The sun felt warm on his skin as it beamed through the glass, seducing the students’ attention to wander outside instead of focusing on the lessons in the classroom. It was the first day that year when the temperature had gone above twenty degrees Celsius and yet they were stuck inside.

Chris was paying absolutely no attention to what was going on in the classroom. He would much rather be outside than inside a stuffy classroom listening to a teacher about something that completely failed to capture his interest. His pen doodled aimlessly on the paper in front of him as he sat slumped in his chair.

This was boring.

Generally, Chris was a pleasantly laid back kind of guy but with a habit of getting what he wanted when he wanted. He worked a job on the side in his uncle’s service station and for the last two years had been developing from a more than awkward kid to a handsome eighteen-year-old. Chris was leanly muscled, they were pronounced but not overly so. He was popular, ran track didn’t get into too much trouble.

With a put-upon sigh he brushed strands of light brown hair behind his ear and glanced up at the clock with sharp green eyes. How long was this going to take? He wanted to get out of there. When he saw there were just another ten minutes left he groaned, more audible than he had intended it to be.

The teacher, who was a rather attractive man, was in the middle of a lecture when he heard Chris groan. The young teacher looked at him and rose an eyebrow, crossing his arms slightly. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Chris?" He asked, hazel eyes focused on him and only him. The man reached a hand up and brushed a couple strands of his dark hair out of his eyes, making some of the girls in the class sigh lovingly.

Mr. Thompson really was an attractive man, most of it though was due to his young age. The man was only 23 for pete's sake! Normally, teachers would be in their early to late 30's when they first start teaching full-time. Well, it looks like he is just gifted in what he does.

As he stood there in his gray suit, waiting for Chris's answer, unfortunately the bell rang before he could get an answer. The teacher sighed and looked at the clock and then the board. "I want you all to write at least a two page essay on what you did over the summer. Include as much as you want me to read. I will be reading every single one," Thompson explained to them. "Chris, will you stay here for a bit? Everyone else is dismissed."

Those light hazel eyes of his watched all the students get their stuff together and leave the classroom. He didn't want to make this conversation too long, seeing as how it was really nice outside and he wanted to go home and work in his garden. But, students are first. The male walked to Chris's desk and he sat in the one next to his.

"What was that groan for earlier, Chris? There's nothing wrong with my class, is there?" He asked, keeping his eyes on him.

Oh this was just great. Wonderful. Fantastic. But now Chris was lying. “No sir,” he grumbled and sunk a little lower into his chair. He barely managed to hold back another groan when it turned out he had to stay. Great. He only hoped that this wouldn’t take too long because he had things to do. Like picking his younger brothers up from their primary school and then getting ready for work.

At least he turned his attention back into the class instead of staring outside, longing to be anywhere but inside that classroom. His eyes turned to the teacher and he studied him, a slow smile playing on his face. Chris was quite aware of what his female classmates thought of their teacher and quite frankly, he agreed. The only difference was that he wasn’t sighing and moping around with big googly eyes. That was just… disturbing.

Chris was also a year older than the rest of his classmates thanks to him missing out on a year of school. Being in school was kind of difficult when you were recovering from a terrible car crash. But since he was a year older he liked to think he could handle things in a slightly more mature fashion.

He straightened in his chair and smiled slightly at Thompson. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your lesson. I’m just bored. Look outside, wouldn’t you much rather be there than cooped up in a classroom?” He had no intention of alienating the teacher. That wouldn’t go well with his plan, after all.

Yes. Chris had a plan. Usually when people heard that the teen had a plan they headed for the bomb shelters. It was also the reason why he had no lab partner in chemistry. This tended to go boom a lot more than they should when he was involved.

Thompson sighed and he looked outside. "Of course I want to be outside playing in the sun, Chris. But, as a teacher, I don't want my students daydreaming when they could be learning important information," He told Chris and stood up, going to his desk. The male brushed some of his hair out of his face as he leaned down and grabbed his bag and put it on his desk. He then started to go through all of the papers on his desk, ripping up a couple of them and putting them in the trash.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he finished getting his stuff together. Then he opened his top drawer and pulled his car and house keys out of it, along with his wallet. He slipped it into his back pocket and then looked at Chris. "Well, you should probably get going so that you can enjoy the sun. Have a good weekend, Chris," The male said and walked out of his classroom, leaving it unlocked for the time being, and going towards the teacher's lounge to check his mail box.

He went through all of the papers, which took him a while because other teachers stopped and talked to him. When he noticed an envelope in the pile he rose an eyebrow and pulled it out and set the pile of papers on the counter. He saw that it was a letter to him, but he didn't know who it was from, so he opened it. The male started to read it, shaking after a while. "No. This can't be," He muttered to himself. He got all of his papers together and then left the teacher's lounge and left the building, needing to go home and think some stuff out.

((OOC: is Thompson going to show up at Chris's work?))

It was really too bad that he had to work today and pick up his brothers, Chris thought, otherwise he could have gone with the next stage of the plan. Ah well, he could do it next time. Personally, Chris didn’t see the use of school and mainly because it wasn’t like he was going anywhere. He’d finish high school and keep on working in his uncle’s service station to get money together for his younger brothers to go to college. That was the plan and he was sticking to it. Chris was, as people would call it, a kid on the wrong side on the tracks.

With Thompson out of the classroom, Chris got up from his seat and walked over to the teacher’s desk. His right hand dug into his pockets and brought out a small package. It was just a small item, not too expensive and still enough to leave the teacher a little unsettled. Thompson could assume that Chris had left it, seeing as he had been the last one in the classroom but the beauty of it – according to Chris – was that the teacher could never be too certain. He’d left the classroom unlocked, after all.

