Buried Myself Alive |Complete|

[Cael Gwynfor Guthrie]

Cael graoned as he leaned back in the chair, he hated his job so very much. The man closed his eyes as he felt the urge that always tended to come around. The urge for a stiff drink. He pulled open his desk drawer, fetching the full bottle of Jack inside. He smirked as he leaned back in the chair once more, twisting the top from the bottle as he tossed his head back, the cold, burning liquid pouring through his throat. He shifted through his phone untill he found his favorite drinking song. All That I've Got by The Used.

He sighed as he turned the music up, letting it blast loudly. Then again, it was after school, the only ones here were some teachers and of course the students staying after for clubs. He figured he would be able to be well alone now all things being considered. He sighed as he took another long gulp of the liquid. Why didnt he just do this during class. granted half of his kids would bitch and whine at him, but he didnt care, he had the power to give detentions.

He noticed he had left the door to the class room open, he bit his lower lip as he shrugged. The half unbuttoned Black button up shirt and tight jeans looked almost too normal on him. His hands wrapped in black fingerless gloves and his feet adorned in combat boots. He dressed more like the punk kids of the school. He sighed as he let his free hand trace his bare chest for a moment.

He shuddered, taking a long sip of the bottle as he looked around, he figured he would just get the rest of his work done tomorrow, let the kids watch a movie or something in class while he did his job. Yeah, that would work.

[Dion Merlo]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/icsdy1.png] today had been his first day, despite school having been in for a few days beforehand. it wasn't his fault they moved here so suddenly. it was just yesterday that they were able to finish unpacking. empty boxes were still scattered across the house, even with everything put away. if he had it his way, he would have gone to school the next week, getting a tour and all that from office aids or whoever gave tours at school. without that privileged he had to stumble his way around the school, trying to find his classes. on the bright side, there were some nice students who helped him out. but now that school was over for the day, he didn't know what to do. there were two choices: go straight home or go check out the clubs. his parents would probably urge him to do the latter, so he choice that option. now if only he knew where they were... with a sigh, the junior ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it a bit before smoothing it back down. he pushed the rim of his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, fearing that they would fall off. it was more of a habit than anything else. while he hated wearing them, he was always paranoid about them falling off his face during school. or, well, after school for this matter. biting down on his bottom lip, dion roamed the halls. one hand was clasped around the strap of his messenger bag while the other moved to fix his tie. who cares if this school didn't have a uniform like his last one? he still liked to look nice, with a white dress shirt, dark sweater vest, a tie, and slacks. he looked like such a nerd, but he didn't care. something from up the hall quickly stole his attention away from fussing over his outfit. was that music? it didn't seem too far away, and it was pretty loud. not to mention it didn't sound like something normally played in a school. curiosity getting the best of him, he completely forgot that he was supposed to look for the clubs. his feet worked on autopilot, taking him towards the source of the music. it was a classroom, duh. from what he could see from his spot hidden behind the wall next to the door, there weren't any students lingering about. it also smelt faintly like... alcohol. gross. why does a teacher have alcohol at school? gulping down some of his fears, the boy took a step forward, just enough to peek in through the door. sure enough, there was the teacher, sloppily dressed (at least in his standards), with his music blasting and a bottle in his hand. hm... he was sure he saw this teacher sometime during the day. erm, what class was it... something his father forced him to take... oh, right! business. he was a very... odd teacher to be teaching business. "um... e-excuse me?" he called, hoping yet also not hoping the man heard him.

[Cael Gwynfor Guthrie]

Cael relaxed as he decided to unbutton the rest of the buttons on the stupid shirt. He sighed as he took another long sip of the bottle, his hand slowly working at the buttons untill finally his torso was free. He smiled as he closed his eyes, his bare torso exposed to the cool air. The tattoo's along his body stood out against his pale skin, causing the black ink to pop beautifully. He hummed softly as the song changed to one he was very much so in love with. SuperNova He smirked as he leaned back further.

He smirked as he found himself rather happy that no one had come for the "Business" club. Then again most kids knew Cael got dead drunk in class or came in with a hang over. But could one really blame him. He was more interested in scoping out the young students, then again, only the ones that looked closer to his style, and only the ones smart enough to know what they wanted. He wasnt a creep, he dated people his own age, but they tended to get too clingy.

