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The alarm clock took off, filling the room with its irritating 'peep's. Adam growled at it, asking it to shut the hell up. When it didn't comply, Adam extended his arm blindly and pressed the stop button then went back to his comfortable sleep. But after few minutes, he woke up any way; his inner voice wouldn't have let him enjoy some extra time when he had work.
Sighing, Adam heard birds chripping on his window, praying and thanking the lord for another new day, singing happily and inviting everybody to sing along. Adam wasn't impressed by them. He couldn't stand their high pitched voice that penetrated his ears like arrows, embittering his sleep.
Adam opened his red eyes, glaring at his window and cursing the birds behind the curtains, "shut up" Adam whined, burying his face in his comfy pillow and pulling the soft covers up to his head .
Adam was a twenty-nine year old poetry teacher who was working for a local school close to where he lives. He's been working there for over four years now, still, hadn't made any friends with his Colleagues at work. And it's not because he was being a cocky asshole like some of them might describe him.
Affected by a scaring past, his mind created a bridge between him and people around him. He no longer could trust or believe in anyone but himself.
He, once, was stupid enough, trusted a friend and told him his biggest secret. He came out to him and told him he was gay. He expected his loyalty to their friendship, he expected him to tell him that it was okay and that he didn't mind. But, life doesn't work like that. His friend betrayed everything they had shared. He told the whole school.
It resulted in the bullies, the humiliation and the depression Adam had suffered back in high school. Adam still remembered how they had treated him, what names they called him, and who hurt him. Still remembered how lonely high school was. The experience made him forget the fact that human aren't the same. He no longer trusted anyone .
He locked himself away from people, refusing to make any contact with any you other human. The fear of getting hurt if he trusted someone, accompanied him for the rest of his life. After college, he decided to start over and moved to LA. He didn't tell anyone about his big secret, and definitely never informed the school--he didn't want his students to mock him about it, targeting him and his house during Halloweens. He wanted to avoid complications at work and concerned homophob parents who might be the reason of him losing his job. He locked himself in a dark closet away from everybody.
His sex life was completely satisfied, though. One night stands when he felt like it, and if not he lost himself to poetry.
He fell in love with words and poetry at a very young age. He found himself attracted to rythem and synonym. He found great pleasure collecting words, and composing musical sentences. He could lose himself reading a poem or writing one. He found the accompanying words very comforting and soothing. he trusts them, ppreciate them and finds them really absorbing . That's one of the reasons why he wanted to be a poetry teacher.
Adam locked the door, then dug his hand with the keys into the pockets of his black jacket. He had his blue t-shirt on with a pair of black jeans. His black bag was hanging on his shoulder moving with his legs.
Adam passed by the book shop to find a book he had read about the previous night. It'd taken him a long time before he finally found it. When he'd looked at his watch, he found out that he was fifteen minutes late for his first class. So, he'd paid for the book and ean his way to school.
When Adam reached his class, he took a moment for his breathing to come back to normal, huffing and panting; he didn't want his student to see him like that. When his breaths finally calmed, Adam walked through the door.
" Good morning," Adam greeted, heading to a brown desk in front of a whiteboard.
" Good morning" his students greeted him back in different timings.
When Adam had reached his desk, he placed his black bag on it and opened it. He got out a book then shuffled some pages, "Open your books please," Adam asked, taking a marker out of a drawer, "Page 103. "
"You're late Mr. Levine," A familiar voice reached Adam's ears, teasing him. He closed his eyes and bit his lips in annoyance and chose to ignore the immature comment.
"Busy night?" the voice continued.
"Open your book, Shelton." Adam wrote the title of the new poem on the whiteboard, trying as possible to handle the situation.
"Bet she keep ya awake all night " Blake chewed on the gum in his mouth, "What's her name?"
" Behaaaatii" Usher laughed, pointing to the rumors about Adam and Behati. The whole class became a mess of giggles and talk.
"Hey," Adam had to raise his voice to calm them down. "I said open your books."Adam repeated, glaring at both usher and Blake, mainly at Blake, scolding them with his eyes.
"I think it's time to grow up, don't you think?" Adam directed his words to the two boys, shaking his head. .
"Please, open your books" He turned to write on the whiteboard again.
Blake Shelton, a sixteen year old freshman who had taken the whole school by storm, topping all the seniors in basketball. It's been only two months since he'd been in school, and he already made into the team, not only that , but also became the captain and helped his school to have its first win in five years .
