It's not that he hates his teachers, he just enjoys taking the opportunity to embarrass them when said opportunities arrive. It's not his fault that they make it so freaking easy. And that's how he ends up getting dragged into the principal's office by the scruff of his collar.
"Mr Tate, as you can see I am a little pre-occupied at the minute." The principal says, or as Tyler liked to call him, Ted; ushering to the mass of girls already occupying his office.
"I am sorry, Principal Franklin, but I am sick of tired of this boy running his mouth in my class." The teacher spits, still holding Tyler by his collar.
"Whoa, okay," Tyler starts, shaking out of the professor's grasp, "Firstly, one of us has to make the class interesting, one kid was actually snoring in there! And secondly, if Principal Franklin is busy right now, then maybe we should just come back later." He slowly heads for the door, all eyes on him, until the Principal smacks down a large pile of notes onto his desk.
"Mr Tate, thank you for bringing this to my attention, I can assure you that Tyler will be dealt with appropriately." Tyler watches as the anger-filled teacher leaves the room, giving him the evil eyes as he passes.
"Bye!" Tyler says more quietly, waving as Mr Tate falls out of sight. "Well, thanks Ted, I guess I'll be seeing you round!" Tyler offers a cheeky smile and an over exaggerated salute as he once again turns for the door.
"Don't even try it Tyler, front and centre, boy." Doing as he's told, Tyler lets out a disapproving sigh as he shuffles towards the Principal's desk. "Now, I don't know what you've done this time- and I don't even want to. I told you, one last chance, or I'm removing you from the team."
"Whoa, whoa, Te- Principal Franklin, let's just all take a deep breath here. We both know, that I need to stay on the football team to stay on my scholarship."
The principal looked about as sympathetic as a jungle cat ready to eat its prey. That is, until one of the girls piped up.
"Look, can we get back to the important things over here." The girl instantly caught Tyler's eye, she was short, yet he could see by the way she glared that she could put up a fight. Then it hit him, Beca Mitchell. These girls are those a cappella singers, the ones that were all over the news. He distinctly remembers them being labelled as a 'national disgrace'. Shaking off the daggers that he must be giving her, she carries on.
"If we're going up for the World's then we're going to need at least one new member." Both Beca and Tyler feel an instant shot of regret right as those words leave her mouth. Right as the Principal's face twists into an evil smirk.
"Well, Tyler, I'll just correct you for a moment, you have to participate in at least one extra-curricular club in order to remain on your scholarship, and I think I just found you one!"
Tyler freezes for what feels like an eternity, (or 20 seconds, same thing), before breaking out into a fit of laughter. "Now that is funny. Like seriously, you should be a comedian." As the Principal's grin fails to fade Tyler grows to be more serious, "I mean me, as one of-" He points to the girls, who are just as mortified as he feels on the inside, before he bursts out laughing again, (or crying, he's somewhere in between).
After taking a moment to compose himself, he finally asks, "You're not joking are you?" To which Ted just keeps on smiling, whilst slowly moving his head from side to side. Just as Tyler found himself speechless, another one of the girls came forward, Chloe, he thinks her name is.
"You can't expect us to take on a random jock. Jocks can't sing, or dance." She's backed up by the quiet mumbling of the girls behind her.
"Well luckily for you, Mr. Junk here may have had some musical talent passed down to him. Or I hope he has, for your sakes."
"Junk." The ginger echoes, more to herself than anyone else, "Wait, your mother was a Bella!?"
Amongst the overly dramatic gasps of the girls he hears someone whisper, "plot twist", in an Australian accent.
"Urm, yeah, I suppose." He mumbles, before Beca takes over again.
"Look I don't care if his mom used to be a Bella, for one thing, this is an all-girls group, he does not fit in with this categorization." Tyler nods in response, hoping that they can fix this. "And since you're saying that you want us to win the World's in order to be reinstated, don't you think you're making an already impossible job even harder." By this point her voice is going through many different octaves and her hands are waving wildly as she expresses herself. "You're making it like, 'imparderble'. So if it's all good with you, we'll just decline the offer and keep our group as it is."
She is supported again by the backing of her group, and even Tyler as he puts his hand up, gesturing that he likes that idea.
"Sorry ladies." The Principal begins, bringing their series of cheers to an end. "But the Bella's are an organisation that are ran through Barden University, meaning that I am in charge here. So, I will offer you a deal. You take Hot Shot over there," His eyes briefly run over Tyler who instantly avoids his eye contact. "And turn him into something of a decent human being, I will allow you to go to the World Championships. But if you don't, then the Bella's days are over."
"Wait, don't I get a say in this!?" Tyler asks, but instantly recoils when Ted, (he needs to start thinking of him as the Principal), glares at him.
"No Tyler, you do not." The Principal rises from his chair, slamming his hands down onto his desk. "I have given you chance after chance, well, not anymore. This is it, if you fail me one more time, your scholarship will be over quicker than you can say 'knockout'. Do you understand me?"
He has to take in a deep breath before replying, so that his voice is as calm and strong as it always is, (despite the fact that he feels as small as a mouse right now), "Yes T- Principal Franklin."
"Wonderful. Now you're all dismissed."
The teens all fled the room in silence, one by one, with Beca purposefully bumping shoulders with Tyler on the way out. Being the last one to leave, he could only catch the end of the group's conversation outside of the office.
"Okay, its 2:45, that means we still have time to rehearse today." It was Chloe speaking, already in a state of panic.
"Wait, what time is it?" He asks, (although he's already pulling his sleeve up to look at his watch.
2:47 PM
"Ah crap!" He mutters, already running for the exit of the building.
He can faintly hear Beca shouting after him, but he ignores it, he's already late.