Thread: A Lesson in Love (MoonxChurch)

Jake realized the that he was actually really lucky to get a teacher as cool as Daneas that would talk to him like this and that seemed to respect him as a human being. He did listen to what was being said because it felt like to him that the teacher had gone through things like this before and if he could make fewer mistakes than necessary he would do it. He was very excited about the list of books that they would be reading over the course besides the clear hatred his teacher had towards Twilight. The Twilight series isn't terrible, it's just written different than what everyone else seems to think vampires and werewolves should be, although they're both fictional so there really shouldn't be any sorry of argument. I don't really care either way though. I've read them. They, admittedly, weren't my favorite but they could have been much worse. He took the paper in his hand and shoved it into his pocket, knowing it would already be crumpled all to hell. Thank you for everything Mr. Dan. It's been really cool having a teacher who cares. He left then add the bell rang, trying not to jog through the halls to make it to his next class. The dreaded math. Daneas would probably have a rather uneventful day of obnoxious teenagers who thought they knew everything about everything. Jake's day turned out to be extra boring besides falling asleep in his foods class. When he got home he could tell something was up. His mother looked a little worried and didn't speak much when he greeted her. His father still hadn't gotten home from his work yet so he say on the couch and did some homework and read a little from Poe. They all gathered around the table for dinner and ate, Jake not saying much because he could tell his father was angry and his mother wasn't saying anything either. When there were finally words exchanged they were loud and heated, escalating quickly until he felt the harsh impact of a first against his face. He hadn't ever been hit in the face like that before so he hadn't known a pain like that before. He also hadn't known a fear like the one he was feeling now. A few more punches were thrown from both sides, though fewer of his landed than those from his father. Not too long after he ran from his house, pulling the slip of papery from his pocket and trying to read the address on it. While he was walking there he had pulled out his phone to call ahead but he was stopped by a large male who needed something. He tried to avoid contact with him but he was grabbed and thrown around, eventually only escaping with the clothes on his back and the slip of papery he clutched like a lifeline. He knocked on the door around one thirty in the morning, the bottoms of his jeans coveted in mud while he was dirty and sweaty from walling across town with a sprained ankle he had acquired during the earlier tussle. The bruise spreading across his cheek and around his eye was already clearly visible and noticeable. Hi, I'm really sorry to do this. I honestly didn't have anywhere else to go and I didn't know what else to do. He actually looked rather profile and defeated, hoping Dan would take pity on him and let him in at least for now what it was warm.