The last boy he was with would not stop calling him. It got to the point Cael actually got into a fist fight with him. How most things in his life ended. He took another long drink of the bottle, his mind getting only faintly blurry. He had built up quite the tolerance. He heard a boy's voice as he jumped. He pushed the bottle down into his lap, hoping the boy hadnt seen too much. He would hate to have to hit on the Principal again. God, the last time was torture, and Cael had his own standards.

"Oh Blimey Fuc- Ah! Er, Hello Kiddie...Ya need something?" He asked as he forced a smile, his black painted fingernails tapping the desk slightly as he scanned the kid over, he couldnt remember if the boy was in any of his classes, then again he barley knew the names of anyone. He just called everyone Kiddo or Kid. He rubbed the back of his head as he straightened in his chair.

"You Er, here for the Business Club?" he asked as he coughed a small bit, He had hoped for a no, but if he was damn it all, he would fake with the best of anyone. He reached over and paused the music once the song was over. He hoped the kid would just go, but part of him was rather curious.

[Dion Merlo]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/icsdy1.png] he felt like he shouldn't be here, at the door to a classroom where the teacher was technically stripping. it took all of his self constraint to keep himself from looking at the man's chest. instead, he focused on the teacher's face. he really didn't want to take in too much of the man's appearance. he was already scared enough, and rodeo obviously didn't have very high standards for who they allow to teach their students. at least he wasn't an elementary school teacher. that would turn out to be a nightmare. the teacher didn't seem to want him there. it was probably because he had caught him drinking (and stripping) on school property. he wasn't going to tell anyone, though. no, no, no, no, no. on his first day, he didn't want to make enemies out of any of his teachers. that would not be the best way to start the school year. tightening his hold on the strap of his messenger bag, dion shook his head when asked if he needed something. no, he was just killing time instead of wandering around blindly for clubs. speaking of clubs, did he say business club? he straightened his back slightly, glancing around the room. some club... "um, well... if... if you don't mind me asking, aren't clubs s-supposed to have a certain, uh, number of members before it's official?" damn that stuttering. he wasn't going to get anywhere in life like this. of course, being the awkward new kid didn't help. and this obviously wasn't a club everyone enjoyed if no one was in it.

[Cael Gwynfor Guthrie]

Cael sighed as he stood, placing the bottle on the floor, he moved, sitting on the desk as he motioned the boy in the room. "Come on in before one of the Withered Cows comes in an starts bitchin at me again will ya Kiddo." he asked as he smirked, the kid looked like one of those straight edged, clean cut snitches that he so very much hated. He smiled as he looked the kid up and down.

"....Kid did you go to some kind of Private school... First off, ya look like your going to a damned Yale interview, loosen up. Second, do I look like the kind of guy who would really run a club here? Theres a reason no one's here. Now, If you wanna Stay, I aint gonna stop ya, infact I welcome you to. If your going to piss n moan about Me drinking, stripping, and or the number of people I lack in my club, well.. You are near the door young man." He said softly and with a smile

"..Soo, what can I do for you?" He said as he chuckled slightly, almost as if he hadnt just queitly chewed the students face off. He smiled as he picked the bottle up from the floor and took another long sip of it.

[Dion Merlo]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/icsdy1.png] he bit down on his lip, shrinking back a bit when the man stood up. he didn't know what to do, other than actually enter the room. poking his head into the room hurt his neck. so he did just that, taking a few steps into the room. it looked larger than it did during school, probably because all the desks were empty. dion focus back on the teacher, giving him his full attention as if he were about to listen to an in-school lecture. and it could have been just that. maybe he shouldn't have stopped at the business class. it seemed like he was getting scolded, and he really hated getting scolded. it left a pit in his stomach that never left until the next day, something later. how can he talk like this with a smile? rodeo was nothing like scottsville. of course he was on the opposite side of the country now. it was to be expected. people were different, and the teachers definitely were different. he shuffled his way to one of the desks, placing his bag down and sliding into the chair. he might as well stay. he wasn't going to comment anymore on the "club" or anything else the teacher had listed. clasping his hands together and resting them on his lap, completely hidden by the desk, he turned his gaze back to the front of the room. so, what could he do for him? "i, uh.. honestly don't know." dion looked down at the desk, examining the patterns the wood made. wasn't he just the most talkative person around?

[Cael Gwynfor Guthrie]

Cael sighed as he stood, moving to shut the door, he leaned agaisnt the closed door, shaking his head as he sat down on the actual desk next to the boy, not bothering with a chair. "..Jeez, your kinda.. like a little puppy.." He said to himself, not meaning any insult by it, just observing how quiet and much like a wall flower the boy was. He smiled softly, the threatening look to him fading away. He offered the boy the bottle, figuring he would refuse, but he was a polite person when it came to his getting drunk.

