Baljeet, 21 years old, is a Science teacher at a random college that everyone knows about. He used to be a nerd but after the years through college he changed a bit. At the college, he had a class of fifteen students. He didn't really like any of them, because they didn't bother to try in his class. But he tried to teach them anyways. One day he noticed that one of his students previous grades were straight A's and now he's just passing as a C+. He started thinking why the heck would this student dumb himself down. The kids name was Buford, 19 years old, he thought and remembered that Buford was the kid that always played his iPod during class and loved to annoy him. He got a bit angry because this kid knew what the answers were but he just didn't put them down. He sighed and waited for tomorrow to confront Buford about it.

Baljeet sat down and let his students take some notes that he had on the board for them. He lazily watched his class. He crossed his arms over his lose purple shirt that had the words I Don't Care, on it. He crossed his legs a bit and tried to get comfy in his skin tight jeans. He knew that it was against the regulations but he didn't really care. Looking at the clock he sighed and noticed he had nothing to do while his students were taking the test. He heard someone start tapping their pencil, he didn't mind, he was used to it by now, but it did annoy him. Baljeet looked at his desk and looked up noticing Phineas was passing a little note to Isabella. Baljeet arose from his comfy position.

"Phineas do you mind telling me why you're passing notes during my class?" Baljeet asked the small teenager. Phineas looked at him, face going red from embarrassment. He sighed and took the note from Isabella, throwing it in the trash and sitting back down comfortably in his chair. Soon the bell rang for the end of the day and one by one each student ran out of the room looking forward to the long weekend. Baljeet saw that Buford was the last one to leave, so he stopped him. Wanting to finally find out why he was dumbing himself down.

"Mr. Buford, come here please," Baljeet said calmly, Buford was the only one that Baljeet would say Mr. Buford to. So Buford stopped and slowly turned around. He didn't have any kind of emotion on his face but a bit of annoyance. He slowly and calmly walked over to his teacher's desk.

"What is it Baljeet?" Buford said calling him by his first name, plopping himself down in the desk closest to his teacher's desk.

"Why are you purposely dumbing yourself down?" he asked crossing his legs a bit. Buford just stared at him. "I know you were a straight A student, you could be way beyond this class by now. So why?" Buford just sat there with a surprised expression on his face.

"Because I am, it's none of your concern. Can I leave now?" Buford asked starting to stand up.

"Well it is now. And no sit back down, you aren't leaving until you know all of these like you know the words to the song on your iPod you always listen to during class." Buford grumbled and sat back down also crossing his legs, mimicking what Baljeet looked liked, which didn't make him very happy. He crossed his arms, so did Buford. Baljeet smirked and slowly sat up.

"Fine you can leave if you want. But you'll have to come here after class for a couple of days until you can prove to me that you do know this stuff." Baljeet said sitting back down deciding that he was going to stay later than he usually does to finish correcting some homework he needed to correct. Buford started walking out, nodding goodbye to Baljeet and going home and crashing. Baljeet on the other hand did not go to bed until one in the morning, he didn't leave school till twelve.

The next morning Baljeet awoke in a terrible mood. He slipped on some loose jeans and a tight blue shirt with a white hoodie. Buford on the other hand was okay, he got a good night sleep, he crashed when he got home. He also arose and put on some jeans and a loose shirt. Buford rushed to get his homework done on the bus ride to school. Baljeet was not really happy, he had to grade 26 tests today, one of his classes was taking a test. And on top of that Buford was going for his extra class to study things that he already knew just won't admit it. He knew that this would be a long day. Buford got to school and went to his first class of the day which was right next to Baljeet's. Baljeet watched his students walk into his classroom from his new spiny chair. He was happy, he liked his new spiny chair! Buford sat down at a seat in the back of the class and pulled out his iPod and sunk down in his seat. He didn't hear the bell ring because he already was blasting music into his left ear and wasn't really paying attention. He was thinking about football, what his couch would think when he would be late to every practice now for who knows how long. It was really not something he would like to explain. So both Buford and Baljeet both had an okay morning and bit of afternoon, then came the last class of the day. Buford came into the class and sat down in a seat at the back of the classroom. Baljeet watched him sit down and took a seat himself. He smiled and thought of an evil plan, he actually had it planned for today anyways. So he waited with an evil smile on his face.

