"Dude, That's My Teacher!"
Chapter 1: First Day
A young man stood in his bedroom. Today, June 6th of 2013, a Thursday, is this young man's first day of High School.
He isn't sure how to feel about this- especially since he doesn't know anyone yet… Or so he thinks.
The young boy, aged 14, tugged on some fresh, clean clothes. Today's the day. He's finally considered a teenager- nearly a grown man! He smiled triumphantly as he peered in his full-body mirror, admiring his new image. He sported a pale blue t-shirt with an image of the Ghost Busters logo on the front- accompanied by the words 'Ghost Busters'. He finished zipping up and buttoning his faded dark blue jeans, making sure they fit well.
He pulled on his socks and sneakers and snatched up his backpack, shoving his video camera into it.
"SPENCER! Mom said it's time for you to get your butt to school!"
"Coming, Jessica!" Spencer rolled his eyes and hurried out of his room, making his way down the short hallway in his small, one-story house. His mother Jane stood at the front door, giving her husband a kiss and leaving to take her daughter to school.
Spencer ate a quick breakfast consisting of two sunny-side-up eggs, a piece of buttered toast, and three large pancakes. After cleaning his plate entirely, he gulped down a glass of chocolate milk and padded out the door, waving goodbye to his dad.
The teen arrived at school, sheepishly yet confidently making his way onto the campus grounds. There were large and small groups of teens- their words drowning out each other. Spencer had showed up just in time for the bell to ring, signalling everyone inside and outside of the school to get to work.
Thursday proceeded alarmingly fast- having to fill his backpack mostly with dumb papers that had to be signed by his parents. The bell rang and he made his way to his final class of the day, reading his schedule that said 'Social Studies, Room 202'.
He grunted a bit, dragging along his backpack as he trudged onward. Spencer entered the classroom, quickly choosing a seat closest to the windows in the third-story classroom. The room filled with teenagers, the bell rang once more to signal the beginning of class.
Spencer fiddled idly with a pencil that he'd dug out of his bag- along with a notebook, of course- and peered up towards the front of the room as the teacher, who had been silent, called the attention of the teens.
The man was tall, lean, and fairly lanky. He had a simple built from what Spencer could see, and wasn't scrawny in the least bit. He actually seemed rather… attractive. Dark hair, gorgeous eyes, sculpted face..
Spencer shook his brain back into reality and tuned in as the adult started talking and pacing slowly in front of the class.
"Alrighty, my friends," he began, "you don't have to worry about getting any more of those syllabus things that the other teachers keep handin' out to you. I hate doing that."
A collective sigh drifted from the students during the teacher's patient pause.
"Anyway, you also won't be getting much homework. I don't find any use for it- and oh, before I forget. The name's Mr. Cohen, but most kids call me Cobra. I don't care which you choose." Mr. Cohen had his arms crossed behind his back as he slowly walked back and forth in front of the class.
"I'm not usually uptight unless you piss me off, so don't do that and we are cool as cucumbers. I only wear monkey suits like this on special occasions, so don't get used to seeing me wearing them."
Spencer tried to follow along with the rest of Cobra's words, but he found himself unable to focus on anything other than the sweet, sweet arse of the teacher. After several minutes of the tall man talking and pacing (he couldn't seem to stay still for more than .5 seconds), he finally sat on the corner of his thick, wooden desk.
As the man continued to drone on (does he ever fucking shut up? Jesus!), Spencer felt a nudge behind him. Before he could fully register what exactly was going on, a girl much older than him had leaned up and whispered into his ear with a grin-
"So, you diggin' the Cobra ass, newbie?"
Spencer's face flushed scarlet and he cleared his throat, doing his best to ignore the girl. He heard a hushed snicker from her- and gentle pat on the upper part of his back between his shoulder blades. "Don't worry, kiddo. I've been in his class for two years now- it's not because I'm bad at Social Studies, either, eheheheh."
After a while, Mr. Cohen had assigned them their only daily work for their first day- a simple worksheet. It was pretty generic, but Spencer didn't mind. It only meant that after he finished he could chat up Shanilla and Rajeev- two friends he had met back up with after a while of separation.
Spencer filled out the appropriate information and slid out of his seat, padding up and handing the paper to Mr. Cohen. He hurriedly got back into his chair, but not without staring into the teacher's eyes for a bit too long. God damn that man was beautiful.
The class ended much faster than he'd wanted it to, so he decided to stay after a bit. Once the kids had filed out, he approached Mr. Cohen's desk.
"M-Mr. Cobra.." Spencer stuttered, averting his eyes sheepishly to stare at his red and white sneakers.
The man looked up from the stack of papers at his desk and peered at the young boy. "What's up, lil' dude?"
Spencer blinked, noticing the change in the older man's voice. "Um.. I uh, I w-was wondering.. That paper we did? With the questions about us? Y-you're gonna do one too, right, Mr. Cobra?"
The teacher chuckled, lowering his reading glasses and leaning back in his chair. "Well I wasn't planning to.. But if you really wanna know that stuff about me, I'll fill out one of these questionnaires."
Spencer felt like his face was getting redder and redder and he would pass out from embarrassment at any time now, "O-okay! I was just wondering!" He said, rushing over to his desk and gathering his things.
He hefted his backpack on and padded out the door as fast as he could, missing the smirk and gentle laugh of his teacher.
This was gonna be a long, interesting school year- the two of them could tell.