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Let's go back to school

HIGH SCHOOL AU MEME

✐RULES
• Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom.
• They are now a part of Alternate Universe High! Student, teacher, janitor, what-have-you, you can decide on the spot or vary with your threads.
• Optionally roll the rng for a number between 1 and 12. This will be your prompt for your thread, though you are more than welcome to do whatever you want with things!
• Have fun!

✐LIST
⑴ Before Class | Need to copy that smart kid's homework? Or maybe you want to surprise that certain someone with something on their desk! Either way, the bells have yet to ring, so you have free reign!

⑵ During Class | Time to listen and pay attention! ... Or you can text and pass notes or whatever. Just don't get caught!

⑶ Lunchtime | ... Oh, gross, cafeteria food. Sounds like the prime time for a food fight! Or perhaps you were hoping for something more peaceful?

⑷ After School | Extracurriculars! Are you part of a school club? A sports team? Study session? Procrastination? The possibilities are endless!

⑸ Detention | For whatever you did (or didn't) do, you now have to serve some time for the school. Have fun with that.

⑹ Holiday/Break | The countdown begins! Is Halloween fast approaching? Are you excited for the summer sun? Or are you absolutely pumped for that week-long break? Suddenly, it seems as if nothing will get done...

⑺ Prom/Homecoming/school dance | DRESS TUXEDO CORSAGE LIMOUSINE DATE-- prepare to freak out until the event! Because it is SUPER IMPORTANT!

⑻ Teacher&Student | Need homework help? Or perhaps you just need a voice of someone that isn't your friend. Either way, it's time to explore this dynamic

⑼ Drama Drama Drama | HE SAID THAT SHE SAID THAT HE CHEATED ON HER FOR HIM WHO IS ACTUALLY STRAIGHT FOR THE GIRL WHO IS A LESBIAN AND DOING STUFF WITH THE PRESIDENT

⑽ Fight Fight Fight | FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

⑾ Spirit Week | Do you have enough school pride to dress like Lady Gaga (or whatever) during Spirit Week?

⑿ High School Romance | So much doki. Sooooo much doki. Do you want to confess? Ask someone out for a date? Or something else entirely? Just don't do too much PDA!

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[ There were a few things that could easily ruin prom for a young man; ruining a tux, missing their ride, not having a date, spilling something, the list goes on and on-- though the one Charles never thought he would have to worry about is being dumped the day of. It's always uncomfortable to hear that 'things just aren't working out. Though, he's pretty sure it has a little something to do with her crush on the obnoxiously tall ginger kid from their music class. He didn't expect it to last forever-- it would've been nice but statistically unlikely-- but standing outside in his new tux with a corsage for a girl who was no longer his date went far beyond humiliating. Twirling the orchid between his fingers he scuffed the toe of his shoe-- even if he was sure it would enrage his Mother to no end-- and contemplated getting a ride home. She had begrudgingly dropped them off, he doubted calling her as soon as she makes it home would earn him any favors.

That, of course, didn't mean he had to go inside... ]

[ In Erik's case it wasn't so much as getting dumped by his date, it was more being comfortable with the fact that he had a date in the first place; the sixties weren't very flexible with the idea that Erik could be interested in men and certainly not young women. He had of course, kept up near perfect appearances with one of the other teachers feigning interest in her to the point where she had skipped off to attend prom with another male teacher, one that would look at her and feel attraction as opposed to simply pretend interest in her. Which currently left Erik patrolling the hallways on his own, intent on ruining the nights of young lovers for no reason other than his own bitterness. With the hallways momentarily secured, he stepped out of the building, catching sight of Charles standing alone for the time being.

He had always been such a perfect student in the first place -- attentive, hard working, clearly determined to make his mother proud enough in the end; after all she and her former husband had donated enough to the school in the first place. Brushing a hand against the younger man's shoulder. ] Would have figured you'd have a date.

[ It takes a few moments for him to pull from his thoughts, blinking in rapid succession before he identifies the teacher and flashes a nervous bit of a smile. Though the expression is more self deprecating than it is comforting, shrugging his shoulders he looks down to the orchid flopping between his fingers, ] I did. [ He's trying his best not to looked bothered by it, it's High School, how often do these kinds of things last anyway? She was pretty though. Part of him wasn't sure if he was upset at the whole thing or simply jealous, perhaps both. He lifts his head a little bit with another wary smile, ] She changed her mind last minute, I think she got a better offer. [ Someone tall with a good sense of humor and two good feet in a predominate social circle anyway. Charles tries not to think about it too much, instead he turns a little more toward the man and the building, ]

Are you chaperoning today? [ A glance toward the doors, watching a few stragglers file in and out, ] Or did Miss Johnson invite you? [ It was no secret she had a crush on the professor, through plainly visible awkward flirtations though Charles had never been sure how well they were received. Though, it seemed a common illness among the female staff. ]

