There's a first time for everything [Sin]

"Hey. What's new?" Matt asked, hoping to limit conversation. He tolerated the child for now but he wasn't trusted by any stretch of the imagination. Matthew found the kid interesting enough though that he'd need to get to know him in order to tutor him. After all, the ability to teach one is the ability to identify with another and offer up ways to associate thought processes with necessary information. Though it was times like this Matthew didn't focus on his senses too much, because the child to the left of him was going a little over-kill on the Axe or something. Matt chuckled as he shifted, now that he smelled it, he couldn't NOT smell it, which was god awful. "You may be trying too hard there for h-whomever you're using the spray for" Matt said as he coughed a little because of it.

"Hola, Buenos Dias chica's." Senora said. The class responded with a bunch of Buenos Dias crap, Matt included. He said it with a lameness about his voice as he listened, but continued to do stick-figure comics and he even added a change of scenery. He was being careful to listen to Shane as he answered questions. The Teacher introduced him and asked him to stand up. "Well Senor Shane, tell us a little about you." Matthew cringed. God he hated that question so much...

Shael sniffed himself as the male mentioned his smelling strong, coughing loudly as if the scent were enough to choke him, a few tears welling up within his eyes as he whipped them away. ”Stuff, had this class and here you are.” He said with a slightly extravagant motion of the arms, as if this were the most novel of surprise and it was to him. He would have to make sure that Fera did not go overkill with the axe again, as he smelled way too strong. It was then that the teacher spoke up that Shael found himself the most confused, considering that he knew Spanish as well as….well English and ethersong. It was the question that demanded that he tell them about him but…what would he tell them? ”Well I’m 15, I like tacos and burritos, and I can do a backflip…wanna see?” He said all of this with a toothy grin.

. The boy explained himself as a taco-eating back-flipping fifteen year old. If Matthew didn't hate the word so much he'd have said the kid was rad. But he hated the word. That and even he would admit that he's an asshole. So he just left it with a quiet contemplative hum. This kid was weird. He was almost child-like and something about it was adorable, but the truth was the boy looking sixteen or whatever he was bothered Matthew a little. He was cute and all but he was a grown boy supposedly. he was either class-clowning it on his first day or he was not very bright and shouldn't even be in high school because of some inbreeding genetic abnormality. Matthew growled to himself, scolding his thoughts for not being productive and being overly critical in place.

    "N...No Senor Smith. Thank you, you may take your seat now." The teacher said, slightly shocked or surprised. Matt smirked at the expression on her face and found himself laughing when he noticed that Shael had sat down.

    "For what it's worth, Taco's are awesome." He said as he continued to write in his book, continuing the comic.

Okay, note to self don’t go heavy on the introduction, people will look at you weird. Frowning lightly to himself, Shael reclined back into his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, thinking over how he could have done that better, nothing coming up. ”Yeah they are, get kinda old after two weeks of eating them though.” Shael muttered to no one in particular as he seemed to drift off into thought once again. The woman seemed a little disturbed by his whole introduction, and perhaps it was the whole growling that matt did that added to the discomfort. ”I think I did something wrong.” He muttered to himself, resting his chin on the flats of his arms.

"I think you lost them with the backflip. It didn't really tie into who you are." He said, nodding as his one eye narrowed and an amused look on his face. He turned back to the comics, noticing that the boy didn't have a notebook or a pencil. With a slight sigh Matthew reached into his messenger bag and removed a blank notebook and a sharpie marker writing the named "Shane" on it and placing it on the boys desk. He then returned to his own little comics. He listened as the teacher carried on and Matthew took out a piece of paper and wrote down a question of a piece of paper, folding it up and placing it on Shane's desk when Senora had her back turned.

    "Alright, now who can tell me how to say "The Crazy Banana" en Español por favor." She asked, looking from the bored to be met with a questioning look from Matthew. while he would have worded it more politically correct, the gist of the look was "What the fuck?". when, in their lives would they ever need to know how to say "crazy banana". "Mateo, you have an interesting look on your face, Cómo se dice "The Crazy Banana" en Español?" Senora asked him.

