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“Settle down, settle down,” Louis chanted over his overly excited class. For the past thirty minutes the entire class couldn’t seem to get off the topic of a fight that was happening tomorrow night.
“My money is on Harry and Zayn; they are going to fucking win, watch.” Darren, the liveliest student in Louis’ class, spoke to a small group.
“The fighting is too much,” One girl spoke, “but that Harry, he’s beautiful –too bad he’s gay, all the perfect one’s are.”
Louis could one hundred percent say he hated the MA fights –or the MAA fights. Whatever they were called, Louis didn’t like them. They were ridiculously violent and not even a sport. It was simply a reason to hit people.
“Okay, okay! Enough with the damn fight.” He stood out of his chair, “Homework, let’s go.” A unified groan came from most of the class. “Yeah, yeah, pass it up. –It wouldn’t be so tortuous if you guys would just do it.”
Darren raised his hand. “No, you cannot turn it in late, Darren, so put your hand down.”
The teenager frowned, “That wasn’t even my question.”
“Of course, it wasn’t.” Louis sighed, fixing the papers. “Well, what is it then?”
“My question was, what do you got against the MMA fighting?”
Oh, that’s what it was.
“I don’t, got, anything against it.” Louis leaned on his desk. “What I do have against that fighting is the fact that is stupid, violent, and extremely pointless. –I don’t understand, I’m not even that old –why do you guys watch that stuff?”
Darren rolled his eyes at his teacher’s correction of his grammar. “It’s exciting and fun and –”
“Watching two people beat the hell out of each other is fun to you? How?” Louis questioned absolutely appalled.
“It’s hot.”
“It’s entertaining!”
“S’kind of funny.”
A couple of students went on calling out responses. Louis sat up on his desk, mouth agape. “You guys are fucking weird. I better not see any of you doing that after graduation.” Louis rubbed his temples, his class laughing. “Everyone get up and go get a literature book.”
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“Don’t forget your homework, page 213, 1-20 questions and answers. Due Monday, there are no excuses to why you can’t!” Louis called out as the bell rung.
“Do we got to do all 20?” Darren asked putting his binder away.
Louis looked dumbfounded. “Uh yeah, if you want the credit. If not, it’s fine, you don’t got to.”
“Ugh, there is no need for sas, Mr.”
Louis hummed happily, “Have a great weekend guys; see you Monday.”
Louis took a deep breath after everyone was gone. He loved his job, it was so rewarding, and his students didn’t hate him, so that was a plus. But teaching was exhausting in the worst type of way. Louis grabbed his bag off the ground. The two-day weekend would be too short.
The English teacher walked down the already cleared hallway towards the front where he knew his fellow co-worker, and best friend, would be.
Niall and Louis went to the same University and stuck together throughout everything. Louis had a year left of school when Niall started his internship. The duo stuck close through it all and were even able to snag a job at the same school. Niall’s birthday was on Sunday and the two were excited. Louis was thinking to go to a bar or maybe a party at his apartment. Niall would probably kick both of those ideas right out the window though. But that was cool, Louis was down for anything.
Louis smiled softly, “hey, Ni.”
Niall looked up from his phone, “Lou!” He linked arms with the teacher. “So, I know what’s happening for my birthday.”
“Whatever you want, Niall, I promised I’d do whatever.” Louis pulled out his keys as they walked up to his car.
Niall beamed, “okay! I bought two tickets for the MMA fight tomorrow night!”
The color faded from Louis’ face. He let his head fall against the outside of his car window. The burning on his cheek couldn’t compare to how he felt inside.
Fuck.
How could Louis forget his obsession with the stupid sport! The obsession wasn’t really with the sport, it was with a fighter. Zayn Malik, to be exact. The guy was attractive, no doubt, and he was a championship fighter, but eh.
Maybe that’s why Louis hated it, because Niall shoved it down his throat so much.
“No way.”
Niall’s jaw dropped. “What! You said you were down for anything! Come on, Louis!”
“Niall, I refuse to go with you there to watch people get the shit knocked out of them. You know I’m against it.”
“Louis!” Niall complained, loudly at that. “I will cry until you say yes.”
“Niall, please. There are still students.”
“I’m gunna start crying!” Louis could see the tears forming at the corners of his friend’s eyes. This is the way he always got what he wanted, and Louis hated it. He was pretty sure that Niall just had fake crying down to a ‘T’.
“No, Niall! Can’t we go hang with Erin and El, maybe invite George? We can go to a bar or something?” Louis tried coaxing.
“Ah!” Niall stomped his feet, tears flowing down his reddened cheeks! “I don’t want to! Just me and you! This is my chance to see him, Louis!
“Niall James Horan, you are about to be twenty-five years old! You’re acting like a fucking two-year-old!” Louis had to put Niall in check sometimes. It made him look like the bad person, but the guy was spoiled to hell.
Niall’s lip wobbled, and it looked, keyword –looked, like he was going to stop but he kept on. “I don’t care! I wanna go, please! What if he sees me and falls in love with me, Louis?” Niall whined. “Like in the movies –we could get married!”
Louis grabbed Niall’s shoulders, “Niall, the man is straight as a goddamn line!”
“Love has no boundaries! Louis, you are a terrible friend!” Niall calmed down. “I hate you. I’m going by myself.”
Ow.
There was another way Niall got his way, the ‘H’ word. Fucking bastard.
“Fuck me, and my life and sanity. Just fuck it all up.” Louis leaned on his car, letting the heat burn his back, and it was worth it. “I’ll go, Jesus Christ.”
Niall quickly wiped his face and did a tiny dance that consisted of a lot of hip thrusting. “I’m gunna meet Zayn Malik! I’m gunna meet Zayn Malik!”
“It scares me that you’re a teacher sometimes, Ni.” It really did, and this was the reason why Niall became a high school teacher and not an Elementary school teacher. As soon as the children began crying, he probably would to.
Niall scrunched up his face, “I am a damn good teacher, thank you.” He was a damn good teacher. His classes were always scoring the highest-. The blonde teacher strolled over to his Range Rover -and he got plenty of bonuses because of it.
“Love you too!” Louis simply got a middle finger in response.
He looked down at his phone as a text came through from Niall. “I’m right here, you know!”
‘ Love you too.’
“Oh,” Louis smiled painfully, “lovely.”