notices the young man and quirks a brow. "Having trouble looking for something."

so engrossed in the lack of text that he barely hear him. 'Yeah. I don't get how people just don't put books back where they belong. The_

categorising system is not that difficult.' He finally looks at the other. He unintentionally checks him out.

vaguely recognizes him from one of his classes, he's sure he's taught him once. "Or someone else took the book you're looking for out. This

a very popular section." He answers a little amused by the look he was receiving.

hums, pretty sure he has heard this man's voice before so he guesses he must have been his teacher at one point. 'I hope not, it's a very_

old book and I shiver to think about those grubby, sticky hands on it.' Still believing he is being subtle, he stares at him. 'You don't_

happen to have a copy of The Athenian Way, do you?'

laughs. "If I didn't, I might as well condemn myself to hell. What do you need it for? And are you trustworthy enough for my copy?"

smiles at his comment, relieved to know he isn't the only one at this school who understands the importance of a good book. 'I assure you,_

I am very responsible. I probably take better care of these library books than the librarian.' He smiles. 'I...have a personal interest.'

studies him for a few more seconds, face completely void of emotion before his lip quirks up and he nods. "If anything does happen to it.

Your life is mine." He says as a sort of threat but it not coming out very threatening. "Follow me in that case. I keep it in my classroom."

not worried. He treasures books more than his life. Still, he is very intrigued at the teacher's threat. His life is his? It sounds almost_

inviting. 'Thank you very much, Sir.' He studies him even as they walk to the classroom. 'You've taught me before, Mr...?'

glances over his shoulder at him. "Mr. Adnan but I prefer Sadik. The real Mr. Adnan is back in Turkey." He says lightly as he opens the door

for the younger man ushering him in.

laughs, surprising himself for finding a teacher funny. 'Then please give my regards to Mr Adnan, Sadik.' He steps into the classroom,_

trying to remember where he must have sat when he was last here. 'You might not remember me, I'm Heracles. Transfer from Greece.'

chuckles. "I'll make sure that I do." He liked the way his name rolled off the younger man's tongue but before he could distract himself

further he made his way to his desk gently rummaging it through it for the book. "Heracles." He says pensively as if the name would unlock

memories long forgotten. "You were in my honors ancient history class?"

a little silly when he gets excited that Sadik remembered him. 'Yes! I mean, yeah I was. It was that class which made me want to study_

ancient history further, so I suppose I should thank you.' He wanders around the room, looking at the various objects and hang ups before_

pulling himself up onto a desk to sit as he watches the teacher.

finds it and pulls it out. "Your paper was very interesting, I remember that much. It did look like you put a lot of effort. SO maybe I

should thank you for actually caring when most don't." He makes his way towards the Greek stopping a few feet in front. "Here." He offers

the other the book. "Take care of it."

often told offhandedly that he is a good student, but for some reason Sadik's sincerity causes him to go red in the face. He fights back a_

grin and bows his head a little as he accepts the book. 'I think I just wanted to impress you,' he says quietly. 'Thank you,_

and don't worry, I will take very good care of it.' He immediately opens the book and breathes in the old pages happily.

quirks a brow at the Greeks comment. "Impress me, huh?" The corner of his lip also quirks up. "It's very hard to impress me so be proud." -

softly. He can't help but stare at him when the others face goes red to when he begins admiring the book. "I have a feeling you will."

pauses as his face is practically buried in the book. His eyes look over the top pages, watching Sadik. 'Well...' He says slowly,_

'Perhaps I could take your class for this year? I know I'd be a late entry, but if you were happy to have me then I'm sure I'd have a lot_

more opportunities to impress you.'

's brow quirks up higher. "Will it fit in your schedule? Because if that is what you want you have my permission." He turns around and makes

his way to his desk needing to break away from the strong hold they seemed to have between them.

slides off the desk, shadowing the teacher and stands at the other side of his desk. He places both hands on the surface and leans over._

'I'm very certain I could squeeze another class in.' He smiles, wondering if he was developing one of those 'teacher crushes' all those_

stupid adolescents seem to talk about. 'I'll go arrange it now. When is your next class for 10th years?'

had not realized how young the Greek was, he ha been under the impression he was in his 12th year. "The period before lunch." He answers -

enjoying the Greeks smile a little too much.

probably the same age as the 12th years, but seeing as he transferred at an awkward time he just agreed to 10th since he'd have free time_

to research history. He tucks the book carefully in his bag and stands upright. 'Great. I'll sign up now and impressing you by this_

afternoon.' He smiles, risking giving him a wink, as he wanders to the door.

a feeling his afternoon class will be very interesting but he hopes he keeps to his moral codes or risk getting fired. "We'll see about

that. You may have gotten lucky once but the second time is much much harder."

about it as he steps out to the hall. Sadik was right, it would be a lot harder. 'Then when I succeed once again you will be amazed.' He_

counters. 'You'll consider me your star pupil, sir.'

made his way to the door and is leaning on the frame. "I've never had a star pupil. So, prove me wrong then. I'd like to see that happen."

buries his hands in his trouser pockets as he admires the Turkish man's fine frame. He makes a mental note to tidy himself up in the_

boys bathroom before the class. 'I promise you, Mr Adnan, I mean, Sadik. I will impress. See you very soon, sir.' He can't help but walk_

backwards down the hall, not wanting to look away from the man as he heads towards the main office.

watches him until he disappears from sight and wonders what he has gotten himself into. However, can't help but feel thrilled before he

steps back in his office to get ready for the class.