     "Usted dice que como, "El Loco Banana." Matthew said promptly. Then he cleared his throat and raised his hand, the teacher nodded at him and he continued on to speak. "¿Por qué debemos utilizar nunca esa frase?" He asked as he leaned forward, trying to be as respectful but genuinely worried as possible. He didn't take this class for her to teach the new kid abut crazy banana's and what not to do with them.[/color]

So it was the bit about the back flip? Shael felt like it had something to do with the back flip but his mind kind of vomited that out, along with the rest of the probably useless information that came out, which probably explained why he sucked with social interaction. He may have been a sweetheart but when it came to talking to other people, he was….daft. Looking down to the notebook placed on his desk, Shael looked to Matt and offered a thankful grin as he opened the notebook t the first page and simply let his fingertips run over it. Not long after getting it, a note was passed asking about his schedule, or if he had a copy of his. Looking at it for a moment, Shael reached for a pen from his booksack, he wrote down his answer which was a slightly messy yeah, stealthily passing said note back to Matt.

The whole speaking in Spanish thing did confuse him, but then again that was his fault for not studying or something like that. Something about bananas and things like that. Okay he was reeeaaallly confused, yet Shael would play it off.

"It is just an example Senor May." She said, taken back by the sudden Spanish that poured from the boy. He was one fourth Wetback, he had to take something from his pedigree other than the skin color and desire to sell cheap drugs. Though he couldn't help but feel that this class was a waste of time, and so he continued back to his book, taking the piece of paper. The note had read: Do you have your schedule yet? To which Matthew was glad to know that the child had procured a copy of his daily grind. That would help Matt out a LOT latter today when he had to do tutoring with this poor little guy. Matthew quickly composed another message on his piece of paper and put it back with Shael, first chance the teacher looked away.

    Alright. Blair will be able to show you the field. Keep in mind what you want to learn. The note now said. He continue finishing the comic drawing and listening to the lesson. Before long, Senora had picked on Shane to speak.
 
     "Senor Smith. Do you know any Spanish of your own?" She asked, before forgetting that he was in no way related to Matthew who just scoffed. Now this lady was just going off racial profiling, which was not good for a teacher such as herself to be doing. He just listened though, astounded by the growing ignorance of the woman who proclaimed to be a molder of academic minds.

So Silus would be able to show him to the field? Sounded like something that would be fun, and then they What  could do whatever. What did he need to learn anyway? Spanish was on top of the list, as well as a few other things that were coursing through his mind. Cool, I’ll keep that in mind. With that note answered, the teacher turned her attention upon Shael asking if he knew any Spanish of his own and of course he would deliver upon that. ” Yeah I know a little Spanish.” He started with a small innocent smile. ”Chupar mi penie. My dad used say that a lot,didn't know what it meant but it sounded niiiiiiiice.” he said adding the last part for some strange reason.

. ”Chupar mi penie. My dad used say that a lot, I don’t live with him anymore though.” The little guy said with an innocent smile. Matthew looked mortified at him for a moment, and Senora shared his expression. He face turned bright red but she calmed herself writing the word "Detention" on the side of the board and putting his name down underneath it. She cleared her throat and dusted off the front of her dress, attempting to calm herself.

"Detention for you, Senor Smith." She said with a rather bitter sound in her voice as she pointed to his seat for him to take it. Matthew noticed that the child was either horribly deranged, mentally handicapped, generally uneducated or (like ever girl Matthew had ever dated) had daddy issues but on a much more intimate scale. He cleared his throat and stood up with a sigh.

"Senora, He obviously doesn't know what that means. I mean really, he just said he heard it...somewhere...else and he used it." Matthew said, trying to argue on the little guy's behalf. The woman shook her head and seemed rather adamant abut the punishment. Matthew kept calm and tried to be respectful, however quite clear that he himself wasn't going to simply let the matter drop because his Teacher said so. "Senora, Se trata de un idioma extraño, nuevo lugar tratando de encajar a la perfección. Él no sabe, por lo que educar." He said, trying not to put Shael in the awkward position of being the guy who was being talked about in front of his peers in a way like "he's trying to fit in" and getting him made fun of. Senora rolled her eyes and erased the name off the bored and looked to Shane.

