SCHOOL
SUCKS
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Connor really hates school. What should he do?
CHAPTER 5
The next day at school Connor and Leslie were in their usual English class. The teacher was passing back a test. "Most of you did better than expected," she said.
Connor stared down at his paper and released a sigh. "What'd you make?" Leslie whispered.
"Another D," said Connor.
"Well, I got a C minus. You mine as well call it a D," said Leslie.
As the students headed out of the class two cheerleaders (they weren't in uniform) were talking. "So what'd you make?" one red headed asked the brunette.
"A B," the brunette replied.
"I made a B plus," said the redhead. "But I'd worry about a D. You might as well get a job at McDonalds. Am I right, Connor?"
"Shut up!" Connor snapped.
"Ooh! The creepy kid has a temper," said the brunette.
"Knock it off," said Leslie.
"Leslie, I don't know why you hang out with this guy. You're a cheerleader. You look down on dorks," said the redhead.
"Then I better look down on your boyfriend," said Leslie.
"Ouch," said the brunette.
"Come on, Connor," said Leslie. They headed away.
"How was the new client?" asked Angel, when Fred and Gunn walked into the hotel from a job.
"That women has some serious creepy crawlies," said Gunn.
"I need to shower," said Fred.
"I'm guessing it went fine," said Lorne.
Leslie and Connor came in after Fred and Gunn. "School sucks and I wish I were dead!" Connor yelled, marching upstairs.
"Uh, how was school?" asked Cordelia.
"Not good. The other cheerleaders are hassling us and then there are the usual bad grades. So how are your days?" said Leslie.
"I'm gonna go talk to Connor," said Angel.
"Oh, here," said Cordy, handing him a plate of chocolate chips cookies.
"Cookies?" said Angel.
"Well, he's still a kid. They always worked on me," said Cordy.
"Okay," Angel agreed.
He went upstairs to Connor's door. He knocked. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," replied Connor miserably.
Angel walked in. Connor was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Angel sat the cookies down on the table near his bed.
"Okay, talk to me, kid," said Angel.
"Are those chocolate chip?" Connor asked.
"Yep," replied Angel.
"Good." He stuffed a big one into his mouth.
"So, Connor, what's wrong? What's with school?"
"I hate it, Dad. My grades in math and English aren't getting any better. I'm an idiot," said Connor.
"No, you're not. Maybe you need something that can make you fit in. Why don't you play a sport or something?" suggested Angel.
"The only sport at school for this season is hockey."
"That's perfect. Why don't you join that."
"Really?"
"Yeah," said Angel. "Your reflexes are pretty good and I can come to the games. Hockey is held at night after all."
"Maybe," said Connor. "It might be fun."
"You okay?"
"Yeah. But I wish you would have brought some milk to go with these cookies."
SUCKS
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Connor really hates school. What should he do?
CHAPTER 5
The next day at school Connor and Leslie were in their usual English class. The teacher was passing back a test. "Most of you did better than expected," she said.
Connor stared down at his paper and released a sigh. "What'd you make?" Leslie whispered.
"Another D," said Connor.
"Well, I got a C minus. You mine as well call it a D," said Leslie.
As the students headed out of the class two cheerleaders (they weren't in uniform) were talking. "So what'd you make?" one red headed asked the brunette.
"A B," the brunette replied.
"I made a B plus," said the redhead. "But I'd worry about a D. You might as well get a job at McDonalds. Am I right, Connor?"
"Shut up!" Connor snapped.
"Ooh! The creepy kid has a temper," said the brunette.
"Knock it off," said Leslie.
"Leslie, I don't know why you hang out with this guy. You're a cheerleader. You look down on dorks," said the redhead.
"Then I better look down on your boyfriend," said Leslie.
"Ouch," said the brunette.
"Come on, Connor," said Leslie. They headed away.
"How was the new client?" asked Angel, when Fred and Gunn walked into the hotel from a job.
"That women has some serious creepy crawlies," said Gunn.
"I need to shower," said Fred.
"I'm guessing it went fine," said Lorne.
Leslie and Connor came in after Fred and Gunn. "School sucks and I wish I were dead!" Connor yelled, marching upstairs.
"Uh, how was school?" asked Cordelia.
"Not good. The other cheerleaders are hassling us and then there are the usual bad grades. So how are your days?" said Leslie.
"I'm gonna go talk to Connor," said Angel.
"Oh, here," said Cordy, handing him a plate of chocolate chips cookies.
"Cookies?" said Angel.
"Well, he's still a kid. They always worked on me," said Cordy.
"Okay," Angel agreed.
He went upstairs to Connor's door. He knocked. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," replied Connor miserably.
Angel walked in. Connor was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Angel sat the cookies down on the table near his bed.
"Okay, talk to me, kid," said Angel.
"Are those chocolate chip?" Connor asked.
"Yep," replied Angel.
"Good." He stuffed a big one into his mouth.
"So, Connor, what's wrong? What's with school?"
"I hate it, Dad. My grades in math and English aren't getting any better. I'm an idiot," said Connor.
"No, you're not. Maybe you need something that can make you fit in. Why don't you play a sport or something?" suggested Angel.
"The only sport at school for this season is hockey."
"That's perfect. Why don't you join that."
"Really?"
"Yeah," said Angel. "Your reflexes are pretty good and I can come to the games. Hockey is held at night after all."
"Maybe," said Connor. "It might be fun."
"You okay?"
"Yeah. But I wish you would have brought some milk to go with these cookies."