The Prima Donna and The Gutter 6/?
Title: The Prima Donna and The Gutter
Author:
jessica_romance
Pairing/band: William/Travis, Ryan/Brendon, Patrick/Pete, Jon/Spencer
Rating: PG13…it'll go up, I can tell you that now.
Notes: Posted on Mibba and other communities.
Summary: Travis McCoy is from one side of the town, the poorer side.
William Beckett is from the other, the richer side.
Chapter one - Slip Of The Step and A Wrong Turn
Chapter two - A Cocky Stutter
Chapter three - Puppy Love
Chapter four - It’s All About Them
Chapter five - Nervous, New and Ignored
Taking a breath he followed his friends to one of the offices where they were handing out schedules. He fell into the line in between Eric and Mora, only to see the group from earlier. "Hey Eric, who are they?" he nodded to them and Eric made a snort in disgust.
"The two attached at the hip are Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie, Ryan the one who was talking to Mora. Then William Beckett is the tall one who was on your street yesterday, Pete is the one with the tattoos, Spencer is the kind of chubby one and Jon is the tall one next to him. I have no idea who the other one is."
A small "oh" fell from Travis' lips and he watched them; curious. His eyes always seemed to fall back to William Beckett.
The tall boy turned away from the desk, their eyes locking for a second time in ten minutes. Once again Travis offered a light smile and a nod, and this time William acknowledged him. The other boy nodded and walked past him, their hands brushing and William's side touching Travis' chest.
After he was gone, all Travis could smell was the strong scent of strawberries and vanilla.
Frowning, he reached the desk where the girl smiled at him, he guessed she was a student, "hey, name and year?"
"McCoy Travis…year three." She looked through the files and pulled out a folder.
"Here you are, welcome to St. Christina Academy."
"Thanks." He mumbled before stepping to the side where Eric was quickly scanning a paper. "What's your first class?" he flipped through the folder, quickly glancing at everything in it; summer reading, math packet, locker numbers, id, and a bunch of schedules.
"Math advanced, room two-oh-three, floor two, you?" Eric grinned at Travis' confused look. "Math basics, it’s a half year course to remind you of everything you did. It’s the room next to me. Come on, I'll show you there."
"What about…"
"They have English which is on the third floor along with history. Math and science is the second floor. First floor is offices, upper gym and library, the ground floor, which is more like a basement is the lower gym, weight room and pool. The café, courtyard is also on the first floor along with the art, music and band rooms. Here's a map."
Laughing the two walked up the stairs, voices buzzing around them as other students walked and talked with their friends. "If you need to piss. Here." Eric pointed out the boy's bathroom and then a door. "My classroom, this is yours."
The bell rang.
Travis walked into the classroom, his eyes searching around the room. "Take a seat next to Mr. Beckett." A crisp voice said and he looked over his shoulder to see a teacher staring at him. He swiftly moved next to William and sat in the vacant seat. Glancing over he saw brown eyes staring at him, a pale hand twisting a piece of brown hair around his fingers.
"Just because Ryan and Mora are friends, doesn’t mean we are. Don’t talk to me don’t look at me. Stop with the small smiles and nods. I don’t know you and you don’t know me. Comprenez?"
"Vous êtes celui me parlant." The words rolled of Travis' tongue and he grinned at the surprised look on William's face. Eric and Matt where right, he was a complete asshole.
The two of them were ignoring the class, the teacher and everything around them.
William leaned over, brushing his lips against Travis' cheek, "smartass…"
"Mr. Beckett! What have I told you about public display?!" The teacher swooped down on the two of them; her arm was thrust between the two of their chests. Batting his eyelashes, a sarcastic smirk on his lips, William opened his mouth, probably Travis' thought, to feed her some bullshit lies.
"It'll never happen again Ms. Wilson." The shit-eating grin on his face informed Travis that he had given the reaction the other boy was looking for. Huffing, she turned her back to them and went back to the requirements of the class. A couple of other students where still watching them but turned away at William's glare.
"Why the fuck did you do that." He hissed.
"Because it's what I do." Leaning over, Travis bit back a gasp as William pressed against him, his hand grasping the back of his neck. The tightness of his clothes through Travis' open hoodie made it easy form him to get an idea of the other's body.
"Mr. Beckett!" Ms. Wilson had caught them again. He shrugged, his light brown eyes meeting dark brown eyes.
"Does my hair look ok?" He asked loudly, shoving his hand into his backpack and pulling out a hairbrush. Her lips pursed and Travis wondered if she'd send him to the office. He got the idea that William always got what he want and had the tendency to contradict half the things he did.
"It looks fine." Travis finally said after earning a couple of hard jabs in the thigh from him.