No escape

And nope, it's not like this is going to be an absurd, inadmissibly rare horror story. I'm not good at telling those. So, you shall not worry about having a queer experience here.

Well, unless you are Moore, then yes, you should be scared as hell.

"Wait, what?"

But we're not Moore; we're just here to make fun of him.

"You do realize I can listen to you, right?"

All within a healthy, violence-free…

"Hey, I'm talking to you, you airheaded narrator"

… and full of gay romance environment.

"Wait no. No. I didn't sign for this"

A not-all-ages-suitable

"I said wait!"

And probably lame in terms of consistency

"I wanna talk to my manager!"

But still a time worthy experience in learning about life's habitual hardships and the path of knowledge-acquiring from our mistakes.

"What nonsense is this crazy lass talking about!?"

"Uh, Doron, what are you doing?"

Moore was raising his middle finger to the ceiling. He didn't realize he was acting weird towards no one exactly until the principal broke his reverie, taking him back to the reality he was now facing. Somehow, he had managed to drag himself into a more complicated situation than he would have liked to. If only his pride wasn't that delicate, he would have accepted his punishment for being late to class and everything would be normal by now. But no, he had to prioritize his ego. And so, he now had to be listening to a long and certainly not of his interest guiding explanation, standing uncomfortably at the principal's office while holding Thomas' hand because the guy was 'too shy and nervous to face this alone'.

Ha, yeah…well, Moore ain't gonna buy that. This goose-face idiot's acting was so weak Moore was surprised Mrs. Cassandra and the Prefect hadn't noticed he was just pretending. 'This little prick' being mad this early in the morning wasn't going to be good for his skin 'I swear, once this is all over I'm seriously never going to cross paths with him again.'

Oh, my poor Moore, he really didn't pay attention to this chapter introduction.

"Uhm, I'm sorry, I just, uhh…no, don't mind me, please go on." He fixed his tousled light brown hair, trying to act as if none of this was affecting him. But, why? Why was he being too restrained? Thomas was starting to get on his nerves, that's a fact. He had never experienced a thing like this before; instead, he has always been more than amazing at dealing with uncomfortable situations. Everything just seems to be going wrong today.

"As I was saying" Mrs. Cassandra cleared her throat "Thomas, the study program offered by this school differs greatly from your previous one, this means…"

Again, the principal's voice slowly vanished inside Moore's mind while he continued to struggle with his own thoughts. Perhaps it was just a temporary streak of bad luck? Normal people usually have those, right? The day didn't start out that good, to begin with. So this was all probably a sly matter of misfortune. Yeah, nothing more.

"…Do you agree, Doron?" the principal called at him once again, but he was just getting to the conclusion of his stormy thoughts.

"Uh, yes. Absolutely."

"Oh, really?" she smiled brightly.

"Totally. Quite an amazing idea." Absent-minded, Moore didn't notice he had talked carelessly.

"Wonderful." Mrs. Cassandra kept talking and Moore kept thinking. Who was he trying to cheat? No matter how considerate he had tried to be, every single thought he had led to only one person to blame: the guy sitting right next to him and his odd, spine-chilling vibes, Thomas Damn Murp—

"Oh, you can call me Thommy." Hold on, he wasn't reading Moore's mind, was he? Thomas, I mean, Thommy smiled innocently towards the principal, but Moore could tell he was looking at him from the corner of the eye, holding back a giggle. Moore couldn´t help but think Thomas was making fun of him, again.

"Very well then, Thommy" judging by the huge smile on her face, it seems Mrs. Cassandra was starting to like her new student. Of course, Moore wasn't happy about this. After gathering with his own conscience in a quick, impromptu meeting, he has deliberately concluded that this Thomas boy was definitely not to his liking. Ha! And it only took him less than a day.

Oh, but do not misunderstand little Moore here. It's not like he's the hateful kind of person. It was just something he felt on the inside, a soft voice coming from the bottom of his stomach that keeps telling him 'Yo stay away from this rog rat, he ain't no good honey', and just because he was so true to his stomachic instincts, he obeyed.

