On Lotus Pond Part 10: Doubting Thomases
Part 10 of the Carlos D/ Daniel Kessler Slash Fan fic. As this is my first attempt in writing a slash fic, this story is prone to grammatical errors and plot holes.
Mixtape Vol. 5 can be accessed through here.
Disclaimer: The following literary attempt is purely fictional. The names of the main characters happen to have real life counterparts in the form of very very gorgeous people. Any incident, character or anything that happened in the real life are purely coincidental. While I am somewhat obliged to say that I don’t own these real people, I am just informing anyone not to copy this story and make a buck out of it. Just read and try to enjoy if you please.
The moment Mr Julian Banks walked in to the classroom, Daniel observed how the rowdy classroom suddenly hushed and settled to a formal manner.
But Mr. Banks had a rather commanding presence more than a condescending type.
He was rather tall with muscular physique. Golden blond hair with wisps of facial hair under his chin, and some moles scattered all over on his face. But it’s the eyes of icy shade of blue underneath his horn rimmed glasses that caught Daniel’s attention the most.
The bluest perhaps that Daniel has ever seen in his whole life.
Then Mr. Banks started calling their names one by one. He took one hard look at his roll call list before he called out: “Daniel Kessler.”
Daniel quietly and reluctantly rasised his right hand. He felt a lump on his throat as those pair of blue eyes fixated its stare at him. As if studying his soul.
After the class, as Daniel went with the herd of students, he perked his ears as he eavesdropped to the group of girls walking in front of him.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe my luck! It’s Mr. Julian Banks!”
“Yeah, I can’t believe the man’s standing in front of me! I think I’ll be his worst student ever.”
“There you go again, Paola but have you girls noticed those impeccable white shoes of his? That’s classy. Damn classy! ”
“Miriam! Girls, shh…someone’s listening!”
Then the girls suddenly stopped talking and cast suspicious looks at Daniel. Then they continued to walk together with much subdued voice tones.
Daniel stopped and watched as the rest of the students moved on and left him alone once more. He thought once more if he’ll ever fit in.
For some reason, he turned around to take one look one last time at the building.
Then he saw Mr. Banks standing on top of the stair steps, arms folded with one cigarette on hand, and seemed to be eyeing down on everyone. Or could be on him.
(To be continued)