She did. [ He shrugs dismissively at the mention of the teacher; they had gotten along well enough to make some progress as far as pleasing others, but when it came to Erik's own stance in terms of developing a relationship, she wasn't the one for him, and they had made that fairly clear prior to tonight. ] She had a better offer as well. [ It's Erik's own attempt at relating to the younger student, giving him a half smile in acknowledgement. Hands tucked in his slacks, he approaches a bit closer, picking up the minute details that indicated that Charles was upset by the change in plans. ]

Cliche as it is, you could do better than Miss MacTaggert. [ Erik pauses, uncertain if it was in fact the young lady that did stand him up in favor of someone else. He had been keeping an eye on Charles whenever the young man seemed to drop by in favor of conversation or even forgetting the occasional textbook, but such matters of his personal life were better left forgotten. Young adults discussed them with each other, certainly not the teachers that attempted to hold a conversation with him. ]

[ There's a sliver more of a smile, though he seems unsure-- less so at the knowledge or commentary and more so at the fact that he could do better. Things were always a bit fickle when it came to dating, one needed to do all the right things and say even better things to keep people appeased. Charles wasn't keen on lying but it seemed both sides of the high school dating world were worryingly competitive. ] Maybe. [ He had liked her, she was smart and nice to him, even if she had the habit of butting in constantly. ]

I'm sorry to hear about your date. [ Though it was nice to know it happened to even older men, though he's a bit surprised considering the 'Oh Mr. Lehnsherr' affliction he suffered through in his English class. So much so it had almost prompted him to pop into the professors office and ask him to use another hallway during fourth period. Though, there was the advantage of her distraction allowing a little leeway wit weekend assignments and things of that ilk. ] I guess prom isn't lucky for everyone, huh? [ He flashes a shy, self-deprecating but amused smile. ]

I suppose not. [ Shrugging nonchalantly, he leans against the building, pulling out a cigarette. Bringing it to his lips, he held it loosely between his teeth as he fished through his pockets looking for the lighter. Erik had been to enough of these nights that they were no longer the sort of special that the children seemed to enjoy, but rather mandatory events for him in monitoring the events and ensuring that nothing in particular happened. At least this one night meant Erik would have one less person to keep out a watchful eye for, though Charles was anything but, the perfect model student that occasionally flaunted his wealth. ] Sorry -- just a minute. [ He grumbled, riffling through the pockets of his suit and slacks before finally finding the lighter tucked in an inside pocket. ]

It's an overrated event, to be honest. My own back in high school was nothing special, aside from my date spilling punch all over my shoes. [ Smiling ruefully, Erik brings the lighter to the cigarette, giving it a light flick as he inhaled the scent of tobacco. ]

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[ He purses his lips a bit, and it's a curious expression, mostly because he's hiding amusement at a professor very clearly smoking on school grounds. It wasn't something he saw often these days-- not that he really cared. Hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket he seemed content to watch for a moment, as surreal as it was standing their alone truth be told he really didn't mind Prof. Lehnsherr. He was more strict than the others, but intelligent at least. He also didn't fall over himself which was nice-- though he was probably the cause of that in others. Not... that Charles paid attention to these sorts of things. He presses his lips together a little harder and waits till he's finished speaking. ]

For most people probably. [ He nods, glancing back to the double doors where the students had been gathered before the event started and the throngs had piled in. ] I'm sure for some people it's magical. [ His own grin turns a little sly, amused. ] High School true love and fancy dresses, sneaking drinks and romance. For a few people it's probably "magical".

Magical. [ Erik reiterated, laughing softly before drawing the cigarette back to his lips. Charles didn’t seem inclined to put him down for doing such a thing, even if it was on school grounds, but at the moment he was confident no would come spotting them just outside the main doors. The delinquents preferred the rear ones, the ones they believed no one would check, but it had always been exactly for that reason that the teachers frequented those locations, putting them in detention and the like. ] The other teachers can deal with that, as far as I care. [ He said lightly before offering Charles the lighted smoke. ]

But then again where are my manners? [ Uptight as Erik is from time to time, more so during school hours to ensure the students grew up into the fine outstanding citizens the school demanded from them, it was outside of them that he relaxed. ] Here I am, doing the exact opposite of what I came here for.

I can tell. [ A small, cheeky grin touches his lips at the commentary on the other teachers before he finds himself offered the cigarette. His brows lift and the look is perhaps a tad owlish, a little surprised at the offering-- and obviously it's not something that's happened before. Charles was generally considered far too prissy to be included in such 'delinquent' activities. He does, however, not want to look like that to the Professor so he reaches out plucking it between his middle and index finger. He's careful to avoid contact as he draws it to his own lips. Curiously pressing the filter to his lips as he continues listening to him speak. ]

Someone's got to watch those of us loitering outside, though, hm? [ He smiles a little, lips brushing the filter as he spoke, though 'those of us' was clearly just Charles as most were inside our outback. It's then he finally takes a drag-- and it's not even the proper sort; inhaling some though most just filled his mouth and tickled his throat. Pulling the smoke away he blew out a little cloud, entertained by it before a light cough surprised him and he muffled it into the back of his hand. Flushing red he offered the smoke back, the back of his hand still pressed to bright red lips. ]

