{Teachers Pet: Log 01} - for triedinception
(Warnings for underage (Arthur is 17) and student/teacher relations)
It was the first day of his senior year of high school.
Fucking finally.
After the years end, he would finally go to university and do something more with his life than what was typical in the Delahey household; which usually involved fraud, art theft, forgery and other miscellanous white collar crimes. Because of this, Arthur made straight As in school through general know how of how to get through each class and sheer intelligence. This proved fortunate when the last year he had stopped studying nearly as much as was typical and instead went out most nights, experimented with various forms of escape methods - drugs, alcohol and sex.
With senior year came the final year Arthur would see or have what most of the female (and some of the male) population had deemed 'History Hottie', or in polite company - Professor Eames. He'd had Mr. Eames the previous year for US History (the humor hadn't been lost on him) and at the end of the year, not only had he learned more from him than any other history professor but he had also never wanked as much as he had. The man -- well the man was sex incarnate. He also may have been the one that made Arthur realize that he didn't want to just deal with what life gave him, as he had the year before, and instead make his own way in this world.
Arthur wasn't sure whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that Professor Eames' World History class was the first class of the day. On the one hand, he'd get to see the man first thing in the morning and on the other -- well, either way he was fortunate to have the man for his professor.
He walked into the classroom with only a notebook for the first class and a planner to keep track of what needed to be done and when. He drank in the sight of the man leaning over the desk. "Summer go well, sir?"
It was the first day of his senior year of high school.
Fucking finally.
After the years end, he would finally go to university and do something more with his life than what was typical in the Delahey household; which usually involved fraud, art theft, forgery and other miscellanous white collar crimes. Because of this, Arthur made straight As in school through general know how of how to get through each class and sheer intelligence. This proved fortunate when the last year he had stopped studying nearly as much as was typical and instead went out most nights, experimented with various forms of escape methods - drugs, alcohol and sex.
With senior year came the final year Arthur would see or have what most of the female (and some of the male) population had deemed 'History Hottie', or in polite company - Professor Eames. He'd had Mr. Eames the previous year for US History (the humor hadn't been lost on him) and at the end of the year, not only had he learned more from him than any other history professor but he had also never wanked as much as he had. The man -- well the man was sex incarnate. He also may have been the one that made Arthur realize that he didn't want to just deal with what life gave him, as he had the year before, and instead make his own way in this world.
Arthur wasn't sure whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that Professor Eames' World History class was the first class of the day. On the one hand, he'd get to see the man first thing in the morning and on the other -- well, either way he was fortunate to have the man for his professor.
He walked into the classroom with only a notebook for the first class and a planner to keep track of what needed to be done and when. He drank in the sight of the man leaning over the desk. "Summer go well, sir?"