A/N: This will sum up the whole first day, with little cameos and easter eggs all around! Enjoy!
A Minute before First block:
Anthony and Cynthia were in front of a classroom, Anthony turned to Cynthia, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"See you after class." Cynthia left, and Anthony walked into the room.
Can't Stop The Feeling by Justin Timberlake
Anthony doesn't see any familiar faces in the room. He sits near the middle of the room. He looks around, still doesn't recognize anyone. The teacher silences the class.
The bell rings, and the class goes quiet. Anthony looks as the teacher walks in.
It is a woman, she is wearing glasses, and Anthony sighs as he realizes it's one of those teachers who is going to be very picky about their work.
"Welcome to English IV, this will be a fun year…"
The End of First block:
Anthony walks out, and looks for Cynthia. He doesn't see her, and shrugs. He sprints to his second block.
Second Block:
"Welcome to Calculus!" The next female teacher says. She looks like the type that anyone can go to and just start conversation with. Anthony looked around the room, and this time, saw Freddy. The two locked eyes, and narrowed their eyes to each other.
Lunch:
At this school, everyone had lunch around the same time, which was around 12:00 anyways, which was great! Anthony met with Cynthia, and the two started talking.
"How do your classes look so far?" Anthony asked.
"Not too bad, I have Freddy in my first, and DJ, Dylan, and Caesar in my second."
"Ouch, I have Freddy in my second. He says anything, lemme know."
"I will, now, I'm starving again."
"That cake wasn't enough for you?" They both laugh, as Anthony goes through the line to get her something...
Third Block:
"Welcome everyone to Creative Writing!" The third female teacher, and Anthony was actually happy about it! He loved writing, and wanted to get into it, particularly to get ahead on his next class. Cynthia was also in this class! He sat next to her immediately, and they laughed right before class began. Anthony gazed among the crowd, and saw a guy he recognized, but hadn't known.
"Hey, do you know who that is? Grey shirt?"
"Oh, that's Devan. We met at a summer camp, he's a really nice guy. He also has a thing for Nixon."
"Nixon Newell? Funny thing, before I met you, I had a thing for her. She's a really nice girl."
"Oh, I see…"
"Excuse me, you two in the back!" The teacher says.
"Oh, sorry ma'am."
"Well, your first assignment…"
"I love you…" Anthony whispers, getting Cynthia to smile again.
Right before the final period:
"Writing Wrestling?" Cynthia asks, as they stand in front of the class.
"Well, for one, I would love to actually do this, and second, I know the teacher's wife, so…"
"Oh right, Bayley Irving."
"Hopefully her husband is as nice." Anthony kisses Cynthia as the door flies open and hits him in the face. He jumps back in pain.
"You, get to class, and YOU get in here, you're late!" Cynthia sprints off, lipping 'I love you' to Anthony. Anthony winks to her, and looks back to the teacher.
"Sir, the bell hasn't even- "Before he finishes, the bell rings. "Nevermind, sorry I'm late."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now, find a seat." He points Anthony towards the only open seat, which is right in front of the teacher's desk. He sighs, and takes his seat.
He doesn't recognize anyone in the room, but he sees some people snickering behind him.
"Welcome you miscreants to the Writing Wrestling Class. I honestly am just here to criticize your work." The entire class laughs, except Anthony. "Mr. Dre, right?"
"Yes sir."
"DON'T 'yes sir' ME!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Irving." Anthony panicks..
"You'd better be, now, for you, I want a full Wrestling Show, written all the way on my desk by the end of this week!"
"Sure Mr. Irving."
"For the rest of you, I want you all to create characters for him to use, starting, now." Mr. Irving sits back at his desk.
"What do I do now Mr. Irving?"
"Well, you're in this class, you figure it out." Mr. Irving props his feet up, and reads the paper. Anthony sighs, and puts his head down.
The End of Fourth Period:
Anthony is the last one out, and he tries to sprint.
"Mr. Dre!" He hears the voice of Mr. Irving. Anthony takes a disgruntled sigh, and turns around.
"Yes, Mr. Irving?"
"Sit down."
"Mr. Irving, I have to take my girl- "
"Your girlfriend, Cynthia can wait."
"Wait, how did you- "
"My wife knows you guys, I thought you looked familiar."
"Mr. Irving, do you have something against me?"
"No, I just want you to be great is all." He pats Anthony on the shoulder. "Now go, and if you stop by the diner, tell my wife I'll be home late tonight."
"Yes sir, er, Mr. Irving." Anthony walks out, and takes a deep breath.
Hold on Loosely by 38 Special
Freddy and his group walked out of the school in a huge crowd. He and Caesar stood side by side as they saw Mason Rivers walk out of the school.
"We shouldn't even waste time with him this year Freddy." Caesar pleads.
"It's not wasting time, but you are right, we should leave him alone, and worry about, someone else." Freddy gazes off into space.
Cynthia walks out alone, she looks nervous.
Freddy evilly grins, and Caesar grabs his shoulder.
"Come on Freddy, let's get going." He drags Freddy away with DJ and Dylan in tow.
xxxx
Devan gets to his car, and puts his bag in the backseat.
"Hey Devan." A familiar voice says. He turns, and sees, Nixon! His heart sinks.
"Hey, Nixon." He hides his face, as he is blushing.
"Are you okay?" She asks with a smile.
"Yeah, I'm just, the sun is blinding."
"Um, the sun is in the other direction." Devan uncovers his face, and prays he's not blushing.
"Your face is red, are you okay?" He panicked.
"I um, get sunburned easily."
"Uh-huh. So, are you doing anything?"
"I have a lot of stuff I have to get signed, you know."
"Me too."
"Yeah…"
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sure, I'll see you, then…" Devan quickly opened his car, and took a deep breath. He looked out his window, and smiled at the sight of Nixon getting into her car. "Tomorrow." He smiled and started his car.
A/N: AWW, Devan is in LOVE, and Anthony is in TROUBLE, in more ways than one! See you all next time!