[ Erik takes the cigarette back with a smirk, bringing it to his lips and takes a drag almost immediately; the contrast of his own inhalation coming off far more effortlessly than Charles’ own, having spent enough time smoking in private. ] Teacher’s pet through and through, aren’t you? [ Laughing softly at that, as if it was a joke, Erik leans back against the wall, holding the filter loosely in between his teeth as he undoes his tie briefly, loosening it to prevent it constricting against his neck. He figured Charles to be one of the handful of students incapable of getting by with such delinquent activities and the sight Charles presented now, flushed red over the embarrassment of his smoke only proved it. ]

A perfect student like you shouldn’t be this incapable of smoking. [ Bringing his hand back up to his mouth, tucking the cigarette in between his fingers as he blew out another puff. ] Unless you truly are the staff’s favorite.

Ah... [ He paused for a moment and it's clear the professors words have left him thinking-- something he's not entirely sure on, or perhaps doesn't want to admit. ] I never learned, I suppose. [ He seems almost shy, in contrast to the fact that it was generally thought of as an ill to smoke, especially at his age. ] If I'm the staffs favorite-- [ Probably, ]-- perhaps. You'd have to ask them, wouldn't you? [ He rubs a thumb along his cheek, trying to dismiss the tingle he feels there against his skin as he watches him. There's little else to do, he hasn't dismissed Charles and he has no desire to go inside and watch the other couples. ]

I could learn, if I wanted.

I don’t need to. [ He answers, letting the cigarette fall to the floor, the dying ember illuminated in the pale street light. Crushing it with the heel of his shoe, Erik turns his attention to Charles. ] They gush about you enough on their breaks, asking to trade that Summers kid for the chance to teach you instead. [ Not that Erik truly cares much for faculty gossip, the conversation mere background noise to him as he flits in and out for a cup of coffee before returning to his classroom, often preferring to spend the time alone. ] I think you pretend enough, [ Lifting an eyebrow, he focuses on the student. ] to be the perfect little example the school needs, but you’re not, are you?

Not when you’re asking to learn about smoking. [ A small exhale as Erik digs into his jacket for another cigarette, fully intent on wasting them as necessary to escape his duty indoors. ] Are you?

Am I pretending? [ He looks a little scandalized, before he laughs. The implication isn't something he can take too seriously; it's so unusual to him that it causes amusement. ] I think my grades speak well enough for themselves on how good of a student I am, Mr. Lehnsherr, don't you? [ The upturn at the corners of his mouth is slight, just enough to shift his expression as he coils his arms around his own waist. Holds the warmth in as he watches the professor fish out another smoke. The conversation, to him, is just the idle sort of chat and he's more than willing to argue semantics even to pass the time. ]

I hadn't asked to learn, I simply said I could. [ Never mind his imperfect puffing on the last cigarette, the basics of what he's said are true. ]

I never meant student, Charles. [ And Erik smirked lightly at that, taking out just a single one before bringing it to his lips. He didn't mind arguing semantics with Charles, anything to distract himself as the cool air seeped in and the hands on his watch didn't appear to move any faster. ] We all know your grades have earned you enough respect alone. [ He tossed the lighter towards Charles, expecting him to catch it easily before leaning forward, the implication made that he wanted the student to light it for him, forgoing what rules of respectability there were, and the distance Erik was required to maintain around the others at all times. ]

Could you now? I can offer you another if you're so inclined.

I could. [ He persists as he turns the lighter around in his hands, holding it firmly in one fist and then rubbing his thumb along the flint slowly, testing it. Once Erik leans in, however, Charles picks up the nonverbal cues and lifts the lighter toward the protruding smoke. Rolling his thumb with a firmer press and lighting it up, making sure he could get a good puff or two before he releases his hold on the small lever and allows the flame to flicker out. He pauses for a moment before decides to prove himself a bit more and gives a firm nod. ] Another then, I'm a quick learner. [ He doesn't pull back like he should, just flashes a bit of a smile as he twirls the lighter around his fingers, trying to occupy nervous idle fingers. ]

[ He takes a puff out of his own cigarette, pleased with Charles' fast learning. Erik knew that Charles was an adept student, both in the class and out, picking up on mannerisms to fit in, make himself a perfect example that no one would ever have any faults with him. Though part of him was convinced there was something else, hidden beneath his charming exterior, up until now, Erik never sought to try and find it, inclined to simply let the younger boy continue as needed.

Fishing out the tin of smokes, Erik picked out one, twirling it between his fingers before passing it off to Charles with a smirk. ] Show me.

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Let's go back to school

VII + IX - Since when do we play by the rules?

screw the rules, we have money. well. pretends anyway

Screw the rules Charles has money!

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