The Same Old Song and Dance (Erik)

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

In retrospect he shouldn't have been surprised that he was given detention, considering the fact that he knowingly skipped out on curfew. Hell, he hadn't made any qualms about what he'd done. In fact he'd even invited the security guard that found him to sit on down. Which probably wasn't the smartest ideas but since he's already been playing stupid he found no reason why he couldn't do something like that. Except.. The guy could have taken advantage of him. But then again... Demetrius was really too tired to care.

So now the winged boy found himself standing front of the room that would serve as hell for the next few hours. Who'd ever even heard of a three hour detention for your first offense? Demetrius gritted his teeth some and pulled his bag further up on his shoulder. Then he pushed the thick door open with a little bit more effort than he was comfortable admitting he had to exert. Once open he slipped inside casually and looked around with a soft click of his tongue.

Empty. No teacher in sight, no other students. Demetrius had to smile some at his luck and quickly took a seat at the only table available. The rest had been pushed to the edges of the room; either because the teacher wanted to easily keep an eye one them, or because the class earlier was doing some sort of activity. Not that he actually cared. Still smiling, he took a seat furthest from the door, watching wearily as he placed his bag before him.

A few minutes passed and nothing happened, so Demetrius relaxed slightly. Enough so that he felt comfortable opening his insulated lunch bag and pulling out an apple to instantly begin munching on. His crisp green eyes stared at the door as he ate, waiting for some sign that someone would enter.

[Erik Stewart]

Erik was no stranger to detention. He was in and out of it constantly and, by this point, he might as well list it as an extra curricular activity. His record was so extensive that he had a detention waiting list built upon by previous offences that were too numerous to be completed in one day; and of course even then he had days where he wouldn’t show which would be grounds for another detention, until he literally had a hole he couldn’t dig himself out of. He would have given up and ignored them completely if the threat of restriction to school grounds didn’t scare him into showing up regularly.

So that afternoon had him through the door and in his seat. It wasn’t a big entrance. Erik slipped in without much fanfare and a furtive glance around the room. He identified the teacher presiding and crimped his lips but that was it.

He took a seat a reasonable distance away from Demetrius; he didn’t pay much attention to him at the moment. Most company he had were silent, and transient, too – with few exceptions, he rarely saw the same people during consecutive detention periods. Besides, he wasn’t in the chatty mood. He had work after this and he had had it the day before and he was tired, tired, tired.

That grating crunching on Demetrius’s apple was enough to lift his head for a moment, though. Green met blue and Erik’s eyes narrowed, briefly, once he’d found the other boy’s.

Erik turned away with a soft and condescending ‘ugh’.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius wasn't good at explaining how he felt, but if he could find the words he would have said the moment the blue eyed stranger caught his gaze Demetrius' blood froze. It wasn't even the fact that the stranger had something that felt off about him. It was the fact when that moment happened, Demetrius had the only food he could eat against his lips at that moment. The smaller boy froze like a mouse staring at a wolf before he slowly removed the apple from his lips, the small bite he'd taken turning to ash at the soft 'ugh'. It was one thing to think people were criticizing you for what you ate, it was another thing entirely to have them actually do it.

Slowly, like he was handling a live bomb, Demetrius set the apple on the table and looked at its tantalizing redness with envy. Just when he thought he might pick up eating it again, though, the word utter under the stranger's breath echoed in his head again. "Asshole." The word was out before he could stop it and with a loud scraping noise, Demetrius pushed out of his chair. A black nailed, too pale hand picked up the apple and the boy made his way to the trash can while ignoring whatever protests the teacher might have made. He glanced to the stranger while purposely dropping the apple in it, carefully swallowing through the lump in his throat.

"Your majesty happy now?" His tone was it's usual biting consistency as he stared at the stranger.

((Short... Sorry))