- Jun 18, 2015
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It was Havoc's first Christmas on the island, and the holiday might have gone unnoticed by him if not for Graeme Creighton.
Havoc had generally speaking made himself a perfect student in Professor Creighton's class. He answered questions. He did his homework. He clarified issues ahead of time rather then complaining he'd been caught unawares. In any other class, Havoc would have been the favorite.
In Professor Creighton's class he was a nightmare. Even Havoc (as emotionally stunted as he was) knew that the professor didn't like him. Even describing it as dislike wasn't quite right though--as much as the professor went out of his way to avoid him, Havoc would sometimes catch him staring. Any time he did, he simply looked away immediately, acting like he hadn't been at all.
It was all rather confusing, even for someone who could actually handle that sort of thing.
So when the holidays rolled around and people started discussing--or at least mentioning--getting gifts, Havoc knew exactly who he was going to get it for. He didn't deliberate long over his choice of gift, purchasing it and having it wrapped for him before most people had even thought of shopping.
Then he waited.
All of his teachers got something--normally a small treat, some chocolates, a gift card--but Graeme got something special.
Havoc attended his class like usual, the gift shoved in his bag, and then as usual, waited for people to file out. With the professor occupied at the front of the room, Havoc retrieved the gift from his bag--a small box that was hard to describe a manner other then the size of a small book, wrapped in navy blue paper--and stopped just in front of his desk.
Was he supposed to announce himself? He supposed he probably should.
"I brought you a christmas gift," Havoc said without any sort of introduction.
Havoc had generally speaking made himself a perfect student in Professor Creighton's class. He answered questions. He did his homework. He clarified issues ahead of time rather then complaining he'd been caught unawares. In any other class, Havoc would have been the favorite.
In Professor Creighton's class he was a nightmare. Even Havoc (as emotionally stunted as he was) knew that the professor didn't like him. Even describing it as dislike wasn't quite right though--as much as the professor went out of his way to avoid him, Havoc would sometimes catch him staring. Any time he did, he simply looked away immediately, acting like he hadn't been at all.
It was all rather confusing, even for someone who could actually handle that sort of thing.
So when the holidays rolled around and people started discussing--or at least mentioning--getting gifts, Havoc knew exactly who he was going to get it for. He didn't deliberate long over his choice of gift, purchasing it and having it wrapped for him before most people had even thought of shopping.
Then he waited.
All of his teachers got something--normally a small treat, some chocolates, a gift card--but Graeme got something special.
Havoc attended his class like usual, the gift shoved in his bag, and then as usual, waited for people to file out. With the professor occupied at the front of the room, Havoc retrieved the gift from his bag--a small box that was hard to describe a manner other then the size of a small book, wrapped in navy blue paper--and stopped just in front of his desk.
Was he supposed to announce himself? He supposed he probably should.
"I brought you a christmas gift," Havoc said without any sort of introduction.
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