He gazed the boy over as he simply shook his head. "..So kiddo, wanna tell me your name since ya dont know exactly what you would like?" He said softly as he picked at the nail polish on his left middle finger. He was in the mood to talk now, a rare thing for the "talented" Mr.Guthrie. Most people thought it was a miracle when he decided to actually teach in class, but his students almost always passed. When he taught, he was relentless.

This teaching job was mostly a joke to him untill he could get his post techno-horror band off of the ground, he and his friends mostly practiced in his garage at all hours of the night, much to the moaning of his neighbors. He looked the boy over again as he took the bottle, taking a long swig of it before setting it on the desk behind him. he always needed abit of his liquid courage.

[Dion Merlo]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/icsdy1.png] "sorry?" he murmured at the comment about him being a puppy, finally looking up to notice that the teacher was sitting on the desk next to him. so much for school rules in general. he could tell it was going to take a while for him to get used to this place. his eyes focused in on the bottle being offered to him. oh, no. he was not taking a drink out of that. he quickly shook his head, giving a soft no thank you. this was one strange teacher. he bit down on the inside of his cheek, internally debating whether or not he should give his name. wait a minute. that was stupid. one should always tell their name to their teacher, and to anyone they meet. at least their first name. eh, mister let's give alcohol to students can look up his last name if he felt like it. "d-dion." he mentally cringed at how soft that came out. let's try it again, a little louder. "my name is dion." there we go. that was much better. he could even hear himself that time! the junior shifted around in his seat a bit, turning very slightly towards the man. "and what's y-your name? if you don't mind me asking, that is..." he could look at his schedule, but that was somewhere near the bottom of his bag. digging through it just to know his teacher's name while his teacher was watching... that didn't seem like a very good idea.

[Cael Gwynfor Guthrie]

Cael couldnt help but chuckle as he smiled, he watched the boy as he shrugged, he had assumed that he would be refused for a drink, but it didnt matter much. He paused for a small bit before he finally heard him talk, his name. He hadnt heard him the first time. Dion Well, that wasnt a bad try, he actually spoke up the second time. He couldnt help but feel laughter bubbling up inside him. He finally held out his hand, his fingers had an assortment of rings on them, his nails painted and grown slightly longer then they probably should have been.

"...Mr.Guthrie, but god please..Call me Cael or Gwynfor." He said softly as he picked his phone up and looked through it. He finally got the thought struck inside his mind. "..I have you in one of my classes do I not?" He spoke very softly, his diction reflecting the fact that yes, he was a teacher. He put his feet up, crossing his legs as he messed with the thigh of his jeans, he liked leather better, but it crossed the line at school.

Cael turned his gaze back to the boy. "So let me guess... First day here or something.. Cause you look kinda shocked." He said, not a question and more a statment.

[Dion Merlo]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/icsdy1.png] he didn't know what to do when the man held out his hand. instead of moving to do, well, anything, he just sat there, staring with a dumbfounded look. was he supposed to shake his hand or something? well, it was a common gesture to show they meant no harm, but... eh, for now he'll keep his hands to himself. he was not ready for human contact just yet. one touch and he would probably be flying for the door. so much for being like a puppy. he was more of a rabbit due to how skittish he was. he perked up slightly, though, when the man gave him his name. mister guthrie, cael, or gwynfor. oh, the choices. obviously mister guthrie was off limits, unless, you know, the principal walked by or something. or if he was talking to his parents... he would probably go with cael because it seemed easier to to say. dion shifted around in his seat again, really hating the feeling of plastic chairs. "yes, you do." he nodded as he said this, just in case he spoke too softly again. at the moment, he couldn't remember which period it was, only that it was before lunch. perhaps fourth period? that might be it. or third. you know what, he can figure that out later. for now he needed to pay attention to his teacher--erm, cael. "y-yeah. the family moved across the country because of my father's job." one promotion and they had to move.

[Cael Gwynfor Guthrie]

He laughed softly to himself as he slowly slid his hands in his pockets, he let his eyes wander the boy over, listening to his every word as he simply nodded. He remained quiet after a long time before he smiled, a smile that seemed to nice and delicate for someone like him, despite the harsh look he held to himself, he was a sweetie, a squishy little kitten compared to most people. "so..what does your father do for work?" He asked softly, he felt rather at ease now, and the alcohal was helping numb him.