Buford's face placed when he saw his teachers mouth curl up into an evil looking grin. He didn't want to find out. Soon the bell rang and the instant it did Baljeet stood up and looked at his class. He calmly walked to the back of the class and took a seat next to Buford. Everyone's eyes followed Baljeet to the back of the room, Buford sat there, for once, terrified. He watched his teacher plop himself in the seat and just stare blankly at the board.

"Well today I don't feel like teaching!" Baljeet said leaning back in his chair and putting his feet on the desk. "So one of you will teach instead, you'll have full control over the class, but being reasonable." Baljeet smiled at Buford, Buford turned towards the board and sunk down in his seat.

"Who wants to try?" Baljeet asked looking at his students. They all turned to face the board. Baljeet smiled, now he could pick anyone he wanted. "Mr. Buford you can teach the class." Baljeet smiled at Buford. Buford glared at Baljeet.

"No. Way. In. Hell," Buford said coldly. Baljeet just smiled. Buford sighed and went up to the front of the class, he wasn't nervous, but he didn't want to teach. He sat in Baljeet's chair and took a minute to look over the book and what Baljeet had planned for today. He was okay with it until Baljeet opened his mouth.

"By the way Mr. Buford, your being graded on this!" Baljeet said mockingly, his pride soaring. Buford glared and stood up writing down a chemical equation on the board and turning back around.

"Alright let's get this over with. I don't want to care, and neither do you people but just go with me for now," Buford said picking up the chalk. Baljeet just smiled and leaned further back in the chair. Buford payed no attention and asked one of his classmates to see if he knew how to solve the equation. While Buford was turned around, Baljeet took his feet off the desk and put all four legs on the floor, and tapped one of his students lightly on the shoulder, she turned around.

"Got couple sheets of paper?" he asked sweetly, she nodded and gave him some sheets of paper. Baljeet thanked her and went back to leaning on the chair with his feet on the desk. Buford found out that his classmate had no idea how to solve the simple equation, it was pathetic. Baljeet crumpled up a sheet of paper and threw it at Buford's head, something he didn't do in college, or to terrified to. Buford whirled around and glared at Baljeet, Baljeet on the other hand was smiling sweetly.

"Does anyone know how to do this problem?" he asked ignoring Baljeet. Nobody answered, Buford wanted this torture to be over! So despite not wanting to, he let the poor kid sit down and he did the problem, explaining how. Baljeet crumpled up another piece of paper and threw it at a kid mouthing, 'pass it on!' The kid gladly made two paper balls throwing them at two people. Baljeet crumpled up another paper and started a war. Everyone was throwing paper balls at people.

"Paper ball fight!" someone shouted finally starting the official fight. Some girls laughed, and joined in. Buford turned around and sighed, picked up a paper ball and threw it at Baljeet's head. Baljeet, who's still not good at dodging things, even though he was used to being bullied, got hit in the face with the paper ball. He was not too happy. They still had more than an hour until class ended, so for more than 1/3 of the class they had a paper ball war. Buford finally got control and stopped the chaos, and went on with teaching.

Baljeet was pretty impressed on how well Buford taught. All the kids seemed interested and where actually taking notes for a change. Maybe I'll have Buford teach again. Baljeet thought. The bell rang and people ran out of the classroom leaving their weapons scattered everywhere on the floor. Baljeet sighed, now having to clean up the mess, stood up and walked back to his desk. Buford sat down in Baljeet's spiny chair and exhaled, thankful that was over. Baljeet came around and leaned against the edge of his desk, putting his hands on the edge to make sure he didn't fall. Buford glared at him, hating him a lot right at the moment. Baljeet smiled and got up and wrote some chemical equations on the board. They started out simple but then got harder and harder.

"Well go on, start," Baljeet said pointing to the problems on the board. Buford, who just wanted to leave, didn't complain, he got up and worked them out. While Buford was doing that, Baljeet sat down in HIS spiny chair and started to grade some homework. He wasn't really pleased with the extra work he had to do, but that's what his job is. Baljeet didn't know how long he was grading, but soon Buford tapped his shoulder showing him all of the problems he finished. Baljeet slowly got up and started grading more! Baljeet slowly looked over the problems and was surprised that there weren't any mistakes at all. Buford sat down on the floor next to Baljeet's desk. Soon Baljeet was done with grading Buford's work and so he checks it over to make sure he graded it right.

