I Think You're the Spawn of Satan {Zach}

[LIAM HENDERSON]

Tutor? Liam needed a tutor?! That was new. Liam wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box, but he always managed to miraculously pull decent grades right out of his ass. But his math grades were falling into the Pit of Despair; albino included. Fuck. So, his Professor (bah, "professor". Just because the kid had an artsy fartsy degree in Shit-You're-Never-Going-To-Use did not make him a professor) had took it upon himself to set him up with a tutor. Zack. Fucking. Charming.

Not only was he now going to be stuck with Zack Smartass Charming three days a week after school. That meant three days that he wouldn't be at Jamie's sde. That meant three days that he'd have to play guitar late if he even got a chance. He had agreed to meet Zack at the Research Center--because he did not want this crazy man knocking on his door at o'dark'thirty at night talking about 'What is the limit of whatever-that-word-is'. No, screw that. That was valueable sleeping or mess-with-Jamie-while-he-slept-time.

Hopefully Zach didn't get the wrong idea. They were not friends. They would not be friends. Liam had all the friends he wanted or needed. There was one boy--Jamie. And one girl--Amy. Even better--Jamie and Amy rhymed. Zack didn't. So why would he throw Zack into the mix? If he did become a friend, he'd have to become Zackie to further the rhyming sceme. But even that sounded a bit forced. So no. Zack wasn't a friend. Plus, they were so opposite it wasn't even funny.

Actually, it was so unfunny, that it was actually almost hysterical. But for now, Liam took refuge in his bright red hoodie, with the hood pulled over his black hair while he watched for Zack. He rocked backwards on the legs on his chair, knees pressed against the table to keep him balanced, while his fingers drummed on the tables to he music blaring through his headphones. He was keeping surprisingly good rhythm, even if he was getting a few annoyed glared that he was totally oblivious to.

Hey. Haters gonna hate. Potatoes gonna potate.

Tags: Monicur / Zack / Olley / Liam
Notes: I love Liam. So much.
Outfit: I AM THE BATMAN.

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[ZACK CHARMING]

Tutor. Zack Charming was going to be a tutor.

This was an abhorrent piece of data on multiple levels. Zack Charming did not particularly revel in the company of puerile imbiciles, whom this tutoree ostensibly was, since he or she was doing so poorly in his math class as to require further instruction. Zack could undoubtedly understand struggling with English or history, for Zack himself had found those subjects insufferably bromidic and trite. But the art of mathematics was a particularly fascinating subject, something that Zack could not for the life of him imagine even the simplest of children struggling with.

Numbers were cooperative: they did what Zack wanted them to. He could manipulate them to his bidding at ease, weaving them together and wrenching them apart to his utmost pleasure. The fact that any faux pas of a student could struggle with such matters was absolutely preposterous to him.

Still, he supposed this community service opportunity would certainly elevate his candidacy for the Honors Graduation Thesis, when it came time to apply there, in addition to his acceptance to Harvard. He walked into the Austin Research Center, nodding at the young librarian as he brushed past, and trudging towards a table at the back where he’d agreed to meet this student.

”Hello,” he said, sitting down at the table. "My name is Zackary Charming. Yes, 'Charming' is in fact my real last name. It is not a pseudonym, as I tend to frown upon such detritus."

He cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. "You are free to refer to me as such, 'Zack', Sir, 'Your Royal Highness', 'Utmost Superior', and titles of a similar nature. You are not free to refer to me as a name that is in any way derogatory to my nature as your tutor. Presumably. You are..." He pulled a crumpled slip of paper from the pocket of his jeans, scanning the contents quickly. "Mr. Liam Henderson?"

The instant he looked away from the slip of paper, he forgot the kid's name again. Christ, this was going to be a long afternoon.

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”Talk talk talk talk”

Think think think

”Other person talking”
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Words:: Idunno, lazy
Tagged::

[/color]Liam!<3
Notes::[/color]Meh
Outfit::[/color] Is here
Inspiration::[/color]Nothin'
Lyrics::[/color]Rome and Juliet-Dire Straits
Credit::[/color]This template is by MONICA. Don’t be stealin’, ya hear?[/blockquote][/size][/center]

[LIAM HENDERSON]

Nope. Liam didn't get the first half of that, cause his iPod was still going. He simply raised an eyebrow at Zack while the boy rambled on. Finally, his song stopped, and Liam had the courtesy to pull his headphones out, just to catch the tail end of what Zack was saying.

Oh. HELL no.

"I think I'll call you Zack. Cause I only call guys 'Sir' when they've got me on my knees. Royal Highness and Utmost Superior? I promised to never lie." Liam grinned brightly, and sat up straight. Normally, Liam was a friendly boy. Charming, if you will...but almost immediately this Zack kid was under his skin, easily gnawing away at any edge of sanity that Liam might have had. "Liam would be correct." His tongue darted out to push the ring in his lip around as he eyed Zack warily.

Hoity toity. Great. Liam wanted the comfort of his dorm. The dorm with its posters, and worn out furniture, and smell of tobacco and cologne. Not this cold, clinical setting where snobs named Zack Charming roamed like he owned the place. Liam did need tutoring. He just needed to stop worrying about his roommate who had been acting strange lately. Stop worrying long enough to get some decent sleep, or at least focus on studying. But nope. He was here. With Zack. Great.

