Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 7:33 am Post subject: 4.11.13
“You’re not gonna, are ya?” asked a dark and curly headed boy.
“How much do you wanna bet that I will?” replied a blond, over his shoulder with a smirk. This was Leon, he was a lot of things; one of these things being a daredevil and a prankster. His hole childhood had been filled with, ‘triple dog dare you to,’ and things like that. So it came as no surprise to the rest of his crew with his friend ‘Little Foot’ dared him to moon the cafeteria, he HAD to do it.
“But, I need a disguise.” Leon decided with an eyebrow wriggle. A couple of the girls in their troop giggled as he did so.
He was a typical Maxwell/Courtier in the way that he was a lady killer, he was charming and gorgeous with stunning blue eyes. But, he lacked in other departments. He wasn’t very bright or coordinated, he lacked the ability to feel or consider concequence. This him blindly stupid, but fun to watch. Leon alone moved about the dead hallways as he made his way quietly to the locker room in the gym. Somewhere in here, was Demont High’s mascot uniform. Since the rest of his group was awaiting him patiently back in the cafeteria, no one had any idea that he was going to do this specifically, meanwhile this was his first idea right next to stealing a cheerleading uniform. But atlas, he found the bear first. Masking his beautiful masculine featuers behind a giant bear head, he adorned the costume like it was his superhero identity before waddling out and into the halls. _________________
The cafeteria was busting at the seams with life as student after student piled into the building to partake in the usual afternoon meal excursion. Most students ran through the lunch line and grabbed what they needed and returned to their respective cliques, friends, clubs, or otherwise, however, there were the few who sat alone at their tables, keeping to themselves in their own individual manners due to their own individual reasons. And one of these lone souls was none other than Alby O'Rourke, head writer and editor for the school's creative magazine.
Alby was always a relatively quiet girl, however always overflowing at the brim with creativity and intelligible thought, clearly inheriting the best of traits from her parents. She was fairly pretty with luxuriously long curls, the shade caught somewhere between auburn and blond; hazel eyes that reflected a vibrant gold, and freckles sitting on her cheeks and dancing across a button nose. While her father, Murphey, and even her brother, Seamus, were labeled "brick houses", she was fairly petite like her mother. However, despite her good looks and what have you, she mostly kept to herself and found that others just left her to it.
In the period before lunch, she'd gone around, class to class, and collected the work from her contributors and was currently sitting at a table with all the work spread out before her with a highlighter in hand. On the papers, yellow marks could be seen, marked mistakes for edits that needed to be made. She currently was briskly scanning through a poem, one that she found lackluster in comparison to some of her father's leisure work, twirling the said highlighter in her hand, pausing only to use the marker to scratch at her hairline.
"This is mildly cheesy if I do say so myself." She uttered quietly to herself.
Leon could barely contain his laughter and joy as he sauntered into the cafeteria. Immediately his friends were in a whirl, busting up and flailing their arms, somehow they knew it was him. It took a while for the rest of the room to simmer down and notice him, it was hysterical when they did though. Leon did the slowest, most agonizing faux strip tease in his bear costume.
He rocked his hips and pretended to grind on an imaginary pole. Leon stuck a leg out and did a little butt shimmy before dancing around the room, making rounds from table to table. He wasn't really paying much attention to where he went and who was there, finally he came around to a pretty much empty table where one beautiful, lonely girl sat with a high lighter.
Without much more hesitation, he did a little jig before spinning on his heel and facing the room and especially the girl, dropped the bottoms to the bear costume, and his jeans underneath. Revealing his dimpled bottom. _________________
Everyone in the room burst int out raucous laughter, all except Alby who had simply looked up at the most inconvenient of times to only get a face full off butt. Her face flushed, her eyes went wide and her mouth went agape. While Alby was not a particularly shy or easy to embarrass girl, this...well, this took the cake as far as embarrassing predicaments went.
She sat there, conflicted as to what action to take, however, after the initial shock wore off, she felt an involuntary action coming on when her hand slipped over to a half eaten apple she'd left on her tray. She took the apple firm in her grasp, stood up, and then proceeded to chuck the said apple at the SAID butt.
After feeling something hard hit his bottom and yelped out in response. He shot up straight, furry paws grasping his bottom in surprise, he whipped his head around to retort to his 'attacker.' But, he wasn't expecting the thrower to be someone so gorgeous. In truth, there were a lot of pretty girls at his school, and a lot of them he'd already blown through. But something on this girls face, in her eyes, her freckles, the pale hand that clutched a highlighter. It made his heart go, as Uncle Dale would say, 'doki doki.'
