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Here is Chapter 8.

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Finally it was Friday.

Avi felt like this week had lasted at least a year, if not two.

His last day of being a solo teacher. After this weekend he and Mitch were going to be sharing classes for the rest of the year.

Yay.

"Warm up your voices before you start."

He was feeling nice so reminded them. Fridays always put him in a good mood.

"What does that mean?"

Seriously?

"Does anyone have a pen?"

They didn't even need pens.

"What group am I in?"

They went through it last lesson.

He couldn't even answer them. It was like teaching five year olds.

Knock. Knock.

"Kaplan!" A voice shrieked.

Great. Avi's favourite person.

"Hi, darling." He waved.

"Out here!" Mitch pointed to the hallway.

Snappy, jeez.

Avi followed Mitch out into the hallway outside the class.

"What's wrong, honey?" Avi asked sarcastically.

"What is this?"

Mitch held up a very very long piece of paper. He had his hip popped to the side and eyebrows raised.

"My rule list." Avi shrugged.

He had spent the night before writing down everything that was needed to be done in order for them to work efficiently. Avi had then put it on Mr.Grassi's desk on top of some important looking paper work.

"You've got to be kidding me. I'm not doing this shit."

"You just broke rule 12- no swearing."

"Fuck you."

Avi laughed a little but stood by his list.

"What's wrong with it?" He asked.

"My kids are gonna hate it."

Avi wasn't affected. They were the teachers, they were the ones who made the rules.

"And rule 23?" Mitch questioned.

"It's a simple rule."

Avi smirked knowing how much Mitch hated that rule.

"I am not being called Sir."

"Would you prefer Ma'am?"

"Shut your face."

It was impossible for them to have a mature conversation.

"If we're going to work together you're gonna have to get used to it." Avi shrugged.

"I'm not doing it. I'm not gonna follow your dumb rules." Mitch crossed his arms and frowned.

"Come on. Don't be a bad little boy, Mitchie." Avi teased.

Mitch smirked and put on his 'innocent little boy' face.

"Why? Doesn't Daddy like naughty boys?"

That escalated quickly.

"You're disgusting." Avi complained.

"You're stupid."

"You're short."

"We are lit.er.ally the same size."

"Keep thinking that, Munchkin."

"Whatever."

Both stormed back into their own rooms.

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Lunch time had arrived.

Mitch walked into the staff room and sat down near Esther, Scott, and some new substitute teacher.

"Where's Travis?" He questioned.

Mitch wanted to talk with Travis calmly and apologise for shouting at him the previous day but he couldn't see him anywhere.

The staffroom was quieter than usual.

"In a meeting." Esther said biting into an apple.

"Why weren't we invited?"

"It's only for the ones getting fired."

She looked around to see the gaps where those teachers would have sat.

"Wait, what?" Mitch stopped everything. Mr.Wright couldn't be getting fired, he loved his job.

"Yeah, Ben's just gone in."

Scott looked down at his pack of Oreos, twisted one, and licked it sadly.

He was going to miss Ben.

"Travis is getting fired?" Mitch asked.

"Apparently." Esther continued with her lunch.

"Why?" Mitch needed a reason.

"One person from English had to go." Scott answered eating his fifth Oreo.

"But why him?" He asked no one in particular.

Scott gave him a sad look. It said: 'don't ask, you're gonna regret it.'

Esther began to explain.

"Something about unexplained absences during class."

Oh no.

The closet. Oh my god, it was Mitch's fault. He got Travis fired.

"He didn't put up much of a fight for his job either." She continued.

His fault too. He would have obviously still been upset about the 'break up' and shouting Mitch put him through.

Mitch honestly thought he might cry.

He had ruined Travis' life.

Shit.

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"Guys."

These kids.

"Guys."

Mitch could've been covered in blood or completely naked and they still wouldn't have noticed him.

"Guys!"

Mr.Grassi didn't raise his voice very often. That's why the class suddenly went quiet.

"This has been the most stressful week ever for me. Also I'm sure you're all tired and pretty much done with everything by now as well."

They all nodded.

"Don't tell Miss.Maldonado about this but do whatever you want this lesson."

You would have thought it was Christmas morning- they all looked so excited... but still very tired.

"But if another teacher walks by at least pretend to be doing something."

And with that Mitch was gone. He had to take a quick trip to the English department.

He ran his fingers along the walls before reaching the class.

"Mr.Wright." He nodded as he walked through the classroom door.

"Mr.Grassi." Travis nodded back.

They laughed at the formality.

"Trav, I'm so sorry." Mitch stepped further in.

"Don't worry about it." Travis waved his hand as he moved something on his desk.

It wasn't really Mitch's fault. He'd just been irresponsible and this was the result.

"I can't even begin to apologise." Mitch tried standing next to the teacher.

Travis sighed. "You don't need to."

They never met each others eyes. It was due to a mixture of shame, uncomfortableness, and sadness.

"It's all my fault, I feel so guilty." Mitch's pleas were making the situation even more depressing.

"It's fine. My wife makes enough, I did this for fun anyway."

Travis meant it to reassure Mitch but it just made him feel worse.

That's when he noticed the half filled boxes around Travis' desk.

Throughout their whole conversation he'd been packing up his belongings and sorting them into boxes.

"It's your last day? Like this is it? The last time I'll see you?" Mitch said with a shaky, desperate voice.

Travis put a stapler into one of the boxes and closed it up.

"Gonna miss me?" He teased.

"Shut up."

Both laughed lightly.

They had been using that closet for longer than either would admit to anyone else.

It had almost been an entire year.

Mitch sighed but chuckled lightly at the thought of having an anniversary for a booty call.

"There's a staff party tomorrow night to say goodbye and stuff. That's the last time. You should come along."

He actually smiled for real this time. At least he could have a goodbye.

"I'll be there." Mitch nodded.

The last bell of the day rang above them.

Travis sighed and looked up from his things.

They both smiled sadly at each other and finally held eye contact as they said their farewells.

"Goodbye Mr.Grassi."

"Goodbye Mr.Wright."