I Don't Want To Fail (Harvel)

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Oriel may not be good with words on paper, but he was at least good enough with numbers and last he saw those numbers they were on the borderline between a D and a C...and actually leaning a lot more towards the D than the C, enough to make him just a tad(or a lot) bit uncomfortable and paranoid and maybe even desperate. Oriel did not want to take this class a third time like some Steves he knew.

He was doing generally okay in the labs, Oriel wasn't too concerned about that, but the lecture was currently kicking his ass and the only one allowed to make that sore was his special someone! Hence why Oriel was taking a trip to the Chemistry department to talk with the instructor to see if there was anything extra he could do to save his grade. Like maybe blow something up or something? He could do that! No problem!

The curly haired brunette stormed into the chemistry room with a certain amount of confidence(or noise), not caring if his presence was disturbing to anyone else in the room(which it wasn't it was empty). With any luck, he wouldn't have to do much to argue his case, but upon his entrance, the person he expected to see in the room was...well, not the person he expected. "Who the f--who're you?" he demanded of the old guy with the unfamiliar face.

[Harvel Calais]

Taming the room after the day's final group students had swept through took time, but Harvel was more than up the the task. Something about the act of collecting and reorganizing the materials that had been left out helped to calm him, the repetition a much needed balm on his frayed nerves, and no longer having the other man hovering over him to observe his actions had been a blessing.

He cherished this time, cherished the silence that was interrupted here and there by the soft clank and rattle of beakers being set side by side, or the soft thud of drawers and cabinets being opened and closed.

The silence, as it was, reigned for a solid fifteen minutes before it was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps and the door to the room being flung open with little ceremony. What on earth?

"Who the f--who're you?" the intruder demanded. Who the---

"Who am I?" Harvel's voice was quiet and even, completely at odds with the sudden rush of blood in his ears. Don't panic. Don't panic. You're not in the wrong here.

When he turned to face the boy, test tube in hand, his expression was not one of anger or annoyance, as might be expected after being on the receiving end of such an unexpected (and, as far as Harvel was concerned, uncalled for) display, but of resignation. "I work here, or rather I will be working here. I'm taking over Dr. Richardson's classes."

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Oriel didn’t know what to make of this old guy yet, he just knew that his calm demeanor after Oriel’s extraordinary entrance set off red flags in the back of the problem-child’s mind. Something told Oriel that this guy was not the kind who was easily fazed…then again, it wasn’t like Oriel made a lot of progress when he challenged the teachers so openly and rudely. Well, they were all just a bunch of turds forcing their “knowledge” and “wisdom” and so-called “ideals” on the younger generation, as if that was the only way anyone was ever supposed to be. Stupid expectations, some people couldn’t meet them, and others didn’t want to. Which one Oriel was was still up to debate, but he was pretty sure he was a conglomeration of both.

Anyway, back to the new guy….

Who was very much indeed new. A little light sparked up inside the mischievous New Yorker. If he was new then…he probably didn’t know a thing about Oriel and his “colorful” reputation. Unless he’d already been privy to the gossip of the teacher’s lounge?

Oriel was going to gamble on that he hadn’t.

“Doctor Dick’s leaving?” Oriel said as if he actually cared…well, he sort of did, considering it was that dude who knew how much Oriel’d actually been trying this past semester. “Damn, I, uh…had some questions I’s going to ask him. You know, ‘bout the final and all.” Still the truth, but Oriel was being suspiciously nice about it. Though Oriel himself didn’t know yet what he was planning for this new slave-driver.