He's every girl's dream, a sexy asshole with a country accent and dimples. He was the tallest kid at school, Adam never knew kids or human being in general could be this tall or this big. He had crystal blue eyes, brown hair and two long dimples at the side of his face. He was quite handsome with flare goofiness painting his expression.
"Ehm" usher cleared his throat and opened his book obeying his teacher,but Blake didn't. He just smirked and looked Adam straight in the eyes, and it managed to shake Adam.
For a while now, those eyes had been on Adam, eating his body with cold, dead stares. Adam could feel them penetrating his body, taking the bones out of him and stealing Adam's ability to stand still or breathe. He couldn't ignore them and he couldn't run away.
He hated writing on his favorite board; because at back in his mind he knew that he's being checked by a larger person. He felt so naked, so vulnerable. He couldn't stand the idea of being stared at. It made him feel, and god knew how much he hated this feeling. He wants to ignore their intensity, but couldn't, how could he ignore them when they are constantly wrecking his nerves.
Blake was bold enough to look at Adam in the eyes without dropping his gaze, and Adam. Sometimes, Adam fell under the spell of his beauty, and he hated it. He didn't know what he should do: he tried glaring at him, showing him his disturbance but, the big guy was too damn gutsy to let Adam's eyes scare him.
Adam's feelings toward those eyes were confused, he couldn't describe what rose in his chest when feeling them knocking on his body. Something between bitter and sweet, cold and warm, refusal and acceptance. He could only tell that they were making him uncomfortable in his own shoes and sometimes, too nervous .
He couldn't write on the board without glancing back; to make sure that he's not alone with the big guy, and that there was no chance for him to do anything to Adam. Adam knew that he wouldn't, but the idea of being alone with Blake, of being fucked against this whiteboard managed to stimulate his appetite for sex many times. It got him so aroused that it was ridiculous.
After Adam had settled into his arm chair, he placed the book in front of him, "So who's reading for us today," Adam asked looking up at his students.
"It's Blake's turn." Usher said as he pointed at Blake.
Adam's body stiffened in his chair, "Thanks, Mr. Raymond"
"Mr.Shelton, go ahead." Adam said, looking down in his book.
"Nah, I'll pass " Blake said, flicking his nose
Adam sighed, Rupp in his temple, "I said your next Mr. Shelton."
"And I said I'll pass" Blake replied rudely, propping his arms on his desk.
"Well then," Adam snapped. "congratulations, you now have a detention." Adam wrote down the report then walked to Blake's seat at the very back and placed it n front of him. "Start reading."
There were a short silence followed, Blake stared at the yellow report in front of him. "Fine." Blake sighed as he brought his book closer.
"But a bird " Adam said walking to his seat, quite proud of himself.
"What?" Blake furrowed.
"That's where we stopped last time." Adam explained, sitting into his chair.
*****
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
Adam listened to Blake's deep voice, following the words in the book with his eyes. It was the first time he heard Blake voice reading a poem and it made him wish he had before. So elegant, satural and so, so relaxing. It surprised Adam, he'd expected a lousy empty voice with no feelings.
"Tell you what," Adam started, looking up at Blake. "I'll drop the detention if you tell me who wrote this poem" Adam pointed at Blake with a ruler in his hand.
"A pussy obviously " Blake joked with usher to his right.
Adam felt like punching him in the face, but he'd his annoyance in. "She's a lady, you're right " Adam said killing their joke.
"Really?"
"Have you done your homework, Mr. Shelton?"
Blake avoided looking at Adam. He'd taken a quick glance at his classmates before answering, "No," He scratched his chin.
"Maya Angelou," Adam shook his head in disappointment, "Please continue."
****
The school day was over and Adam was still in the staff room, collecting his books into his bag and getting ready to leave when he heard voices behind him.
"You're taking detention class today, right ?" A voice reached his ears.
"No it's Mr.Levine." Another voice corrected, and it took Adam a moment to realize that they were talking about him .
"Wait, what?" Adam looked at the voices taking, they were two of his colleagues.
"Yeah the arrangements changed last week." A guys said.
'Damn it!'
****
Adam walked to his detention class cursing his misfortune. He wanted to is to go home and enjoy his Friday night in a warm bubble bath, reading the new book with a glass of wine. But no, he had to spend another three hours because of some hormonal teenagers who doesn't know how to behave.
He stomped his way to the gloomy class, and open the door wide open vigorously, then stepped in. Adam looked at the empty seats inside the class and a smile immediately was drawn on his face. getting ready to leave, his body stumbled upon a large warm frame behind him. When he'd looked at the face of the person, his heart skipped a beat.
It was Blake Shelton.