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[callum theodore rice]

CAUSE HONEY YOU'VE GOT SEX APPEAL WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR BABY FACE
and arms and legs and, mmm mmm, every other place

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above most things in this life callum considered school to be one of the most tedious. it was one of the most boring and over-pushed things in the entire world. that, coming from a severely immature seventeen year old, hardly ever made it past the earlobe on most teachers, often leaving callum annoyed on top of that. there wasn't much he could do after that point. moping didn't affect the teachers in any way whatsoever. not like it did at home. he could sigh or frown and immediately pierre and ted would be on his case. 'oh honey what's wrong?' 'did something happen at school?' 'did you eat enough? you're burning up.' they were ridiculous when it came to callum's health and needs. but he wasn't complaining he got what he wanted, almost all the time. actually, pretty much all of the time. even when he really needed to talk they were there. they gave him stuff when he pretended to be down. hell, he got money on command from ted. the kid would probably never have to get a job. a job wasn't necessary when one of your dad's owned a rather large advertising business as well as recieved a large sum of cash yearly from some random grandma who lived in russia. and then there was pierre...the man owned his own coffee shop and a rather popular one at that downtown. that alone could more than likely support both pierre and callum. basically the boy was set. whatever he wanted he got. whatever he needed he got. and whatever he felt like doing...he could do. they gave him all their attention and then some. yes, callum abused thier love. but that's not to say that he didn't love them in return. yes, he was a bit upset about the fact that he didn't have a normal family. because then, as a consequence, all the other kids figured his family life gave them license to mock him. but still, they were his dad's. his family. they loved him and therefore deserved his love.

unlike his good for nothing father...but that was another story entirely.

it all didn't matter though, that he was spoiled. sure, he loved it. but he didn't necessarily want to live with his dad's forever, mooching off of them and such. it would be a grand life indeed, but it wasn't the life for him. not because he loved the idea of independence, or making it on his own. only because he wanted to do something. that something in particular wasn't something he loved to talk about...but he wanted to do it nonetheless. and once highschool was over he was determined to go ahead with his plan. no one had to know about it. and hell, people just had to mature when they got out of this hell hole. callum wanted to be a designer. a fashion designer. he wanted to make clothing, design clothing. he wanted to have his own line. he wanted to accept and decline models to adorn his clothing. he wanted to subject them to crazy hairstyles and watch them slink down the runway in designs by callum rice. he wanted to sleep with models and go to parties. it had been a while since that dream had been brought up. pierre knew a bit about it. he'd found callum's notebook of designs under his pillow whilst cleaning the boys pig-sty of a room once. callum made damn sure to force pierre to promise not to tell ted and, of course, never to clean his room again. his dad, his favorite thus far, promised, not seeing why it was such a big deal. but callum knew what would happen if ted found out. he'd make a big thing out of it. he'd tell all his friends about callum's future plans, he'd offer to pay for school. he'd buy him things for drawing, he'd buy him fabric and...a sowing machine. and...hell the boy was still in highschool. what do you think a girls first thought would be walking into a boys room and seeing a sowing machine on the desk? it wouldn't be good for him. for his needs. so he wouldn't tell ted. not until he needed the money at least. not until the very last second. and then he'd go to a fine arts school. he'd draw...while learning to sow and shit. sure he'd be behind on all of it, but callum was sure that he could catch up. with a determination like his, how could he not?

but that, of course, was of little importance now. because now he was still in school. now he still had to endure class, after class, after class. now was fourth period english. one of his least favorite classes. having come from a third period art class especially. art class being through meant that he really hadn't another good thing to look forward to the rest of the day. so, in actuality, english class was probably one of the more eventful classes of the day. not because it was a great fun class to be in. or because he liked it. it was eventful because he spent more time in the halls than in the classroom. and the best part was his teacher was so ill-fitted for the job that he rarely noticed. the only time he'd even come close to being in trouble the old fart had simply greeted callum as he'd walked through the door way with a deep, 'where were you mister rice?' to which callum replied with 'the bathroom'. and yes, that was the end of it. so you see...callum could go to chine during fourth period and still the fact would remain unknown by his idiot teacher.

the bell rang, loud and clear, and callum slipped silently around the another corner. he was already across the building from his class and two floors up, so he didn't even think about making an appearance. the school would call later, claiming callum as percievably missing during fourth period, but pierre would call and say that his boy was at school all day and if they had an issue they could take it up with him and his husband. sometimes...callum really loved the man. really. with this thought in mind, he let a hand reach briefly into his back pocket, making sure he had something to entertain himself with during his free time. a smile graced his lips upon the realization that he'd just bought a pack and he rounded another corner, the last of the students free from site. the halls were empty now. empty and all his. it was a shame they didn't have security or hall monitors, perhaps then there wouldn't be so much vandalism between classes. yes, from time to time callum entertained himself with spray cans, water, toilet paper. anything to pass the time really. all the while sucking on a fresh cigarette. the boy probably smoke more than he ate, and that, no doubt, would be the cause of his short lifespan. pierre told him that every day. of course, he didn't listen.

silently stepping down the hall he crossed the expanse from the side with lockers and doors to the side lined with windows, lifting a hand and running his fingers across the glass. an annoying squeak erupted every few moments as his skin clashed with the glass which brought another amused grin to his lips. like a kid, amused by the squeal of a cat when you stepped on its tail. a few more doorways passed, a few more loud, shrill voices erupted from behind closed doors and callum reached the boys restroom. he sighed, pausing a moment, simply to decide and pushed the door open. he could waste a few moments in there.

it wasn't like he had anywhere to be.