"Okay, I guess it's all been settled. Let's not take any more of your precious time and move to what is next." Finally, the boring interview was over. Mrs. Cassandra stud up while fixing her coat sleeves. It was now time to take Thommy to his new classroom, so everyone followed her as she left the office, walking through the hallways. When the four of them reached the destined place, Moore could feel the air returning to his lungs. He was worried they would assign Thomas to his class but turns out he AT LEAST was saved from that. 'That's it. Just a few more minutes and he'll finally be out of my way.'

For Moore, it was just a matter of waiting for a little outside the classroom until the principal had finished introducing the new guy. But it was when he felt a little pull on his right hand that his hopes sunk to the ground. Thomas was still holding his hand and it seems like the cunning boy wanted him to enter too. Moore raised his sight and found Thomas's eyes glaring at him. A bright green-blue dreamy look that begged 'please, come with me', but Moore knew it was just a trick. So no, no way. There was just NO way he would DARE enter that classroom next to the guy while they were clinging onto each other like a pair of lovey-doveys.

Well, at least that's what he said.

After an approving giggle from the principal before entering, Moore was practically forced to satisfy poor Thomas' wishes, and now, again, he was standing right where he didn't want to. Damn Moore, you are really enjoying embarrassing yourself today, aren't you?

The introduction went on as usual, but Moore was not even listening. Everyone in the class was looking at them, turning their eyes from Moore to Thomas to Moore again. But who could blame them? They both made quite the astonishing pair. While being declared the most handsome face at school for 5 years in a row, Moore was more than just 'known'. As for Thomas…well, you could easily tell by the excitement in every girl's —and even one or two boys—expression. The impact of this new, beauteous face was far more than what they could bear. And to see them together like this…

Moore was internally screaming. He was pissed. And he knew that's exactly what Thomas wanted. Moore's name was one of the most popular names (if not THE most popular) in the whole school, so it would be just a matter of hours until everyone knows he appeared in the morning holding hands with some new visual snack. What a feast to the eyes!

Once it was all over, Thomas stayed in his new assigned seat, making friends with the guy next to him almost immediately. 'Quite the skill for someone who's supposedly shy.' Moore raised a judgmental brow before heading out of class. At least, Thomas didn't make him walk him to his seat. 'I'll give him that much'.

"Oh!, Doron!!" The council leader stopped the moment he heard his name. What now!? He turned back to the owner of the voice, Thomas looking at him with his head resting on his hands and smiling. "See you after classes" then he winked, and followed by whispers and gasps, Moore felt his cheeks burning as he finally left.

'THAT INSANE BRAT' Moore felt the urge to explode, but he clenched his fists and breathed instead 'What was he thinking? Saying such a thing out loud in front of everyone…'

As if reading his thoughts, the principal spoke.

"Hmm, I must say…" she smiled with a distant look while walking "…you really did surprise me today."

"Why's that?" Pinching the bridge of his nose, Moore was finally soothing his mood, yet still with a whirlwind of ideas inside his head.

"Well, I thought you said you were very busy. And actually kind of enjoyed being a loner. But maybe I was just reading you wrong." She led the way to Moore's class "You really did volunteer yourself to help Thomas with his studies after school. That's like, well, very unexpected to say the least."

"Ah, yes, well, I like helping" He mumbled unconsciously "Helping is my thing, of course, and…volunte—VOLUNTEERING TO WHAT!?" he finally came back to his senses.

Mrs. Cassandra skipped a beat with Moore's sudden realizational scream "Geez, Doron. People are having classes."

This couldn't be. Not at all. What he thinks she said was not what he thinks she meant. Absolutely zero percent possible. He was super extra sure he never said such a demented thing. He would never dare!

Oh, but he did, actually. It was just that he was absent-minded at the moment. 'A wonderful idea indeed' he remembered his words back at the principal's office 'a wonderful way to punish an idiot like me'

Yes, the threads of life were willingly making things impossible for him today.

"I just hope" Mrs. Cassandra sighed "you stay true to your promise." and with those last words, she knocked on Moore's class' door and delivered him. Moore felt he was finally arriving home. He excused himself before coming in and took his seat. What Mrs. Cassandra said before leaving him resounded inside his head. She was making sure he knew he had no escape. And believe it, my kids, Moore knew.

Moore knew very well.