Rivalries: Chapter Twenty-Two, Part One

 Notes: Back to Rivalries! Something is rotten in the school of Euryale, and John is about to get a big, nasty whiff of it. Not the nicest metaphor, but it works ;)

Title: Rivalries: Chapter Twenty-Two, Part One

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Chapter Twenty-Two, Part One

 

One of the things John liked most about being a counselor was helping his students through the tough periods in their lives. It had been hard on him, being a teenager: hard to have parents who thought his designation as a “knack” made him a freak and wanted little to do with him; hard to have a knack that always showed up on genetic tests but didn’t bother to actually do anything until he was almost done with college; hard to never fit in no matter where he ended up.

Even though he’d been the one to end up in the hospital back then, John still harbored a little guilt over making the duel with Charlie happen in the first place, because…what, he wanted to prove himself? To make the boy who’d infiltrated all his wet dreams finally notice him for once? To show that he could be just as shallow as so many of the rest of his classmates? It was bullshit, but he hadn’t known better. Now he was the adult, and in a position where he could reach out to kids in a tough spot and, hopefully, make their lives a little easier.

It was a lot more satisfying to help when he wasn’t stretched in so many different directions that he felt like he was on the verge of vanishing, though.

“Of course I’ll make sure Olivia’s work gets passed on to her at home…when will she be home, again?” One of his students was in a car accident over the weekend. It happened—it was awful, but it happened. What hadn’t happened before was the people in the other car blaming her knack, a mild mental Persuasion, for causing the accident in the first place.

John had spent an hour and a half on the phone dealing with parents and lawyers and therapists for Olivia already, and it was still ten minutes to three. This week, this fucking week. Monday had gone all right, Tuesday had been one step away from a disaster thanks to a number of court appearances being scheduled back-to-back with hardly any time to check in with the kids between them, and Wednesday was headed straight past disaster and into hellish without a backward glance.

It didn’t help that today was the day of the duel. It was all anyone was talking about, and John could tell that the chatter was affecting Charlie, even if he didn’t let on in a way anyone else would realize. It also didn’t help that he had Ari with him whenever the boy wasn’t at a doctor’s appointment, which his mom had done her best to reschedule once she saw how much better Ari was around Charlie. That made the students curious, and curious students who didn’t like Charlie turned into malignant little gossips the first second they got.

“I heard he’s his kid from overseas,” John overheard one of the senior boys say as he walked down the hall outside John’s office. “Like, he knocked up some woman in Afghanistan or something.”

“Dude, that’s stupid,” another student said.

“Oh yeah? Then explain why it looks like he just got this kid dumped on him full-time? I bet Principal Cross is pissed about it. Teachers shouldn’t be allowed to have their kids in school with them like this.”

John let the urge to follow Willard—oh yeah, he recognized the chatty one—down the hall and set him straight drain away.  John knew that Charlie could defend himself, and that he would defend Ari too. He knew that his boyfriend didn’t really care what his students thought of him as long as he did his job in the classroom.

But to hear them being so dismissive was just…it hit John in all the places that he usually reserved for taking care of his students, then doubled them, because this was the man he loved and he was trying so, so hard to be good for Ari.

At least this was one place where Principal Cross would actually be on Charlie’s side. Not for a good reason, really—unless money counted as a good reason, which in the world of private academies it definitely did. Huda had already spoken with Cross about Ari, and after using her influence to get Charlie this job in the first place, it was clear that Huda had some major clout behind her.

John sighed as he finally finished out all of his calls. The bell was going to ring in another few minutes, but he probably had time to go and talk to Principal Cross about Olivia’s situation. Not that he expected her to do much other than say “figure it out” to him, but she had to be kept in the loop when it came to students missing school.

Maybe it was opposite day, and she wouldn’t be a total bitch about it too!

John left his office behind and headed out into the hallway. School would be letting out shortly, and the whole place buzzed with a sense of anticipation. Plenty of parents were coming to watch this little “exhibition match” that Euryale was putting on, most of them ready to cheer for Colonel Applegate. Lots of Stheno students were sticking around to cheer for Charlie, though—even the busses had been rescheduled to work around the duel, which was a concession John hadn’t been expecting from Cross. It was moments like that that made him think she might not be such an unrepentant harpy after all.

Oh my god, you’re not twelve, stop name-calling. John had to get his mind in the right place for a meeting with Principal Cross. He had to be calm, confident, and ready to fight for his kids. There was her office, perfect, and the door was open. He was almost there when—

“—right here. I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He watched her exit the room, locking it firmly behind her. When she turned and spotted him, she jumped, like he’d surprised her.

“Mr. Gibilisco.” She folded her hands neatly in front of her blazer. “What brings you here?”

“I’ve got an update on Olivia’s situation,” he said. “I’d like to talk to you about it.”

“Very well.” She didn’t move.

“In your office, please. It’s a private matter.”

“We can talk as we walk,” she said, suddenly moving down the hallway at speed. John had to race for a second to catch up with her. “I’ve got too much to do to sit around right now.”

“But—” He glanced behind them at her locked door. Who was in there? Had she left a student alone in her office? “We should really—”

Principal Cross rounded on him, hands on hips now. This was her classic confrontation pose. “If you have something to say to me, you’d better get it out right now, or I’ll assume it isn’t really important and proceed with my day. Is that clear, Mr. Gibilisco?”

What is going on? “Clear,” he muttered, even though it was anything but.