First love('s ?) /rogermon and jager fic

Chapter 1

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Roger walked in to his first period class tugging on his trousers and un tucking his shirt, on the way in he was stopped by his head of year and told too tuck it in, forcefully told almost. Jack scoffed and laughed at Roger as he came to sit beside them,
"your shirt tucked in? I thought we'd never see the day" Maurice teased. "Cram it" Roger said untucking it fully and 're- sagging' his pants. "We almost thought you'd become a scholar" jack added, the group of boys who surrounded there table laughed, Roger did too, the idea of Roger being any more than mediocre at school was funny to most people. He was terrible. Jack always said, he didn't need to be smart if he was strong and intimidating, which Roger was. Everyone in the class got the creeps from him. Apart from Maurice and Jack. Maurice had originally became friends with Roger out of pity, but Jack found him quite useful. Jack wasn't the big tough guy he wanted people to think he was, though he could never admit that aloud. Roger knew it. Maurice even knew it was Roger who did all of jacks heavy work, roger couldn't complain, he was a sort of sadist. He usually got a kick out of it, he creeped himself out sometimes, it's a mystery how Maurice and Jack aren't.

Roger was quiet around the group of people who circled there desk, mostly choir and a few non. Jack was at the centre and chatty as ever, everyone there liked him. Sometimes it made him sick to think that the guy he has spent his whole Highschool life observing and obsessing over had so many fans.
Just as he finished his thought a teacher walked in, and addressed the class,
"test results today! Uh boys-? Stop hovering over jacks desks and get back to your seats!"
Mrs. Quail. The boys math teacher, Roger hated her. He always failed her tests and a few times threatened to get him a tutor.

Mrs. Quail began walking, handing them down and giving her condolences. Roger liked this game, 'guess what they got'
Bill? Eh, real wild card but he used a lot of red bull while studying and judging by his face.. 69%
Ralph.. oh 98% for sure.
Robert? ha! 34%
Then Simon. Or Simone? Or- he didn't know. Simon might've been the most quiet guy in his year. He was soft spoken as well, though you could always read his facial expressions, Roger hadn't a clue, Simon had a lot of rumours ever since Highschool began really. He was batty, or "faggy" was everyone's favourite term. He was also more on the weak side. He fainted. Loads. Rogers eyes practically glided over him, no point, he didn't know anything about the guy how was he meant to know what he would get.
He went down the seats until she was approaching them. "Maurice, practice more."

Oof that wasn't good, Maurice is pissed as per usual when he fails, "good job Jack" she said Roger peeked, 89% Jack grinned to himself.
"Roger.. see me after class" she sat down his paper to reveal a fat..
2%?!?! WHAT
Rogers eyes widened, then Jack laughed, followed by Maurice. The boys in front of them grabbed his paper, "2%? Roger.. did you even try?" No. He did not. He quickly grabbed it back and Jack smirked Maurice continued to giggle with the boys making multiple sexual remarks about the teachers body. Everyone found it hilarious, it was Maurice after all.

The class flew by, for smart people. Not Roger, who spent the whole lesson listening to jacks writing grow more heavy and the page, Jack was always stressed, Maurice supposed he'd get wrinkles by the time he's 20.
As the class packed up and left for period 2 Roger was stopped by Mrs. Quail, Jack and Maurice hung around the doorway, waiting. He was already tucking in his shirt as he walked over, then he surprised him, which is a rare thing to Roger, being surprised.
"Your grades are dreadful." She took off her glasses and sat down at her desk, the desk was painfully shiny, polished dark wood. And it had different sorts of patterns engraved into it. It screamed, 'we're a pristine catholic school and your parents pay a lot of fucking money for you to be so either eat shit or get good at useless subjects like maths or history.'

At least that was Roger's interpretation.
"I mean, how can you fail every test consistently." Sheer will power of ignoring his textbooks? And there presence in his home?
Silence filled the room, jack and Maurice were still waiting, they were quiet.

Suddenly, the sound of something falling pricked everyone's ears and attention was turned to.. Simon?
No one, not even the teacher noticed him still packing up his things.
Simon, stunned at everyones sudden interest in him packing up his things smiled and began to apologise "i'm sorry, I was packing-" the teacher whipped back on her glasses and her eyes practically had the light force fed down back into them with the speed they appeared.
"Roger! Simon will tutor you!" Roger turned back to Mrs. Quail and protested, "MISS I DON'T NEED A TUTOR IM NOT-"
"You need a tutor."

... Roger sighed and looked back too Simon, who looked.. worried? His lips curled and his eyes wide. "At least let Jack tutor me?"
Mrs. Quail scoffed, "why would I allow that? Simon was top of the class this test. You're not meant to be friends with your tutor." Roger closed his mouth and bit his tongue. He mumbled some harsh words under his breathe and left, Simon stood still, his lips curled back up and now his face showed a clear frown.
He was dreading this.