"I just want you to know," the boy says when he walks into his classroom on the first day, all the bravado and cocksure swagger of a high school senior, leaning onto his desk with his hands planted on Sinestro's grade book, "you don't scare me."
Sinestro folds his arms over his chest and waits for the rest, because of course there's more. This boy's mouth has probably gotten him into trouble more times than he can count.
"Yeah, I've heard all the stories," the boy says. "Hard ass. Homework every single night. Borderline psychotic."
"Don't forget verbally and mentally abusive," Thaal adds casually as he turns around, writes his name on the whiteboard as the rest of the students pour into class.
"Yep, those too," the boy says. "I just wanted to say, do your worst Mr. Sinestro, 'cause I'm not going anywhere."
"Pity," Thaal says to the boy's wide, too bright grin. "Take your seat, Jordan. It's time for class."
***
"You shouldn't be here," Thaal says when the boy slips into his classroom one afternoon. The tips of his hair are wet and his face is red and Thaal assumes he must have just finished with football practice. He seems the sort.
"Yeah well," Jordan says, hopping up on the edge of his desk. "You probably shouldn't be staring at my ass all the time. Whatcha gonna do?"
"Jordan," Thaal says, pushing away from his desk. "I will say this once and only once, do you understand?"
Hal nods.
"You are insufferable, intolerable, and I have never quite wanted to inflict violence upon a student as often as I have with you."
Hal's blindingly smug grin falters a little.
"You are also beautiful and quite brilliant and I am not a good man. You should leave."
"I told you," Hal says, licking his lips. "You don't scare me."
"That," Thaal says, cupping Hal's face, "is very dangerous."
"Do your worst, Mr. Sinestro," Hal grins, so Thaal does.
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Date: 2015-10-08 12:15 pm (UTC)Sinestro folds his arms over his chest and waits for the rest, because of course there's more. This boy's mouth has probably gotten him into trouble more times than he can count.
"Yeah, I've heard all the stories," the boy says. "Hard ass. Homework every single night. Borderline psychotic."
"Don't forget verbally and mentally abusive," Thaal adds casually as he turns around, writes his name on the whiteboard as the rest of the students pour into class.
"Yep, those too," the boy says. "I just wanted to say, do your worst Mr. Sinestro, 'cause I'm not going anywhere."
"Pity," Thaal says to the boy's wide, too bright grin. "Take your seat, Jordan. It's time for class."
***
"You shouldn't be here," Thaal says when the boy slips into his classroom one afternoon. The tips of his hair are wet and his face is red and Thaal assumes he must have just finished with football practice. He seems the sort.
"Yeah well," Jordan says, hopping up on the edge of his desk. "You probably shouldn't be staring at my ass all the time. Whatcha gonna do?"
"Jordan," Thaal says, pushing away from his desk. "I will say this once and only once, do you understand?"
Hal nods.
"You are insufferable, intolerable, and I have never quite wanted to inflict violence upon a student as often as I have with you."
Hal's blindingly smug grin falters a little.
"You are also beautiful and quite brilliant and I am not a good man. You should leave."
"I told you," Hal says, licking his lips. "You don't scare me."
"That," Thaal says, cupping Hal's face, "is very dangerous."
"Do your worst, Mr. Sinestro," Hal grins, so Thaal does.