"Senor Shane. That is not appropriate, do not say that again." She said as she resumed class, Matthew taking his seat, glad that there was only so much more to this day before football.
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Stretching is a bitch, and calisthenics aren't any fucking better. If Matthew had to do another goddamn barrel roll into a bear-crawl he was going to take a black-bear cub and leave it in his Conditioning Coach's car. After that of course there was the hose break. Dressed up in shining goals pants, a royal blue jersey and a helmet with enough scratch marks on it to make them believe Brain damage was a possibility. Matthew got into his position. Shotgun forty one, on two. Set-go. Go. The second go and he took off like a banshee, adapting perfectly to the situation and going all the faster for it. (+1 Speed and +1 FS). His hands were defiantly a blessing for this sport. He ended up with a gem of a catch and a snicker to Jordan Rupert who was supposed to keep him covered. Jordan was a good guy....the only person ever to deal with a Matthew who snapped on the field... Practice wasn't much longer. They'd need the cooldown stretching and then he would be able to tutor that kid Blair was bringing by. He'd need a shower first though. No way in Hell he was forcing himself to smell himself.

Detention, what did that word mean exactly? The mental question was more because he did not understand, and from the looks of his peers Shael could ascertain one thing, he goofed up big time. It was Matt who swooped in like a valiant superhero and saved the day, using his linguistic skills to smooth things over and he was told not to do that again, which he would not. Not saying anything else, Shael simply slinked in within himself for a lack of better words, chewing on his lower lip as he waited for the bell to ring and then he would get out of the class as soon as possible, where Jordan was waiting with a pleasant expression on his face. ”Oh…um hi.” Shael said still feeling lightly embarrassed as the male placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

”Whats wrong dude?” He would ask with a raised brow searching for some kind of answer, though Shael just kinda shrugged him off and smiled widely.

”Oh nothing, just….Spanish stuff?” Jordan coughed loudly for a second, seeming to choke on something as he wiped away a few strands of spittle from his lips and the smile returned. It confused the young ethereal but for the most part he was fine.

”Okay then, we do have class to get to.” The dark brown haired male would note motioning for him to follow, and so Shael did. So the day went on as usual, until Shael followed after Silus to the football field with hands dug deeply into his pockets as Fera trailed behind. Luckily Fera had bought both of them cellphones and he already had a friend to text, not that he didn’t text already; you twin sister just did not count at this point. The little male was texting away on the phone as they stepped out into the field, closing the phone and then squinting while he looked for the male they were looking for. Granted he already caught his scent before he caught sight of him.

Well the cooldown turned out to be fifty yard sprints. So yeah, Matthew was exhausted beyond all belief. He was walking across the track that surrounded the practice field, and ended up getting stopped by Blair and Shane and his twin by the field house after the rest of the people had already entered, many of them leaving. He looked to Blair, finally losing his patience with the small boy as he sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. Silus just wanted to make sure that Matt was still all ready to teach Shael, and in suit Matthew just wanted to take a damn shower. His nose was burning at this point. He was sweaty, he was cold and god forbid he ever get a rest from Blair. There were times he was convinced he heard more from the kid than Cody did.

"Blair, yes I'm still going to tutor him. It's only Four forty-five. Now unless he wants to be tutored in the locker room shower it's gonna have to wait." Matt snipped slightly as he walked in, cleats clicking off the cement.

"Ok, so he's gonna tutor you. Fera, I don't think you'll need too much help but brushing up on basics won't hurt any, and we can catch up on everything that's happened. Let's go. Shael, behave. And get ready!" Silus said, almost pleading as Silus took Fera and took off for the bleachers on the far side.

Fera sighed lightly massaging the bridge of her nose as she watched the male trek away, looking to Silus and raising an eyebrow. ”Okay Shael, try not to tear his throat out.” She said with a roll of her eyes following after Silus to wherever it was they were going. So he could get back into texting his friend, or would have if someone did not tap him lightly on the shoulder. Turning he saw that it was his friend and Shael without thinking drew him in a hug, perhaps nearly snapping his spine.