"Quite honestly, I could care less what you've got to teach if your attitude is going to be like that." Liam dropped his chair back into his upright position, and he rested his elbows on the desk, and put his chin in his hands, and blinked large green eyes at Zack curiously. "How 'bout I teach you something today? How 'bout I teach you how to loosen up and get the stick out of your ass?" Liam blinked. He didn't seem like he was trying to act like a jerk. He honestly wanted to teach this kid how to loosen up...cause it really seemed like he was going to pull out a ruler and smack Liam's tattooed hands.

Liam ducked his head down and fished his phone out of his hoodie pocket, and tapped his thumbs against the screen. 'Stuck being tutored. order pizza. trying 2 get out soon. c u soon.' Liam visibly yawned as he sent the text to his roommate, before pushing the phone back into his pocket. He looked up at Zack again, his smile wide, sweet, friendly. "You like music? Or are you the sort who's enver gotten out of the rennisance era? Like...you legit thing that Beethoven should be on the billboards or something, right?" His head tilted curiously, his foot bouncing idly as he sat there, doing his best to look prim and proper and not reach out across to attempt to injure Zack.

Tags: Monicur / Zack / Olley / Liam
Notes: I love Liam. So much.
Outfit: I AM THE BATMAN.

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[ZACK CHARMING]

This ostensibly…what were they calling it these days? Hand…leg…chin…hip…hipster, that was it. This ostensibly hipser teenager blinked to the beat of some probably abhorrent teenage song blasting through his ear, clearly not listening to a word that Zack was saying. That was just as well, he concluded, after terminating his lovely, in his opinion, harangue. Zack could receive these community service hours regardless of whether or not the maladroit specimen actually learned anything. The more the merrier, in fact.

"I think I'll call you Zack. Cause I only call guys 'Sir' when they've got me on my knees. Royal Highness and Utmost Superior? I promised to never lie."

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Zack grinned. He rather liked this boy’s sense of humor, dilettante as it may have been. ”Indeed. Well. Each to his own.” Thousands of imprudent remarks snipped at his mind, but he managed to stifle the lip. Zack had come here to tutor, not for incessant repartee. Of course, the boy went on talking. ”Liam would be correct.” Zack nodded. ”Good. Well, that should fill our quota of pleasantries for the day. Let’s get started.”[/b] He pulled out the rudimentary textbook his guidance counselor had given him a few days ago to “study”. An utterly facetious notion, Zack thought laughingly to himself. Studying. An activity for only the most trite of students. Zack was sure he could handle whatever painfully embryonic information was contained within these pages. He opened to a random page, scanning its contents. ”So we have here a list of commonly used vector derivative formulas for quadratic matrix equations evolving to a scalar. Wanna go ahead and derive this?” He pointed to what looked like the simplest one.

"Quite honestly, I could care less what you've got to teach if your attitude is going to be like that."[/i]

”Like what?”[/b] he asked, raising his eyebrows innocently. He was rather enjoying this banter. It almost reminded him of his snide back-and-forth belittlings of middle school instructors. ”I’m quite sorry to hear that,”[/b] he replied, shaking his head in mock apology. ”I dearly wish I could inform you that ‘not caring’ will improve your mathematics grade. Unfortunately, that would be a calumny.”[/b]

"How 'bout I teach you something today? How 'bout I teach you how to loosen up and get the stick out of your ass?"[/i]

Stick out of your ass. An interesting colloquialism in its right, though Zack was sure he could have come up with a better one. This young man had to be what, nineteen, at the least, yet he spoke like a child. ”Yes, well, while you attempt to pry this cudgel from my derriere, I’ll be doing my job as the superior mathematician here and trying to stuff this material into your brain. It appears that this is going to be harder than anticipated, but I’m always up to a challenge.”[/b] Zack pursed his lips to keep more sarcastic remarks from spilling forth and began to do the first problem in his head. Perhaps he’d beat this imbecile and his calculator.

"You like music? Or are you the sort who's enver gotten out of the rennisance era? Like...you legit thing that Beethoven should be on the billboards or something, right?"[/i]

Music? This abrasive neonate was asking about his taste in music? Zack sighed. This was always hard to explain. ”First of all, oh connoisseur of all things melodious, Beethoven is about one hundred and seventy years too late for the Renaissance era. I’m quite a fan of Felix Mendellshon, particularly his orchestral works, though lately I’ve been listening to a bit of Michael Haydn. So I’d say no Renaissance there, though I’ll admit I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for the surviving works of Antoine de Longueval. And the billboards?”[/b] Zack shivered. ”Christ almighty, to see such men up on a list with the likes of Justin Biebson and Selena Cyrus would be utterly perturbing.”[/b] Those were artists that idiots like this listened to, right? Hopefully.

”Talk talk talk talk”

Think think think

”Other person talking”
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Tagged::

[/color]Liam!<3
Notes::[/color]Meh
Outfit::[/color] Is here
Inspiration::[/color]Nothin'
Lyrics::[/color]Rome and Juliet-Dire Straits
Credit::[/color]This template is by MONICA. Don’t be stealin’, ya hear?[/blockquote][/size][/center]