More Classroom Chaos
After lunch, Lance and Kitty found themselves in Chemistry. "How are you holding up?" She asked him.
"Okay I guess," Lance shrugged. "I mean ever since Blob lost it, Mystique's been a little…gun shy lately. Magneto didn't exactly come down hard on Blob. I mean she did kill Toad after all."
"I thought both of them did it?" Kitty asked.
"No," Lance looked at her funny. "Mystique did. Magneto had nothing to do with it."
Kitty was about to comment further when the new chemistry teacher walked into the room. "Good afternoon class," He was tall and had short blonde hair. "I'm Mr. Tanzar your new teacher."
"Whoa he's cute," One girl giggled.
"Thank you," He smiled. "Now I want you to take your books…and throw them out the window."
"Did I just hear him say what I think he said?" Lance blinked.
"Yes you did," Mr. Tanzar told him. "These Chemistry books are full of nothing but basic theories anyway. We are going to learn by doing! Not reading! I always said experience was the best teacher so just toss those books out the window right now! Think of it as an exercise in gravity!"
"You know I thought McCoy was fun," Lance laughed. "This guy's even better."
Meanwhile underneath that very window. "But why do you need to dig a hole that wide there?" Kelly was asking the janitor.
"Uh…Plumbing stuff," Bazooka Dave told him looking up from the hole. "It's not like I'm burying any top secret defenses or anything."
"But…" Kelly began to say. That is until several books fell on his head and knocked him unconscious. The janitor looked up and shrugged then went back to his digging.
"Aw man," He grumbled. "I dropped my gum."
************************************************************************. In the gym two classes practiced playing basketball side by side, the boy's gym class and the girl's gym class. "Okay let's see some hustle out there!" Mr. Falcone shouted. "Maximoff! Stop goofing off!" He shouted to the laughing teen.
"Hey how come when a kid laughs it's called misbehaving but when an adult does it it's called socializing?" Pietro said.
"Just shut up and throw the basketball!" Lance groaned.
"Okay!" Pietro smirked as he threw the ball at his head. Lance ducked just in time but it went over to the girl's side, nearly hitting the female gym teacher.
"Hey why don't you keep your basketballs on your own side!" Ms. Rafael bristled at Mr. Falcone.
"Why don't you make me?" Mr. Falcone stuck his tongue out at her. "OW!" He shouted as he was hit in the face with a basketball. "THAT'S IT! MEN THROW YOUR BALLS RIGHT AT HER!"
"But…"Scott started to protest.
"Who's the teacher here? You or me?" Mr. Falcon shouted. "ATTACK!"
"You heard the man," Lance shrugged and lobbed a basketball over to the girl's side with the rest of the boys. Scott reluctantly did so.
"Okay this is war!" Ms. Rafael snarled. "Girls on my mark…"
"But we shouldn't be throwing basketballs at the guys," Jean said. "Somebody might get hurt!"
"You wanna fail this class?" Ms. Rafael got in her face.
"Uh…No," Jean gulped.
"GOOD! COUNTERATTACK!" Ms. Rafael shouted at her class. Soon the gym was swarming with flying basketballs. "CHARGE!"
"OW!" Jean shouted as a basketball hit her in the arm.
"QUIT IT!" Wanda shouted.
"YIKES!" Pietro barely managed to dodge all the basketballs. Fortunately no one noticed his super speed. They were all too busy running for their lives.
"Ow!" Lance shouted as two balls hit him in the back.
"Hey!" Scott dodged one ball only to be hit by two more. "Ow! Ow!"
"Keep pouring it on!" Mr. Falcone shouted.
"This is nuts!" Rogue shouted as she got hit in the butt by a ball. "Who did that?"
Pietro snickered. "DIE YOU ALBINO FREAK!" She tossed a ball at him.
"Missed me!" Pietro dodged it and stuck out his tongue. "Nyahhh! Uh oh…" Dozens of balls were suddenly hurled at him from both the boy's and the girl's side. "Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"This ends now!" Wanda shouted and used her hex powers to throw balls everywhere. Jean tried to use her own powers to deflect them, but Wanda's powers screwed it up so more balls attacked her.
"Help!" Jean screamed.
"We're all gonna die!" One boy screamed.
Twenty minutes later students and teachers alike were all bruised. "Oh…my head," Lance moaned as he lay on the floor.
"My bruises have bruises," Rogue moaned.
"I can't move," Wanda groaned. "I just can't move…"
"Neither can anybody else," Another girl told her.
"I think I can move my left pinky finger," One boy moaned. "A little…"
"Anybody seen my brain?" Pietro moaned in agony. "I think a basketball hit it out of my head."
"I'll help you look for yours as soon as I find mine," Scott moaned.
"Now I know what those Ping-Pong balls in a lottery machine feel like," Jean groaned.
"All right," Mr. Falcone panted. "Not bad. Not bad at all."
"But next time we wanna see some improvement!" Ms. Rafael said.
"Next time?" Jean groaned.
"Oh no," Scott groaned. "Why do I have the feeling the Danger Room sessions are going to seem a lot easier and safer than gym class?"
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"I'm telling you Paul those gym teachers are psychotic!" Scott groaned as they worked on their projects in computer class. "It was like they were waging a personal war and using us as soldiers! Paul? Paul are you listening to me?"
"Huh?" Paul shook out of his reverie. "Oh sorry man, I got a lot on my mind. I was into the programming. You were saying?"
"I was trying to warn you about the gym teachers from Hell," Scott said.
"They can't be that bad," Paul said.
"Hey, go ahead, don't believe me," Scott shrugged. "It's your funeral."
"How are you two doing?" Mr. Parker came up to them.
"Not bad," Scott nodded.
"Uh yeah I think we've figured it out," Paul said. They worked on the project until the bell.
"Well that's it for the day," Scott moaned. "Man I am wiped. You coming Paul?"
"Oh I just want to talk to Mr. Parker for some extra credit," Paul said. "Catch up with you later."
Paul waited until everyone had left the room to approach Mr. Parker. He turned around and looked at him. "Can I help you son?" He asked.
"That's an interesting way to put it…" Paul said. "Dad."