"Did I get them right?" Buford asked a little peeved his teacher was taking so long. Baljeet looked back at Buford.

"Yes, actually you did." Buford glared.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Buford asked still glaring.

"Oh nothing~!" Baljeet smiled. Buford growled and watched Baljeet walk over to the front of his desk. Baljeet sighed, dropping his smile. Now he had to clean up this mess, he wasn't very pleased.

"Mr. Buford cause you're here why don't you help me clean up this mess." Buford groaned like a little kid.

"But I don't wanna!" he whined.

"You're acting like a little kid! Come on Mr. Buford or you'll be even later to your football practice," Baljeet sang bending down and picking up a couple of paper balls. Buford slowly sat up and growled walking passed Baljeet to the back of the class and picking up the mess from back there. Baljeet looked up and smiled, happy that Buford was actually helping him. He went back to picking up paper balls. After about 15 minutes of silence, Baljeet couldn't take it anymore. He sighed dramatically, Buford looked up and rolled his eyes.

"Now who's acting like the little kid?" Buford asked dropping a paper ball. Baljeet glared and threw a paper ball at him. It landed on his stomach.

"I'm sorry I'm so bored!" Baljeet said not apologetically. Buford picked up the paper ball Baljeet threw at him, and threw it at his head. Sadly it missed and hit his shoulder. Then Baljeet thought of a game, he pulled over the garbage can to the front of his desk and walked over to Buford, with all the paper balls he picked up, and sat next to him. Buford looked at him weirdly. Baljeet just smiled and set down his paper balls.

"Let's play paper basketball!" Baljeet said happily, quenching his boredom. Buford looked at him weirdly before smiling and picking up a paper ball, aiming and throwing it into the garbage. Baljeet aimed and got his 'weapon' right into the garbage. So paper ball after paper ball, they talked and laughed sometimes. Finally and sadly, all the paper balls were in the garbage and silence fell over the two boys, well teenager and young adult.

"Well we didn't really do anything but you can leave now." Baljeet stood up slowly and walked back over to his desk. Buford got up and walked over, picked up his bag, and slung it over his shoulder.

"Thanks," Buford whispered before speed walking out the door and to football practice planning and explanation for why he was late. Baljeet gathered the homework he had to grade and walked out closing the door to his room behind him.

Buford ran into his couch and got scolded for being late. Buford changed, came back out got yelled at again, and had to run laps. Baljeet got to his house, it was small but to Baljeet it was home. Baljeet took off his coat, shoes, socks, and plopped himself on his sofa. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV, and was relaxed. Buford on the other hand was not relaxed, he was far from it. He was finally on his twentieth lap around the football field, if he had to do this every day, he would definitely get a workout. Buford saw his couch yelling at yet another poor rookie. He sprinted the rest of the way and got to actual practice with his friends. Buford was the runner, nothing special but it was fun. He liked playing football with all of his friends, they loved scrimmages, they were the best.

~hour passes~

Buford can finally go home! He was happy that he could, so he could take a cold shower and watch TV until 11 then go to bed. Baljeet was still laying lazily on his couch watching TV, he was starting to get really bored so he went into the kitchen. Baljeet loved cocking, especially when it helped pass the time. So he got out a gallon of cookie dough and started making some cookies. Buford was walking home, with all of his football stuff slung over his shoulder. He went up to the door and pushed it open to see his angry looking father, he sighed, there was going to be yelling. Baljeet put the cookies in the warm oven and went to go sit back on the couch. He sat staring at the TV not really paying attention to it. Buford was getting yelled at for being an hour late, his mother wasn't pleased either.

"I don't care if you had to stay an hour late! You should've called!" His father roared. Buford just stared at his dad not really wanting to fight back, it would get worse if he did.

