My name is Izzie Rotschild and I'm 17. I'm a Junior at Malcolm Hunt, and I'm a writer. If you have any problems with that, or my girl's nickname, I'll just kindly ask you to fuck off.
this is rp.
Izzie was still a little lost with all the new subjects and class work, but he had always been a good student, and. Okay, maybe talking back to teachers and treating classmates with despise wasn’t exactly what you’d call a good student, but Izzie sure had good grades back in his last school, and he intended to keep up with them. And well, if his boyfriend (the word still rolling out of his tongue in a funny, new way) needed a little help with science, it was the least he could do, really. He took a hold of his Chemistry books, then, and walked to Mason’s room. He had thought better, this time, than to wear his pajamas; he thought, looking for the right door to knock on. He’d put on a clean t-shirt with his jeans, and tried to comb his hair back, so it’d stop getting all curly. Izzie didn’t really like the way he looked, but the last time he checked himself in the mirror, it didn’t seem that bad. Or… well, he wasn’t thinking of that. The only thing he really wanted was to see Mason, get a little of his homework done and then maybe cuddle. For what he’d have to take off his jeans, and. Well. He’d have to wait to see what’d come from that. “Mason? Hi.” He called from the door, balancing the books in one arm to knock on the door. “You there?”
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