Leon gulped back the lump in his throat before yanking up his pants and furry bottoms before slinking away slowly. Only to back into a teacher who had finally made his way through all the kids to Leon.
"Mr. Maxwell, have you had enough?" Asked a middle aged woman in an earth toned sweater.
"Uh...Yes?" Leon uttered before having the teacher wrestle off the bear head and grip his shoulder, dragging him away to the principles office. _________________
"What an outright eejit." Alby uttered to herself, still red in the face due to the embarrassing state of the situation. However, through her blush and frustration, she couldn't help but note...that that was one nice butt, moreover, the owner of the said but was quite the looker himself.
In the midst of her unintentional gawking, she felt someone nudge at her shoulder, causing her to jump, startled.
"Hey, Alby, if you're looking for something to write about, why don't you write about Leon Maxwell's perfectly sculpted behind?" THe girl, who had apparently nudged her, teased. However, while it was a joke on the girl's behalf, Alby, after brief thought, took it otherwise.
A small smile turned her lips and she raised the highlighter to her face, which she tapped at her chin in thought.
"So uh, you're not going to call my Dad are you? Cause I gotta tell ya, he's pretty tired of hearing about my antics." Leon sighed in his seat at the office.
"EVERYONE is tired of your antics. But yes, I am calling him." The teacher said, sighing herself as she dialed Mikey's office.
Leon rolled his eyes as he slouched in his seat, watching the clock tick idly. "So uh...You got any idea who threw that apple at me?" He asked finally.
"No, I only keep note of the trouble makers. No one else." The teacher said while the phone kept ringing. _________________
Mikey was sitting in his office, filling out some last minute paperwork before going home to his wife and their newest additions to the brood, the triplets. He put the last signature he needed down on a paper before rifling through all of his previously finished work, double checking what needed to be double checked, and felt a smile literally erupt on his face when he realized he was indeed done with his work. He neatly stacked the paper, threw them in a manila folder, and glanced across the desk where several photos of his family sat, but more specifically a portrait of Rena. He snatched up the frame and smacked a big kiss on the glass frame.
"I'm on my way home, hot mama!" He said, setting the frame down before leaping onto his feet. Just as he was about to make a dash for the door, however, the phone on his desk started ringing, which made his face instantly fall. He looked to the photo of Rena and sighed before collapsing back into his chair sulkily. He reached across the table and picked up the phone. "Good day, this is Michael Maxwell." He started.
"Hi Mister Maxwell, this is Ms. Satine at Demont High School; I'm calling regards to your son Leon." She started. "He um...He caused a stir...Could you come in?" She asked. _________________
Mikey's briefly fell when he realized it was the school calling, but it quickly became pinched and sour when he heard why they were calling. Leon had caused a ruckus...again.
"Of course, Miss Satine, I'll be right in." He said, his voice tightened as he bit back the righteous fury he'd unleash on his son as soon as he got him home, his wife serving as his parenting tag-team partner.
It wasn't before long that Mikey found himself taking lengthy strides through the empty hallways of Demont High, which were all too familiar with him now as he was called in with a certain frequency since Leon's freshman year. It seemed like he was getting called in more and more lately, almost once a week, and honestly, he was finding himself worn ragged by the whole process. He loved Leon, just as much as he loved all of his other children, however, he couldn't help but also feel a slight twinge of bitterness. And, he hated to say it, but he found himself frequently wondering why the boy couldn't be more like his two elder siblings, Emeline and Gregory. Neither of his eldest ever caused trouble, in fact, they were exemplary students and fine young people.
He took a sharp right at the end of the hallway where a door labeled PRINCIPAL in big bold letters greeted him at his immediate left. He stopped in front of the door, exhaled a sigh, and rapped at the door.
Mikey could hear his son from outside the door and felt his face pinch and an involuntary huff escape his lips.
"Lord give me strength..." He uttered to himself before stepping in. He gave a curt nod upon seeing Miss Satine. "Ma'am." He said. He then looked to Leon, his eyes sharpening into a glare that could kill.
Leon immediately stiffened, straightening out in the chair and placing his hands at his sides. He loved his parents, but at this point, he knew when he messed up. His Dad was pissed, his Mom was going to be even more so.
"Uh hi, Dad." Leon peeped, the smallest and weakest of smiles on his lips as he gave a subtle wave to his dad.
"Mr. Maxwell, would you like to take a seat?" Ms. Satine asked. _________________
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