Red and Blake (2)
#1 of Red and Blake
Here is chapter 2 of the story that I am co-writing with sweetkitten, I would love for you guys to give her some love as she is most pawsome, lol, we would both appreciate any comments, votes or faves that you guys see fit to give us. My thanks go to sweetkitten.
In this part of the story we see that the young Doberman has heard every word of what the young Fox and his friends have said. Will the Doberman take it on the chin, or will he get mad and rip the Fox a new tail hole?
If you are new to this story and need to find Chapter 1, well here is the link, just for you. http://www.sofurry.com/view/711619
Here is the link to Chapter 3. http://www.sofurry.com/view/712227
Red and Blake
Written by:
Wolfie Steel and SweetKitten
Chapter 2.
So here I am, my first day in my new teaching job, I'm taking over from my very good friend and mentor Chester, an elderly Dalmatian, who has been teaching this class for pretty close to twenty years, the thing is though that he has now decided to finally retire from the job that he loved so much.
I guess I should tell you a little bit about me, my name is Blake Winters and I am a twenty four year old Doberman, I was born in the UK, so you ask what am I doing here in a US college? Well that is quite simple really, up until a year ago I was teaching at Oxford University and I was doing alright for myself, you know, nice car, nice apartment which I shared with my boyfriend Toby.
Then one morning Toby decided to pull the rug from under my foot paws, he decided that I was no longer what he was looking for in a partner, and yet we had been making plans to make our relationship official and go through the Civil Partnership ceremony, but now that was all dead in the water.
I no longer wanted to live or work in Oxford and so I hit the internet looking for other teaching jobs. That is when I found the job here, Chester had put an advertisement on the internet saying that he was wanting to retire and would need a competent tutor to take over his computer class, obviously I did a little more digging and that is when I found out that if I wanted to take the job on I would need to move to the USA.
Well I had nothing left to keep me in Oxford and so I started talking to Chester over email. Six months ago I sold everything that I owned in the UK, bought a plane ticket and ended up here. Fortunately for me I have an adopted brother that relocated to the US about eight years ago and now lives about five miles away from the college and so for now at least I will be living with him.
Chester has furnished me with a list of names of kids that he feels will need a little bit of extra help. I look down at the list and check out all of the names, next to the names is the classroom number where they can be found, I have already visited the first five names on the list, one of them being my adopted brother Max Swaine, my folks adopted him when he was just six years old, the Rottweiler is just three years my junior at twenty one.
The final name on the list is that of Alexander Matthews, and as luck would have it the classroom number next to his name is the very one where I will be teaching, I have asked the rest of the students to join me at the classroom once the college day has ended for what you might call a remedial class.
I am now standing just outside the class when I hear some students inside talking, "Whoa what's up with you? You never pout unless they run out of juice in the vending machine."
There is an audible sigh from one of the students.
"Pops got me a new tutor."
I guess Chester had a nickname that he didn't know about.
"Sucks to be you, at least will this one be hot?"
I blush a little as I hear this.
"It's a close friend of Chester's so I highly doubt that. I bet he's as old as the old dog himself if not then ancient! Ugh how can I concentrate with an old guy droning on and on in my ear, I'm gonna flunk this stupid class for sure."
So I'm an old guy huh? We'll have to put him right on that issue.
"I bet he wears coke bottle glasses and talks like he's from the 1800's, oi oi what if he wore one of those fancy penguin suits with tails! I'd probably die if I saw that!"
Now that is just plain rude, I would never wear a penguin suit, sure I wear glasses but they are the fashionable type. Two students now leave the room leaving what I believe to be just one occupant now, time for me to set a few things straight with this misinformed young man.
I straighten my black tie which adorns my white button down shirt; I then make sure that my blue jeans are not wrinkled in any way, time for me to make my entrance, who knows, once the kid realizes that I have heard every word of what he and his friends have said, I might even get an apology from him, most certainly I hope that I blow his young mind.