He put it in a drawer of the desk, one he was certain Thompson would look in but to make certain he’d attached a note that said the teacher’s name. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and contained a keychain engraved with ‘thinking about you.’

Having left his gift, Chris left the school and hurried to the primary school where he picked up his brothers and dropped them off with the old lady next door. Mom was working a late shift again in the bar. He changed into his working clothes, a plain white T-shirt with his uncle’s service station’s name and old, worn jeans. Everything fit perfectly, defining his body just right. Chris learned a long time ago that dressing like this got him the most tips from women and some men. Much more than when wearing something baggy.

He locked the door behind him and got into his old, beat up Volkswagen which by now had at least three different colours and the passenger side door didn’t close unless you really put some force into it. Time to work.

When Chris arrived, he hid his car behind the building and punched in. “How was school?” his uncle asked from behind the counter, “and your mom?”

“School’s… school. The guys are planning a part coming weekend, I might go. Mom’s good too. She’s pulling a double shift at the bar. Anything I need to do or should I just stand around and look pretty?”

The old man laughed, which quickly transformed to a hacking cough. “Just go stand outside and see who needs service.”

With a slight imitation of a salute, Chris did as he was told. He liked his uncle, the guy was responsible and was more like a second father to him than anything else, seeing as his own father had skipped out before he even could remember and his brothers’ father… well, let’s just say mom started keeping better track of who wound up in her bed after that little accident.

{i wasn't planning on it, unless you want me to have him go there}

Thompson got home and got out of his car. He grabbed his work bag and then walked up to the front door, locking his car. The young teacher walked into his house and shut the door, setting his bag by the front door. He walked into his kitchen, setting his mail from school down and opening the fridge, pulling a beer out of it, thinking about what the letter said, not wanting to believe it. There was no way that it could be true, though it did make a little sense to him as to why it was happening.

A soft sigh escaped his lips and he opened his beer and took a nice swig of it, and then went over and sat in one of his chairs. What he needed right now was just a day of relaxation. Thankfully tomorrow was a Saturday, so maybe he could go to a spa or something tomorrow to get all of this stuff off of his mind.

Just as he was about to relax, the phone rang. Thompson let out a frustrated sigh and he got up and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Thompson?" A soft woman's voice sounded over the phone. "Did you get my letter?" She asked, sounding a little worried about it.

"Yeah, I did. Why do you think it was me? There must have been plenty of other men," He told her, and then took another nice swig of his beer. "I mean...there's no way that I could be a father this early, and I can't exactly take care of it right now."

"I'm not asking you to take care of him forever. Just on the weekends for a couple months, please. I need to work long shifts and I can't watch him if I'm at work. Plus I can't get a babysitter," She explained to him.

Thompson sighed once again and put his beer down. He rubbed his forehead and then looked up, glancing around his kitchen. Yeah, he'd definitely have to clean it up before she got here with the baby. "Fine. Bring him over whenever you want. Bye," He said and hung the phone up.

Well, there goes his plans for a relaxing day. Thompson started to clean up his kitchen and he shuffled through the stuff in his basement for a minute and found some baby-proof locks that he had, for some reason. After putting them on the cabinets that the baby could reach, he heard a knock on the door. "Must be her," He muttered.

(( Then they'll have to meet again in school, me thinks. Want to speed to that? ))

After so many times of standing there to give windows a cleaning and do a quick fix on cars, the work always became exceedingly mindless and Chris coped with that by letting his mind wander. One day, he’d be far away from this place after he’d done his duty to his half-brothers and made certain they at least had a flying chance of ending up better than he or their mother had. One day, he’d be riding a motorcycle out of here and hopefully never coming back. There was no reason to stay, especially not if his plan of getting under Thompson’s skin failed. It didn’t seem to be going anywhere very quickly.

He stifled a yawn and a car honked. Back to work then. Window washing, why yes sir, with a smile and a sponge, he cleaned the window and received his tip. Another two dollars to go into the college fund, whoopdeedoo.

Chris knew he could do more than this, even his uncle realised that so the old man was grooming the boy to take over shop one day. It was more secure than leaving the town and not having an idea of where to go but Chris just kept wondering why he should stay.

He worked for several hours before he got sent home, where he picked his brother’s up from old Mrs Sanders next door. “Alright brats,” he announced once they were in the house, the oldest was ten years his junior so he got away with calling them brats, “now I know you didn’t do your homework at Mrs Sanders. You never do. So get out the books and let me see if I can help you.” Chris was the closest thing the boys had to a father and he himself felt more like a father to them than an older brother. He’d been changing diapers since he was old enough not to drop the baby so he could help momma.

Thompson sighed as he finally got to lay down and sleep, of course it wasn't in his own bed because they baby was laying in it. The male stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes, starting to think about school and if he had any grades that he needed to get done. Well, of course he had stuff to get done, but it isn't like it was extremely important at the moment. Sleep was the most important thing right now, and nothing else could disturb him while he tried to sleep. The male took a deep breath and fell asleep.

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Monday morning rolled around thankfully that woman hadn't left the baby there. That was Thompson's main fear. He didn't want to get stuck with a baby, especially one he couldn't believe that was his. He was sure that woman had had sex with plenty of other men. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he got to work and parked his car. He got out of his car and then walked towards his classroom, looking at some of his student's papers on the way in.

There was no way that he'd be able to concentrate today after not getting enough sleep during the weekend. Damn baby. He groaned and walked into his classroom and went to his desk, setting the papers down next to the computer. And of course, as soon as he sat down, his cellphone rang. "Son of a..." He muttered as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Hello? No...this isn't him," He said to the person on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry...you have the wrong number. No, I'm not that person!" He snapped and then hung his phone up and tossed it down onto the desk. "God...how the hell am I supposed to work now?"

{Hey! Sorry this is sooooo late! I've been busy with work and trying to get more money}