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Gabriel looked around his office and couldn't believe he was actually going to be teaching here. This place was better than most of the classrooms at Kansas State. He was just finishing up his first lesson plans when there was a knock on his door and Gabriel cleared his throat.

"Come in!" Before he finished, in walked Chuck Shurley. He's blue eyes looked tired, and his brown hair and beard had more gray in them than Gabriel had last seen him, but otherwise he looked mostly the same. Gabriel stood up and came around his desk.

"Professor Novak," He smiled and offered his hand. Gabriel took and shook Chuck's hand. "How are you?"

"Very well, sir. How are you?"

"Oh fine, fine, getting ready for another year. Are you getting settled?"

"I think so. I mean, after getting a couple of lesson plans from the other professors, I don't think I'm going to be too horrible of a teacher." Gabriel grinned so that he could hide his nervousness. He was actually terrified to be teaching here. Some of the students would be taking the classes just to fill the requirements, but some would be taking it because writing had something to do with what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives, and if he screwed that up for them he would feel horrible.

"Of course you won't be. I wouldn't have hired you if I thought that you were going to be a bad teacher. Now, the professor that you're replacing had mostly freshmen classes, but there's one other class that he taught called 'Creative Expression in Writing'. It's an advanced class for our seniors. Now you don't have to teach that one, we could find another professor…"

"Oh no sir, I would love to teach that." Chuck smiled.

"Great, I knew you would. Now, I'll send you the details for the class so you can get that one prepared too." Chuck and Gabriel shook hands again. "See you around, professor." Gabriel decided he liked being called that, but he wasn't sure if he wanted that or have his students call him by his first name (which may be frowned upon in a school like this, but hey, it worked in Manhattan). He was still deciding when he walked back to his desk and sat down. A few minutes later he received the email that was the information about his Creative Expression class, and that it would be the first class in the morning. Great. This would be totally easy.


Sam sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and looked at his class schedule on his laptop. He knew he needed a few more credits to be considered full time and for his scholarship to kick in. He also knew that his last class needed to be an elective. What class could he take that would be interesting enough, but wouldn't interfere with his other course work? His senior year was supposed to be a fun year, but damn it why couldn't he just take his regular classes and be done with it? One of his friends, Jessica Moore, was taking a lot of different classes, but she still wasn't one hundred percent sure what she wanted to do. Sam knew that he wanted to take the few prelaw classes that they offered at Kripke High.

Sam thought about taking another literature class, but with all the reading he would be doing about cases and the reading he wanted to do in his spare time, he really wasn't sure if he would have the time or the focus. He finally decided to take a class that Jessica was actually excited about taking, 'Creative Expression in Writing'. Maybe Sam could use a little more creativity than logic every now and then. Sam looked through and saw that there weren't very many openings left in the class, and the only one that had an opening and worked with his schedule was taught by a Mister Novak. He shrugged to himself. He had never heard of the professor before, but Sam also didn't spend much time around the English department. After Sam hit enroll, and was finally set up with his classes for senior year.

The next morning, Sam heard his alarm begin to ring. He had been awake since almost five-thirty when he heard Dean get up and into the shower. Sam reached over and turned the alarm off and stared at the ceiling for a minute. He was about the start his senior year of high school. He couldn't believe it. He heard the water in the bathroom turn off and figured he should get up, but waited for the traditional pounding on his door.

"Sammy! Time to get up!"

"Yeah!" Sam yelled back and finally sat up. He looked around his room as the early morning sunshine showered the room in golds and oranges and reds. He stood up walked out of his bedroom and into the bathroom to take a shower.


Gabriel quickly got into his car and tore out of his apartment building. How could he have overslept on his FIRST freaking day?! He was supposed to be at a faculty meeting in ten minutes. He sped his whole way there and found a parking spot with one minute to spare. He ran inside and sat at the only open spot left.

"Ah, thank you for joining us." Chuck smiled at him and then looked to the rest of the group. "Everybody, this is our newest English teacher, Gabriel Novak. He will be taking over for Joshua. Now, with that being said," Chuck dove into the rules and regulations of what the year would consist of.

"And finally, not that we need any reminders, but please, for the love of God, don't have an affairs with students. We don't need any new issues with THAT." Gabriel looked around. He hadn't heard about that. How had he NEVER heard about that? The teachers were dismissed and Gabriel asked one of the female teachers next to him, a redhead.

"Hi, I'm Gabriel." Gabriel offered his hand to her.

"Oh, hi, I'm Anna. I teach history and geography."

"So, what was that last bit about an affair with students?"

"Oh," Anna giggled quietly behind her hand. "There was this whole big thing just a couple years ago when a female teacher and a senior had an affair and the school got a lot of backlash. So now, he gives this warning every year."

"Oh, huh, interesting." Anna shrugged.

"I guess so. Well, I've got to get to my office. See you later." She stood up and walked out of the meeting room. Gabriel stood up and walked out to go to his office.


"What class do you have now?" Kevin asked, leaning against his locker next to Sam's.

"English." Sam replied, grabbing his notebook from the top shelf of his locker.

"Damn, I've got AP bio." Kevin blew his black bangs out of his eyes.

"Well, I'll see you after." Sam turned around towards the English hallway.

"Fine, but don't think this gets you out of telling me about your date!" Kevin called after Sam's retreating back. Sam chuckled to himself and just waved a hand over his head, letting Kevin know that he had heard.

Sam walked into his classroom and took a seat near the front, next to a blonde girl with blue eyes, his friend Jessica Moore.

"Hey, Sam," she gave him a bright smile, which Sam mostly returned. Sam thought that Jessica had a bit of a crush on him, and it wasn't that Sam didn't find her attractive, it was just with this (possible, maybe) relationship with Gabriel, he didn't want to get her hopes up.

"Hey, Jess, how are you?"

"I'm well, how are you?"

"I'm great." Sam beamed. After his date a couple nights ago it was like he was still walking on air.

The bell rang and their teacher still wasn't in there. Finally, the students heard something from the backdoor of the classroom.

"Hi guys, sorry I'm late." Sam opened his notebook, not turning to actually look at the teacher. He waited for him to come to the front of the room. The voice seemed oddly familiar though. Sam heard him shuffling through desks and chairs until he finally got to his place up front. Sam looked up and his jaw dropped. 'Gabriel?!'


Gabriel heard the bell ring and cursed. He had been so absorbed with his lesson plans for the next few weeks he was now late to his first class. His only senior class. 'Great start, Gabe.' He quickly packed up what he needed and practically ran to his classroom. The back door was closer so he walked in through that door.

"Hi guys, sorry I'm late." He got up the front and put everything on his desk. He turned around and was immediately drawn to a hazel pair of eyes almost hidden beneath shaggy brown hair.