Raoul grinned sleepily at his irritated friend. “Look, now you don’t have to be jealous of Jon; every girl in the room is looking at you.” Raoul nodded towards the rest of the class, where the girls, especially that crazy one Josiane, were glancing back and forth between Roger and Gary.
Gary sneered delicately and turned away from Raoul. Clearly, his big friend had nothing of consequence to say.
“Mr. Conte?” Raoul raised his hand. “I don’t think I solved question six right; can you check my work?”
Roger’s brilliant grin elicited another wave of sighs, and he walked between the desks until he could skim Raoul’s work over his shoulder.
“You forgot to carry the X through the entire parenthetical statement.” Roger tapped the page. He turned enough towards Gary to see the other teen’s homework. “Gary’s got it, why don’t you ask him for help if you get stuck again?”
Gary got caught somewhere between a glare (because, really, Roger had only been back for less than a day and Gary was already fed up) and a smirk (because OF COURSE he could do his math homework) and was caught totally unprepared for Roger’s next comment.
“By the way, Gary, I just wanted to say how that shirt totally accents your biceps.”
Gary wasn’t sure if the noise in his ears came from the girls, tittering or gasping at the comment, from Raoul snorting elegantly into his arm in an attempt not to laugh, or if the noise was the whistling sound of the bottom of his stomach dropping out.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 645
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: AU: Central Corus High School is not your normal high school, not with Gary and Raoul wreaking havoc in it... (based on prompts from MLIA.)
Happy Birthday, Sidonie; here is my first ever G/R
Warning: Rated for Unicorn Sparkles.
Raoul was startled awake by the dull ‘thwap’ of textbooks hitting the desk to his left. Blearily, he opened his eyes to the sight of an obnoxiously awake Gary sliding into the vacant chair, grinning at him.
“Wake up, Raoul; the sun is shining, the birds are singing, it’s eight a.m. and we’re in algebra!”
Oh, gods. Not now. Not this early. Raoul groaned into his arm and hauled himself into a sort of sitting up position, glaring sleepily at his best friend. “I hate you, you know that?”
Whatever Gary was about to retort—probably something crude—was lost as half of the class around them broke out into titters and whispers.
All of the girls had eyes only for the person who had just walked through the door.
“Good morning, everyone.” The substitute teacher looked around at his class. Apparently Roger Conte had graduated from university already.
Gary looked around the room in disgust as every girl in class immediately straightened, touched their hair, and smiled at the tall, dark haired teacher. “Oh, really? Get a life.”
“Jon didn’t say anything about Roger coming back…” Raoul stifled a yawn and pillowed his head in his arms.
“Jon doesn’t say much of anything these days unless you happen to be on the cheerleading squad,” Gary grumbled under his breath.
“Clearly, you are jealous of him,” Raoul retorted, ignoring Gary’s scathing glare.
“I am not jeal—”
“Gareth Naxen, please come and copy your answers on the board.” Roger was staring straight at them, eyebrows raised slightly in feigned innocence as Gary stomped to the front of the room.
Aware that every eye in the room was on the crisp, put together Roger Conte, Gary swiped his answers sloppily across the board. A whisper in his ear made him jump a foot; Roger warned quietly, “A little less chatting in the back of my classroom, if you don’t mind, Gareth.”
The sharp intake of breath behind him told Gary that every girl in the room would give anything to trade places with him at the moment. “Don’t call me Gareth, Roger.”
“Mr. Conte, if you please, Gareth; I must do my best to present a professional image.”
Roger clearly enjoyed torturing Gary.
Gary slammed his book shut and stomped back to his desk.
Raoul grinned sleepily at his irritated friend. “Look, now you don’t have to be jealous of Jon; every girl in the room is looking at you.” Raoul nodded towards the rest of the class, where the girls, especially that crazy one Josiane, were glancing back and forth between Roger and Gary.
Gary sneered delicately and turned away from Raoul. Clearly, his big friend had nothing of consequence to say.
“Mr. Conte?” Raoul raised his hand. “I don’t think I solved question six right; can you check my work?”
Roger’s brilliant grin elicited another wave of sighs, and he walked between the desks until he could skim Raoul’s work over his shoulder.
“You forgot to carry the X through the entire parenthetical statement.” Roger tapped the page. He turned enough towards Gary to see the other teen’s homework. “Gary’s got it, why don’t you ask him for help if you get stuck again?”
Gary got caught somewhere between a glare (because, really, Roger had only been back for less than a day and Gary was already fed up) and a smirk (because OF COURSE he could do his math homework) and was caught totally unprepared for Roger’s next comment.
“By the way, Gary, I just wanted to say how that shirt totally accents your biceps.”
Gary wasn’t sure if the noise in his ears came from the girls, tittering or gasping at the comment, from Raoul snorting elegantly into his arm in an attempt not to laugh, or if the noise was the whistling sound of the bottom of his stomach dropping out.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!