”Ow ow ow, okay stop with the hugging.” He said nearly breathlessly kicking a little as the male let him down gently, a wide smirk plastered on his face. It was that which Jordan could forgive, seeing as how not many people would be able to look down upon such an expression.

"Wow what are you doin out here? Is Matt gonna tutor you too?” He asked the last part cocking his head to the side, curious of what his reason was for being here.

”Not really, I just happened to be in the area and here you are.”

’Cool.” Shael would say with a nod.

Matthew finished with his quick shower, washing up and getting that damn grime, mud and sweat off him, also getting the chance to get his hands wet again. Never fear psychometry is not here! Matt gladly put on his long sky blue cotton shirt, dark blue shorts to his knees and gelling his hair up into it's normal updraft appearance. He stepped from the field-house and yawned as he dropped his pads and football equipment bag to the ground. His messenger bag slung over his shoulder he made his way to a picnic table and sat down near Shael and he other male. He watched them chat a little and then decided to intervene a bit, walking up.

"Hey, Shane bud. -Hi- Uhm, I'm ready whenever you are." He said with a forced smile, obviously not liking the interruption. If his little friend or whatever wanted to join in too that was fine. Matt was ready to go now though, an Shane needed to be alert if he was going to get this done right. "Alright...he joining us or-?" Matt asked accidentally brushing Micaels hand, a flash of memories brushing past. Recent ones... nothing Matt could tell right now... but he could soon when he pulled the memory to the surface an played it "Slow Mo"... but not now. Later that means. He offered up a chair (or two) and cleared his throat. "Alright... wha do you want to learn?" he asked.

Shael raised an eyebrow as he turned towards Jordan, wondering if he would join them in the tutoring thing. The male thought over this for a second and then nodded, a small smirk playing across his lips. ”I wouldn’t mind joining you two, if you don’t mind that is.” He said with a nod of his head, which got Shael’s hopes up quite a bit. The brief second of hand contact did not jolt him for too long, but something about it was strange, as if a thing passed between both, though not much.

”I would kinda like to learn some Spanish and maybe some algebra.” Shael said, noting two things that he had the hardest time with today.

"Alright, well then we're gonna start with this. That thing you said today? Never say it again. I don't know why you heard your "daddy" say that, but when you said "Chupar mi pene" to our Teacher...you told her to suck your dick.... You were in some serious trouble." He said. The more he thought about that event the more he was concerned and bothered by it. The way the kid said it was rather...vague. If he seriously came from a situation as bad as Matt thought then it was no wonder the kid was so mentally under-developed. Then again the "underdeveloped" label was speculation....with a few instances to provide a reasonable conclusion. He took out a Spanish book and ignored the man he had yet to get the name of.

"Alright. Here's a list of basic nouns in Spanish. Look at the picture and the word is beneath it. We'll work on hoe to annunciate and that jazz in a minute." He said to Shael with a smile, ready to try and do the impossible by teaching an old dog a new trick. Not that "Shane" was old, or a dog (right now), he was beyond the peak age where languages are easiest learned. Then again...development was...different with this child it would seem. He looked to the random kid who had just up and joined them. "Okay, do you know any Spanish by chance?" He asked the other boy with a slight smile and his head cocked off to the side.

Jordan’s eyes shot wide in a sort of horror as he looked to Shael, and then he dissolved into a fit of laughter, hands pressed against his stomach as he ended up gulping for breath. ”Yeah…no matter what language you say that in, it’s not good to say that to a teacher.” He said pulling himself from the laughing fit and patting Shael on the shoulder, who was just beginning to understand what he was laughing about. Looking over the book and shaking away what he had said, Shael tried to absorb everything that he was reading over, yet his mind was nothing like a sponge. His lips curled into a slight line as he tried to mentally pronounce anything that he read, and for some reason it just felt wrong. While he was not the most educated individual, Shael could not really blame his daddy, seeing as how he just preferred to be outside rather than reading books.

”Hrrrrrrm…” Shael muttered silently enunciating the strange words that were written within the book. Okay maybe he would have a harder time than expected trying to learn this, not that Shael was expecting it to be easy or anything.

”Do I know any Spanish? I know a little.” Jordan would say with a modest shrug.