Tease me coal

prologue

(This my world Hollywood. This is where I belong. Underneath your world my little love)

Billie Hollywood

Mondays were never easy. Men struggled to get out of bed to prepare for work earlier. Women become zombies from the stress of the mornings.

For the me the morning were easy because I hardly slept. By 7:30 I'd already dressed in my school uniform and let my hair down.

Sometimes it was way earlier than that, so I lay on my bed texting with my cousin London.

I smiled a little with the text that came in.

London-- she's so stubborn, she can't even apologize when she's wrong.

Billie-- maybe you should try apologizing first?

London always had a problem admitting when he was wrong, l was not surprised that it took him more than a minute to reply.

London-- What?! No way! I was trying to help and she just freaked out! She should apologize!!

I can only imagine his face at the moment. London was the only one I spent my time talking so much to.

He always had what to say, and I like listening to him especially when it was about his female--roommate--but--not--friend at the NU.

He put it in that particular order.

Billie-- Whatever you say Lonnie

It was best to push it or he'd just stop texting then resume text the next day about a totally different topic. He always weirded out whenever his roommate was involved.

"Billie the school bus is here!" Desiree yelled.

I chocked my phone into my bag and got off the bed. In the nature of tradition I paused to see how I was dressed.

No hoodie today. Just a black head warmer, and my Monday uniform. I preferred hoodies cause it was easy to sink yourself in whenever you were feeling clammed but Lonnie gave me the idea of a head warmer.

I jogged downstairs.

Uncle Ricky and Desiree were eating and talking. Uncle Ricky turned to me and with a smile greeted. "Good morning Billie."

I smiled back a little. My lips parted as I frowned. "Elijah is up at his room." Desiree answered the unsaid question.

It was usual that Elijah wasn't downstairs yet. He was waiting for Uncle Ricky to go to work before he came out of his room.

It was the usual pattern between a father who can't handle that his son is a faggot and the gay son that rather avoid his stereotype father.

No response from me before I dashed out if the house. Talking was hard. To many communication was easy but it was hard for me. It was better not to speak.

And when you've lead the kind of love I am you'd know talking only made things worse. I am grateful for Uncle Ricky and Desiree but nothing could change the damages in me.

I was already ruined and the fact that I couldn't even speak said just how much damage there was.

The bus ride zoomed fast. The person sitting next to me tried to speak to me a couple times. He'd stop trying eventually, it seemed he was new.

Soon enough he'd stop siting next to me altogether.

I opened my locker, picked out my English textbook which was the first subject I had then put my bag inside.

I stepped into the class. The bell was yet to ring and I was already inside the class. Every class had their names inscribed on their desk.

The bell rang. Students found themselves inside the class.

I opened my English textbook not bothering to even look up as I read.

Mr J barged into the class. The books in his grip almost falling and his glasses dangling on the bridge of his nose as he made his way to the teacher's desk.

The class was still noisy even with the teacher in the building. "Class why the noise?" Mr J asked as he arranged his books on his table.

Mr J made things hard for himself. He was a concerned teacher, he always made sure all his students understood what he was trying to teach.

He cared for his students.

I remembered how concerned he during my first week at Eriduim high. He had tried to help me speak, but he didn't realize that something were to cracked to be fixed.

Somethings were better left unsaid, and eventually he stopped trying so hard.

"Settle down class! Class attendance!" My body stiffened at his words.

Oh no.

I hated those things. Most teachers required you speak to verify your presence. I was here, and I raised my hand, shouldn't that be enough?

"Chloe Bishop?!" Mr J called out.

"Present!" She answered.

".....Jordan Fierri!" Mr J hollered.

"Present" Jordan's voice was bored from behind.

He and the rest of his friends sat at the back of the school. I paid him a small curious glance before turning back to my book.

"Hunter Hayes!"

"Present!" Another one of Jordan's friends.

"Blaine Priest!"

"Present!" Blaine's voice was dripping with humor. He snickered right after he answered the call to his name.

"Cole Chamberlain!" Mr J called out.

There was a silence in the class. "Cole Chamberlain!" Mr J called out again.

The only kind of noise in the class was a quiet snore and soft snickers from here and there. "Mr Chamberlain!" Mr J called out louder this time.

I glanced back to see Cole Chamberlain jolt from his sleeping state. He first browsed out everywhere with a confused look before speaking. "Someone call my name?" Cole's english accent thickened his words.

Laughters erupted in the class. Some were just snickering.

"Mr Chamberlain sleeping in class are we?" Mr J berated.

Cole ran his fingers through his hair. "No. I was just closing my eyes to memorize my activities from last night" He replied, leaning back against his chair.

The snickers from his friends piqued. "Is that so? And what might those activities be?" Mr J countered.

Cole shrugged. "Government politics, power? Trump?" He answered.

"Really? Why don't you get up and explain what about power you learned?" Cole's widened at Mr J's words.

"Uh....No....I'd rather not" Cole said, earning more quiet snickers from his friends.

Jordan buried his face in Cole's shoulder in a fit of laughter, but Cole shrugged him off with a glare to follow.

"But I'd rather you did" Mr J pushed.

Cole turned his vicious glare to Mr J, but said nothing as he quietly stood up. He cleared his throat and stuck his tongue out to moisten his lips. "Um....You see.. " The snickers rose at the start of his explanation.

Cole's glare turned harder. "What the hell are you all snickering at?!" That was enough to tune down the snickers.

"You see power is the ability to make other conform to wishes....For example the power that Principal Davidson exercises when he barged into this class to end this lesson" A smirk crawled on his face, as he buried his hands into his pockets.

A frown contorted on Mr J''s face. He was about to speak when the door opened.

Principal Davidson strode in bristling in anger. "You! With me!" He pointed at Mr J.

Mr J confused followed Principal Davidson. I watched the rest of the students follow in their suit.

Chattering and snickers echoed throughout the halls and the Class.

I stood up to see what had caused all the noise. My eyes widened at the sprayed words above the door of my class.

'Mr Jonathan Frinkles is screwing the school nurse'

Nobody needed to understand hyperbole to know who could have written such a thing sprayed on the wall.

Two words.

Cole Chamberlain.