He never had much a family and he rather loved to hear about other people's. He smiled softly as he decided to make the comment he was thinking. "Must be nice being with your family like that... even if you dont get much a choice." He said softly, more fragile then he meant to. He simply smiled at the boy as he grabbed the bottle, taking a rather long and hard swig of the liquid, he probably seemed like just another alcohalic, but it meant little to him.

[Dion Merlo]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/icsdy1.png] he didn't notice it, but he was beginning to relax. his muscles were not nearly as tense as they had been when he first arrived, and he was slowly starting to turn the focus of his eyes from the patterns on the desk to the teacher. it was probably because mister guthrie--erm, whoops. it was probably because cael wasn't nearly as scary personality-wise as his appearance made him out to be. that was comforting to dion, as long as he wasn't offered the bottle again. "he's a chef." he still didn't know where his father worked, only that he cooked for a living. for all he knew, he could be working as a cook at a rundown bar or club, only talking big about himself so that the family admired him. of course that couldn't be the case due to the yearly income he had. they were pretty well off for just one member of the family currently working a better job. his mother really should try to do something other than serve customers at some random restaurant. dion blinked, staring up at cael when he spoke again. he just stared for a couple of moments, trying to process what was said. he slowly turned his gaze back down to the desk. "yeah... i guess it is nice, th-though it's the second time i had to change my life for them." the first time... he didn't even want to think about it.

[Cael Gwynfor Guthrie]

Cael smiled slightly as he picked at the nail polish once more. He felt a twinge of sadness as he smiled. "..Cool... my father is-- was a Welder for some company... He traveled alot from the job's he would get offered." Cael spoke as though he was deep in thought. He looked at his hands, very small burn scars on them from the times he had burnt himself on accident from the weld. He used to help his father, but that was before it happened. He shook his head as he placed the small smile back on his face.

"Hey.. Be lucky you'r still in their life.. Shit happens before you know it, and just like that, your alone Dion." He said softly as he straightened the rings on his fingers. He looked back at the boy as he shrugged. "By the Fae that was abit dark, Pardon me." He said softly, chuckling half-heartedly to cover the blunder that he had made. he wasnt this open with people that he had just met. He cracked his knuckles as he looked at the boy once more.

He couldnt think of much to talk about, so he did what he normally did, he picked up the bottle and chugged a good bit of it right there without coming up for a breath. He needed something to distract him right then and booze seemed like the perfect thing.

[Dion Merlo]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/icsdy1.png] was? dion lifted his head up, raising his eyes to place his attention back on cael. by was, did he mean that... oh. if that was the case, then he really shouldn't make it seem like his own life was a hassle or anything. no, he had a nice life compared to others. he had a father who supported the entire family, a loving mother, and a darling--though slightly annoying--little sister. let's not forget two pets. in a way, they were like the ideal american family, even if he wasn't american by birth. it was still a lot better than others. he inwardly winced at the teacher's words. that really was dark. he wouldn't dare think about not being in his parents' lives. he couldn't even think of a world without them. had they not taken him in, he would still be in some rundown orphanage in japan. life would have been so much more different. shaking his head, dion let a smile form on his lips. "it's fine, sir." after a few moments, dion turned his head, glancing over at the clock hanging high up on the wall. he should probably head home soon, though it's not like anyone but his sister would notice. his parents were off at work, and they wouldn't be home until around six. he had time to waste still.

[Cael Gwynfor Guthrie]

Cael caught the boy looking at the clock. He felt a twinge of Sadness as he realized the boy probably DID have to be home soon. He figured he would spend the rest of the night at home, or passed out in his car, that was when it ht him, why not be kinder then he normally was. "Have to be home soon?" He asked as he smiled. "..If you like I can give you a ride, it's probably on my way. He spoke softly as he screwed the top back on the bottle and stood, he walked to his desk, opened the drawer and re-placed the bottle there.

He turned back to dion as he sat on his desk. He shrugged off the shirt as he figured that it WAS after school hours, meaning he was completly off the clock. He hated the stress of clothing, it felt like he was being choked out by the fabric. Oh hell to the fabric. He chuckled as he looked at Dion, a smile creeping back on his lips as he tossed the shirt in his messenger bag he typically carried back and forth to school.

He turned back at the boy as he tossed the bag into his chair, not ready to leave, just trying to busy himself so he didnt do something he would regret. Like kissing him He shuddered as he shook the thought from his mind. He couldnt be thinking like this anymore, it was very unhealthy.