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I KNOW YOUR TYPE, BOY YOU'RE DANGEROUS YEAH

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norah saw no point in coming to school. it wasn't like she ever actually did anything - she had a feeling she spent most of her time in detention, if they could actually get her to turn up. she came to school almost out of habit, more than anything else. she didn't turn up to half of her classes - hanging out in the corridors or hiding in the library was much easier than sitting in a classroom and getting asked why she wasn't doing anything. homework was a foreign concept to her - she never did it, ever. she could think of better things to do with her time. when seth had lived with them, she made him do her homework. school was a waste of her time. she would just stay at home, except everyone else she knew would be at school during the day if she decided not to come, and so it wasn't like she would actually have anything to do anyway. unless she sat by herself in her garden and smoked cigarettes. which didn't appeal to her at all. she'd rather sit with someone in silence and smoke a pack of cigarettes than sit alone. it didn't make sense, but then, neither did she. her dad wasn't around to care, unless seth knew what was going on with norah and reporting back to her dad - norah wouldn't put it past seth, at all. he had always been such a skanky goody two shoes, especially when aiden and norah had been in charge. her mom didn't pay any attention to either aiden or norah. it was how they managed to get away with smoking and drinking in the house.

it wasn't that she didn't care, it was that she didn't have the time to care. aiden and norah used this to their advantage, obviously. seth had ratted them out before, when he was younger, but aiden and norah soon put a stop to that. though norah supposed seth would grow a tolerance to getting his head shoved down the toilet pretty quickly if he acted the same way with his friends. he hadn't had that many friends before high school, and norah had almost felt a little sorry for him. a little bit. then he would go and do something stupid like flush her cigarettes down the toilet and she would go crazy at him. seth was probably the only person that could really make her flip out. he drove her completely up the wall. she would never ever admit it - especially not to him - but no matter how much he pissed her off, and no matter what he did to her, somewhere deep down, she still loved him ; he was her brother after all, for fucks sake. but that didn't stop her being a bitch to him, or him being a dick to her. maybe it was just the whole sibling thing. although she got on well enough with aiden - maybe she and seth just really didn't have anything in common expect blood and surname. she didn't even see him at school, not really. not that she'd ever want to be seen hanging around her dorky freshman brother anyway. in her defence, who did? no one, that was who. she was no exception.

at least seth actually went to class, she supposed. at least he stood a chance. of passing. of doing something with himself. making their parents proud. norah wasn't doing any of that, and she knew it. her parents definitely weren't proud of her. she stopped showing them her report a long time ago. they never asked for it - they never wanted to see it. any parent teacher meetings were just a chore to be avoided - it was like they didn't care. but as soon as seth's teachers called home, they were grinning from ear to ear. it was understandable, teachers called home to tell their parents a range of things - seth had done exceptionally well in this piece of homework, norah had been found in the field having sex, seth had passed this test with full marks, norah had been caught cutting class and smoking in the library. it was a wonder her mom still answered the phone. it didn't stop norah - god no. just .. well, it didn't make her think twice either. but if she could go back - all the way back - maybe she would try and do something about it. maybe.

the bell rang, signalling the end of that period, and the beginning of fourth. as if she had any intention to go to fourth. she'd already skipped third, fourth was a long way down her to do list. and so, she was skipping english. who really needed to analyse everything quite so much? not norah. she didn't notice things anyway, analysing wasn't her strong point. it just didn't strike her as anything she would ever need. ever. but then again, the same was true of everything. norah didn't think she needed any subject. what she planned to do with her life, she had no fucking clue. something worthless, no doubt. nothing that would ever amount to anything. she guessed she'd spend her time sleeping around and mooching off of seth. the sad thing was, he would probably let her. which she wouldn't complain about. she wasn't hiding anywhere today - she had the feeling most teachers had given up trying to herd her to class, and just told her not to smoke in the hallways instead. which she was currently ignoring. flicking her ash on the floor, she stepped back behind a few lockers as she heard a noise. she might as well try and make an effort not to get caught - it would give her something to do, at least.

but it wasn't a teacher. or any member of staff. it wasn't even an adult. it was very familiar face, although not one she could put a name to. mainly because she had no idea what his name actually was. he hadn't ever told her. she didn't want to know either. all she knew about him was that he was a good lay. not that she would ever tell him that, but it was still true. she watched as he walked past, dragging his fingers across the glass of the window. she rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to make a comment from behind him. she wanted to see where he was going. if he was in the hallways after the bell, then clearly he was doing the same as her - skipping class. actually, she was pretty sure he was in her english class. maybe. she didn't pay any attention to who was in her class, on the occasion she actually turned up. she didn't have to wait long to find out - he turned after a couple of doors into a room she was sure wasn't a classroom. she followed him, taking a drag on the cigarette she held between her fingers. no, not a classroom. a bathroom. the boys bathroom, to be exact. she'd be worried if he went into the girls bathroom.

she pushed open the door and stepped into the boys bathroom. it was exactly the same as the girls, with the exception of the urinals. obviously, the girls bathroom didn't need them. she leaned against the wall, folding her arms and watching him. hopefully, he didn't need to pee.

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tags to callum , finished , one two five one , in the boys bathroom
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ack. it's a bit sucky. or a lot. o.o and sorry it took so long omg D:

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[callum theodore rice]

CAUSE HONEY YOU'VE GOT SEX APPEAL WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR BABY FACE
and arms and legs and, mmm mmm, every other place

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it's coming dammit. D<

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