Sincerest Form of Flattery: Part 1
Title: Sincerest Form of Flattery
Rating: R
Warnings: One really foul mouthed teacher, underage drinking, smoking, and sex later on.
Disclaimer: These are my characters, my story, and my imagination. And I will defend them with a shotgun if I must.
Summary: All Chadwick wants is to survive high school, become a top ranked FBI agent like his parents and older sister, and perhaps get laid.
Chadwick Malcolm stared at himself in the entryway mirror at his newly made up goth face, annoyed that he still looked like a pretty boy.
“Gah…I look like my sister…” He rubbed at his black eyeliner with his finger, ran his hands though his newly colored, chin length hair, and hurried out the front door; eager to get to school and try out his newest look.
The previous week had been his jock faze, but he quickly figured out that despite his height, sports were not his thing. Nor was stuffing people in the garbage can. Before that had been preppy week for him, but the sweater vests and polo shirts, mixed with his pretty face, made him look so good he wanted to punch himself.
As soon as his feet hit the sidewalk, his best friend Carver pulled up in his rebuilt mustang.
“Good GOD, Wicky! You get into your sisters make-up this morning?…And her jeans?”
“These are my jeans! They just shrunk a little in the wash.” He groaned, self cautiously tugging them down a little as he got into the car. To go with his new goth experiment, Chadwick had decided to wear a simple black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and black steel toed boots.
“……You creep me out a little sometimes….Ya know?” The boy laughed and started down the road again. Where Chadwick was baby faced and blue eyed, Carver was gruff looking with shaggy dark hair and stubble.
“I’m just experimenting. There’s nothing wrong with that! I have one year till I’m 18 and officially an adult, and I have no idea who I am!”
“Dude, I’m 18. Trust me. It’s not like some timer goes off and you can no longer change your look. I’m just telling you right now, you ever reinvent yourself into someone that wears pink and giggles, I’m driving away and not looking back. Ya hear?”
“…Okay so I wore one pinkish polo in my preppy faze. But I don’t giggle!” Chadwick punched his friend in the arm.
“I’m just teasing ya-….Aw CRAP! Train! We’re gunna be late!” He smacked the steering wheel angrily as the car pulled to a stop at the train tracks.
“It’s no big deal…”
“Well…Not for me I guess. But it is for you, didn’t you hear? Mrs. Greggor went into labor yesterday. You’ll have a new history teacher today.” Carver smirked.
“…I’m so screwed…Hopefully I’ll have a nice, old, understanding teacher who will cut me some slack.”
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“Crap crap crap!” His heavy boots echoed on the floor as he ran down the empty corridor.
The last thing he had ever wanted to do was make a bad first impression on a new teacher. The only good thing he had going for him was his good grades, and he was constantly worried about getting a dreaded C. He burst into the History classroom, stopping dead as the class all turned to stare at him.
“Uhhhhh……Sorry I’m late…?” He gulped, finally looking over at the new teacher. He was an elderly looking man dressed in marine blues. His hair was cut in a military buzz, and he did not look happy. At all.
“Well, class, look who decided to join us today!”
“Er, sorry, sir, I was-”
“Do I look like I give a damn, Missy?” The man barked.
“…I’m a boy.” Chadwick felt the sudden urge to turn and run from the classroom, but he decided that would only make things worse for him.
“Yeah, and I’m the King of Actually Giving a Shit. Your ridiculous appearance aside, I’m assuming’ you don’t know who I am, do ya boy? …Er, girl?”
“I…Am a boy.” He self cautiously crossed his arms across his chest, right there deciding the goth faze needed to be over.
“Yeah yeah yeah. They got operations for that, Laura Lee. My name is Captain Silas McCasland, USMC retired. I served in ‘Nam and I thought I’d seen it all before your sorry ass showed up here.”
“……”
“You still standin’ here, Charlotte? Think you’re special? Sit down, get out your notes, and shut the hell up, am I understood?!”
“…Yes sir…” He turned and started for his seat in the back of the room, but stopped as he was yelled at again.
“What’s that? Say it like ya got a pair!”
“…Sir yes sir…” He muttered under his breath.
“Well, I guess I was right, then! Was I, Sally?”
“SIR NO SIR!” Chadwick finally yelled, getting angry.
“Well look who grew some balls, class!”
“SIR, THANK YOU S-”
“Shut up, nitwit, you’re holdin’ up class.”
“…Yes sir…” He flopped down in his desk and hid behind his backpack, wishing he could turn invisible.
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“Carver, this guy is fucking MENTAL! Completely crazy! I shouldn’t have taken it. Shoulda just walked out of the classroom. You would have.”
“Well yeah, but I’m not exactly a good role model, little bud.” The other boy laughed, popping a cig in his mouth. They were out behind the school gym, enjoying lunch alone.
“Guys like him? That yell and scream like that, it’s all about overcompensating.” Chadwick smirked.
“Uh….Chad…” Carver gulped, staring behind him.
“He’s probably really some wussy lil girly man with a tiny dick, trying to cover up his own homoerotic feelings by pointing the finger at everyone else! And I’ll even say it to his face!”
Grabbing him by the back of his head, McCasland slammed the unsuspecting teens head into the ground. Grinding Chadwick’s face into the dirt roughly, he growled out lowly to him.
“Guess what, numb nuts? Ya just did. And you just made your life a livin’ Hell.”
“Oh son of a BITCH. Nice watching out Carver!” He groaned, struggling to try and get up.
Glaring up at Carver, McCasland spat on the dirt.
“You got something’ to say to that, piss-pants?”
“……” He turned and hurried off as fast as he could.
“SOME FRIEND!!” Chadwick screamed after him.
“I wouldn’t worry so much about him, boy.”
The 57-year-old ex-Marine grabbed Chadwick by his shirt and yanked him to his feet before holding him against the wall by the collar.
“Now, listen up. I don’t take kindly to any of them remarks. And I don’t care how you feel. But the next time you feel like sayin’ something’ then say it so you can stop wasting my time and I can do my part and remove a sorry little ingrate like you off the face of this Earth and spare the rest of Mankind from being infected by one less dip shit like you. Got it?”
“…Good GOD. It’s just an outfit! You know, you have problems! Big ones! …And oh my god you’re going to kill me now…Aren’t you?…” He pondered screaming for help, but decided it would only get him killed quicker.
The older man scoffed and smiled cruelly.
“Nah…I have much bigger plans for you, boy. By the way, shouldn’t you be studying’?”
“…What kinda plans? And I’m a freakin straight A student. The last thing I need to be told is to study.” Chadwick scoffed. McCasland only chuckled darkly.
“Good. Glad to hear that, son.” He let go of his collar and dropped him flat on his rear and onto the dirt.
“Then I guess you’ll be passin’ tomorrow’s pop quiz?”
“…Of course I will.” He smirked smugly. “I’m king of quizzes.”
“How about your classmates? I hope they take kindly to failing.”
“…..Excuse me?”
“Failing, boy. Do I have to explain to you what that means?”
“…You’re gunna blame the quiz on me, aren’t you? You’re a sick old man…” He glared up at him.
“I hear that a lot, but at least I accept that bout myself.” McCasland smirked, spitting on the ground beside Chadwick before walking away.
“…Ass…” He grumbled once he was sure the man was out of earshot. “I’ll accept what I am!…Once I know what that is…” He got to his feet and grabbed his things, eager to go kick Carver in the ass for ditching him.