A/N: Written during my study hall. A little choppy and needs editing but will fix later.
Jeff tapped the yellow number two pencil in annoyance. He started slowly, trying to collect his thoughts but then quicken the tap while applying more pressure. Within seconds, the pencil was in uneven pieces on his desk.
"Dammint," Jeff Winger muttered under his breath.
"Whats wrong, Winger?" The aged voice asked from behind him.
Jeff's eyes widen in embarrassment as he turned around and looked at the senior criminal justice professor Buzz Hickey.
"How long have you been standing there?" Jeff tried sliding disheveled paperwork over the broken pencil,"Spying isn't something you should do. Especially in Greendale of all places."
"I wasn't spying," Hickey replied with a smug look on his face,"I was just observing you. We do share an office nonetheless and if you're going to keep breaking pencils then I'll have to hide my drawing materials."
Jeff furrowed his brow in confusion before remembering that Buzz Hickey, the sadistic old man, liked to draw pictures of cartoon ducks. It was a childish hobby in Jeff's opinion but it was at least better than the Dean's constant parading in expensive heels.
"Whatever.." Jeff brushed off the conversation, returning to his cheaply made desk chair. With all the money Greendale gets from illegally cutting corners and charging students 'extra secret fees', You'd figure they could buy decent furniture.
"Why do teachers have office hours anyway?" Jeff said aloud to himself. He didn't care much for a reply or explanation from Hickey but he knew it was coming.
"It's for students to come in for assistance on homework or something," Hickey started on cue,"I honesty think the students just come in because they're lazy. In my day teachers didn't have office hours. Teachers taught and children learned. If they didn't, that was what the book was for."
Buzz continued as Jeff closed his eyes, attempting to tune everyone and everything, including Hickey, out. He leaned back in his crappy chair, holding onto the armrests tightly. It wasn't as comfortable as the leather seats in his car but it'd have to do.
Jeff was hoping to get a few minutes to an hour of sleep in before he had to go back to teaching the idiots of Greendale things they could just learn on the internet. He started to drift into unconsciousness as the faint sound of Hickey shading in his cartoon duck in the background faded from his mind. His body felt lighter yet heavier at the same time and for once in college, he relaxed.
"Hello Winger," a old English, Britian-esque voice broke Jeff's concentration on sleep. Jeff tried playing it off like he haven't heard anything but it was already too late. He could feel Duncan's body heat on his shoulder. The creepy asshole was standing right behind him, hovering there until Jeff replied.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" Jeff crossed his arms and shut his eyes tightly, praying that Duncan would turn around like the lowly dog he was and walk back to his office.
"You call this busy?" Duncan scoffed with a faint chuckle,"No wonder you're teaching at Greendale instead of being a big shot lawyer."
Jeff couldn't help himself when he heard Duncan make the most hypocritical thing he has ever heard. Even holier than thou Shirley would never say anything so asinine.
Taking his feet off his desk, he spun around in his plastic chair slowly for a more dramatic effect. His first option was to turn quicker to alarm and maybe even hit Duncan for being in his personal space but if he did, Duncan would have thought he stuck a nerve. Whether or not a nerve was stuck, Jeff didn't want anyone to see him vulnerable.
"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black," Jeff Winger said with an amused look on his face. His arms once crossed for relaxation and warmth were now tightened in defense. "You would know that since you drink all that disgusting leaf water," He slipped a few insults in for good measure,"Coffee is the superior beverage, ask anyone."
"For your information," Duncan took a step back from the irritated law professor and adjusted his glasses nervously,"It's called tea not leaf water. And superior? That's high debateab-"
"Can it!," Jeff shut his eyes for a few seconds and took a short breath soft enough so Duncan wouldn't hear,"What do you want?"
Jeff's eyes stayed fixated on the now flustered psych professor. Duncan, feeling Jeff's glaze, straightened his newly bought sweater vest before opening his mouth,"Do you know what Miss Perry likes? I mean, you two were partners I presume so you'd at least know something about her."
Jeff was dumbstruck by Duncan's question. He expected Duncan to ask for some money for a new outfit or to help him finish some mediocre task but this caught him off guard.
"Why do you need to know about Britta's interests?" Jeffery uncrossed his arms and repositioned himself in his seat,"Is she in trouble again? Did she start another one of her dumb protests in class? What was it this time? You stated women were biologically emotional and she took offense?" He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Britta holding the class hostage for such a trivial thing.
"No," Duncan sighed at the thought of passionate Britta protesting away,"She hasn't done that before in my class. In fact, she is my favorite pupil."
"So why do you need to know what she likes? If she's your favorite pupil shouldn't you know her interests?" Jeff replied not having to use his lawyer skills but basic common sense.
Flustered, Duncan went back to fixing his clothing, starting with his red bow tie down to the black dress slacks he wore,"Not that it's any of your business but I have evening plans with Miss Perry."
"Evening plans?" Jeff leaned in his chair so he could be closer to Duncan,"You mean.."
"They're going on a date,"Hickey interjected as he scribbled away on a fresh piece of paper,"You're a professor of law, Winger. I shouldn't have to tell you something so obvious."
"And what did I tell you about eavesdropping?" Jeff shouted at Hickey without making eye contact.
"You said spying not eavesdropping. Two different things," the Senior replied happily.
"How are they differe-," Jeff started to shout back but Duncan tapped his shoulder, distracting him.
"Back to our conversation," Duncan gave an exasperated sigh. He knew Jeff wasn't going to answer his question. He knew this before he even walked into Jeff's office but he wanted to try. He thought that maybe, just maybe, Jeff Winger would help him out on something he really needed.
"About the conversation," Jeff went back to leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms tightly. His muscles contracted and tensed up. Duncan can even swear he saw Jeff's chiseled jaw clench. "Why would Britta agree to go on a date with you? Does she even know? Do you trick her into it?"
Duncan was taken back by this. Jeffery Winger could get away with several things but how dare he assume that Duncan had tricked the woman he liked into going on a date. "I'll have you know that Miss Perry was not manipulated in any sort of way," Duncan explained himself,"Unlike you, I don't have to con women into sleeping with me. I'm British."
Jeff rolled his eyes,"You're not really Britta's type. You're nerdy and pathetic." Jeff looked Duncan once over before continuing his insults,"You're a menace to fashion and all things cool. I mean, look at yourself. A thirty dollar sweater vest on top of a cheap Walmart men's blouse. Not to mention those black slacks with your brown penny loafers. Did you even try today?"
"And what is Miss Perry's type? Hmm?" Duncan's face twisted, giving off an expression what Jeff assumed meant livid,"Does Miss Perry like a man who treats her like she's some sort of butt to a joke? Does she like men who fail at their career, go to community college just to fail at their career again? Does she like men who keep her hidden away from the world like some ugly monster instead of holding her out to everyone and loving her like the delicate flower she is?"
Duncan kept rambling on and on, insulting him but Jeff didn't care. The first sentences had gotten under his skin and he hated admitting that Duncan was right. Ever since Jeff slept with Britta, she became a joke to the group. He belittles her at every turn and when he is kind and caring towards her, it's behind closed doors, hidden away from sight.
"You're wrong," Jeffery stated, glaring up at Duncan. His voice stern and loud enough to scare Duncan but mostly to try to convince himself that he was right. Before Duncan could ask for an explanation, Jeff got up, and walked out of his office.