I should probably apologize for not posting forever, but you all have probably heard other fanfiction authors go on rants about how sorry they are. So just put them all together and make one up. The reason I'm posting tonight is because I realized I can't just leave this story undone. Mr. Banner deserves his chance to shine… well sort of.

Mr. Banner's POV

Most would say something like TGIF on a Friday morning but all I could think about when I pried my eyes open that morning was Oh geez, the dance is only one day away. Why would I want to chaperone a dance let alone go to one? I don't even remember going to my own class's dances.

"Wakey, wakey" my mother croaked at me, "And make me sum breakfast would ya?"

I frowned but figured the sooner this day ended the sooner the dance would come. The sooner the dance would come the sooner it would end, and I could get on with my life. "How about we just eat cereal?" I suggested without hope.

"If you don't make breakfast, I will" That was a good enough threat to me. Growing up my mom's meals consisted of brightly colored substances and grease. I think she had a theory if it looked good then it was good. That theory was way off.

"No, no. I will" I said jumping up and cracking my back in the process. Kat looked up at me with a curious look on her face. Probably wondering what the noise was. I just patted her head and continued my mission of making breakfast.

My mom smiled in satisfaction and waited for her food. I made breakfast and got ready with my now normal routine. When I got out of the shower with a fresh clean outfit on, I waved Kat and my mom goodbye. Sure it was kind of early, but maybe I could sit in my car and catch up on grading papers.

I had this thought in mind until I made it to school and realized that in most of my classes I hadn't even homework in a while. Here I come copy machine. I almost cackled out loud but someone was walking pass me in the hallway. I just smiled pleasantly and held my stack of warm copies close to me.

I tried being in a good mood, and it worked especially when I remembered the class with Edward and Bella was coming up next hour. I smiled as I handed out the worksheets, "Have a good weekend" I would add as I handed it to a bummed out looking student who would simply glare back at me.

I went to Mr. Berty first thing, thinking that he would have the VCR setup. I turned out to be wrong; I frowned and made my way to Mr. Varner's room. I needed to finish my video. I flipped my frown into a cheesy smile, one of those smiles you give people you hate and just pretend to like. "Hey" I greeted him, trying to sound cheerful. I entered the number filled classroom and walked up to him. He looked like he was busy grading papers, "Can I steal the VCR from you for next hour?"

He didn't even look up at me, "Well, if you did my next hour class would be highly disappointed"

I almost coughed up my lunch, "What kind of movie do you show in a math class anyways?" I asked trying not to sound like an absolute jerk.

He met my gaze. "NUMB3RS"

"Numbers? Like the TV show?" I said, remembering a conversation from the past.

"Yeah"

I tried to think of something smart to say back, something that would make him realize I meant business, something that would make me sound like less of an idiot. "Well…. Well, I need it for Biology II. It's um… important, it's really important"

He raised his eyebrows and replied with "Fine. My students can watch NUMB3RS Monday. I'll just give them a worksheet" It sounded like he was trying to make me feel guilty. Me? Feel guilt. I almost laughed at the thought and rolled the cart out of the room before he could change his mind.

I got it back into my classroom before the students could rush in and sat there. The bell rang and in four minutes my classroom was full of students gushing about the upcoming dance tomorrow. Edward didn't show up, was he skipping class again?

I almost pouted but thought better of it. Searching Bella's gaze, she seemed kind of unconcerned, almost bored, just waiting for this day to end, just like I was. The hour went on like that, she tried to pay attention to the video but her eyes would wander off the screen and at the U.S. flag or at the brick wall.

This is kind of a random place to stop, but I'm hoping to update again soon. I still need to burn Krust (my friend) a Jason Mraz CD before she decides to kill me. Reviews are always appreciated.