"I'm sorry I didn't call, I forgot, coach made me run twenty laps, give me a break," Buford roared back despite his gut telling him not to. His dad glared at him and stormed off down the hall leaving Buford with his mom. His mom didn't say anything but she walked away to catch up to Buford's dad. Buford went upstairs thinking that now this might happen every day, he was going to forget to call them again. This would be a pain.

Baljeet took the cookies out of the oven and placed them on a plate to dry off. They smelled and looked delicious. His kitchen smelled like the fresh batch of cookies he just made. He let them cool down before taking one and biting into the chocolate chip cookie. I'll bring some tomorrow for a late snack at the end of the day. Baljeet thought.

~next day~

"Ding-dong." The bell rang through the whole school, signaling the start of the first period. Baljeet wanted to have one of the cookies he packed but instead he ignored it and threw a piece of chalk at one of his student's heads, they were sleeping. The kid popped is head up.

"I wasn't sleeping!" he said, slamming his head back down and snoring. The class laughed, Baljeet glared at the kids head before sliding into his spiny chair and actually started the class, which was still laughing at the snorer.

Buford got to his first class a little late, he woke up late. The teacher yelled at him and he got a detention for 'talking back', Buford was trying to explain why he was late but just got yelled at more. Buford went to the back of the class and sat down in his seat next to the window. He zoned out and didn't pay attention to what the teacher was saying. An hour and 5 minutes passed and the bell rang, Buford jolted but slowly got up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, and walking out the door, slowly. Baljeet speed walked, didn't want to get yelled at for running again, to the teacher's lounge to get some coffee. He went over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup of coffee planning on taking it back with him. Someone bumped into him and he spilled some of the hot coffee onto his left hand, Baljeet yelped putting the coffee pot down. The teacher that bumped into him, turned around and looked at him surprised.

"Baljeet! I'm so sorry!" the teacher said apologetically. Baljeet nodded and blew cold air onto his hand, which was now stinging. The teacher led Baljeet to the nurses office and bandaged up the wound, wrapping his hand to the knuckles and around his thumb, just so it wouldn't get any worse, and he could work with it. The teacher said sorry again before speed walking off to his classroom. Baljeet walked back to the teacher' lounge, got his coffee mug, and walked to his classroom reaching it just before the bell rang. He took a sip of his coffee before sitting down in his chair and looking at the papers on his desk. It was silent, he put his mug down on the table and told the class to take out their books.

Buford got to his class on time, and sat down again in the back next to the window. He zoned out again not paying attention to anything the teacher was saying. Nobody was because it was Math. The teacher didn't notice, or just really didn't care and kept teaching the class even though everyone was talking over him. Buford knew this was going to be a long class, even if he wasn't paying attention. Baljeet could also tell this was going to be a long period, three no four of his students were sleeping, like seriously sleeping. He wrote all four of their names on their own detention slips and put them to the side of his desk, he was not dealing with this on a Tuesday. So halfway into class he saw two dozers, he got fed up. Baljeet's eye twitched but he dealt with it and wrote two more detentions, just because he felt like it.

Buford was worried because now he had a detention, an extra class, and football practice at the end of the day. There would be more yelling again. He saw his teacher make a poor kid go up to the board and try to work out an equation. It was simple to Buford, but to the kid it wasn't. He had no idea what to do, his face was bright red. That's what Baljeet did also, he made a kid come up to the board and try to solve a chemical equation, the kid was sleeping. Her face was bright red as she tried to solve it. Baljeet took another sip of coffee and let her sit down because she got it wrong and made another kid come up to try it. He wanted to sneak and eat his cookie, but he was the teacher and at least one person was watching him. His stomach growled and he went on with class. Soon the bell rang thirteen more times and it was finally the last class of the day. Baljeet went back to the desk he sat in the other day and watched his students come in with smiles on their faces when they saw him seating in a desk. Buford came in, saw Baljeet, and paled. He would have to teach the class again, great. Buford went up to his teacher standing in front of the desk.

"You're going to make me teach again aren't you?" Buford asked glaring at Baljeet.

"Of course I am!" Baljeet said leaning back in his chair, "And your being graded again, I hope what happens yesterday doesn't happen again~!" Baljeet sang. Buford gave Baljeet a death glare and stalked off back to the front of the class. He looked over the plans for today, it was a lab, good he was good at those.