Chapter 5 Robyn's none-existing book

Hello guys! Excuse my absence, but we've just had our exams and well. Nuff said. Read and review!

Oh, and if you notice some parts that you might find a bit… pervert, you're probably right. They are!

I do not own any of the sky high characters you recognize.

The history class had never been as dull as it was today, thought Robyn as her head slipped down on her hot desk in drowsiness. It had to be over a thousand degrees in their class room and the only ones that managed to keep their eyes up were the girls that looked dreamily at Garrett which didn't notice because he was sleeping. They kept throwing paper balls in his head while he muttered that the rain was so annoying which Robyn and Jane thought served those girls right.

"I know its hot children," said a sweating Mr. Daniels "but we need to concentrate! This upcoming subject needs much, much, much, much, much studying. Old English, people." The few students that had tried to pay attention groaned.

"Isn't old English a part of our English study?" asked Albert Carlson in the front of the class. Mr. Daniels just nodded and waved the explanation away with a tired and sweaty hand. Robyn had always meant that excitement was a thing you couldn't live without, so in this moment she didn't do anything but hoping that something would happen. Mr. Daniels slipping of his chair, Fiona accidentally setting fire in her own hair or even that the roof would fall down in their heads! She was desperate for something to happen and just as she thought this, the door opened.

"I'm so s, s, sorry to interrupt Clive, but I need a word with your class." stuttered Mr. Boy that had just entered the room looking like a terrified puppy.

"Go a head Jonathan." Sighed Mr. Daniels and collapsed in his chair. Mr. Boy nodded. Robyn could see that he was sweating but was sure that it wasn't just because of the heat. She could bet everything that he hadn't been in a class full of heroes in a long time because his back was hunched and his eyes were at a guard as though he was afraid that they would attack him.

"H, h, hey. I'm Mr. Boy from the hero-support class." A loud cough filled the room which sounded very much like 'losers'. Mr. Boy gave the class a nervous smile before he continued. "I've come to tell you that my class and I would appreciate if you'd stop dunking… Oh hey Robyn!" he suddenly said in a confident voice and waved at Robyn, showing the gap between his front teeth as he smiled at her. Several students had awoken now and were sniggering to one another. It was bad enough that he said hey to her but calling her by her first name was just cruel. How could he do that! After 4, 5, 7, 10… Many, many years as a teacher he should know that associating with a teacher is forbidden! It's written in the none-existing book in Robyn's head. She has called it RULE NUMBER 17 FORBIDDEN TO ASSOCIATE WITH TEACHERS, right between RULE 16 FORBIDDEN TO GET A SEAT IN THE FRONT OF THE CLASS and RULE 18 FORBIDDEN TO GET OVER 100 PERCENT ON A TEST.

"Was that it Jonathan?" asked Mr. Daniels with his eyes closed, his light blue shirt clenched tightly around his round belly. Mr. Boy nodded his head and swallowed hard before he waved at Robyn again and left.

Mr. Daniels dismissed the class and they slowly got up from their chairs and walked out of the oven that you could barely call a class room. On their way out several students imitated Mr. Boy as he waved at her and gritted their teeth in an attempt to bring back the memories of the stupidest smile in history of stupid smiles. If Robyn hadn't been as exhausted as she was she would have knocked each and every one of those bastards down, but that darn sun took on her strength so her strongest weapon now was the power to ignore.

Robyn had never been happier to hear the bell ring and hurried out side for biology. The class room lay at the east end of the school and you had to go out to get there. It was even worse than being inside, Robyn felt as though the heat had doubled when she opened the entrance doors. It was like walking through the Sahara desert and was relieved to find the biology class room in shadows as she got there.

Their teacher Mrs. Stevens, a bold dark haired woman, was sitting in a chair behind her desk as Robyn entered followed by the rest of the students in hero class. She didn't looked taken a back by the heat at all because Robyn couldn't see a single sweat drop on her forehead, which was probably because she had lived in Africa for 15 years…

The class went remarkably fast and the bell rang before she got the chance to complain about the heat to anyone. The rest of the day went pretty fast as well but suddenly the day came to a holt where Robyn felt like everything was playing it self in slow motion. It was the end of the day and Robyn had just closed her locker when Mr. Boy came over to her, yes he did so in front of EVERYONE, and fixed his tie before speaking to her.

"Miss Quatermain, your mother kindly asked me if I could give you a ride home today because of the trouble with the busses," Robyn couldn't help but to let out a stream of words that had no meaning and automatically shushed him down when he told her, a bit to loudly, that his car had very comfortable seats... Most of the students would take that the wrong way...

"But, I, you, the... Why?" she asked breathlessly after a couple of freshmen's had passed.

"Its real leather you see." He answered, probably not quite understanding the question.

"No, I want her to pick me up." Said Robyn and saw that Mr. Boy's face dropped from cheery to disappointed.

"Oh, oh, oh..." he said fist loudly than very quiet and Robyn was forced to shush him down again, form her point of view that sounded really unpleasant...

"Sorry." Said Mr. Boy but without really knowing what he was apologizing for. "I understand… Well, don't let me hold you back… See you tomorrow than?" Robyn, who had been lost for words, watched him walk slowly away as though hoping Robyn would call him back. She felt a little lump in her belly and decided that if she had to be nice to anyone except Jane and Garrett at Sky High it had to be Mr. Boy.

"Mr. Boy, wait up." said Robyn making sure that her voice was just low enough to make Mr. Boy stop and the curious passing students think that it was noting put a sneeze.

"You'll ride with me, really?" he asked happily and smiled. Robyn just nodded and grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside so fast that only a few people noticed.

"I've parked right over there." Said Mr. Boy and pointed at a small baby blue car that had the shape of a clown car. He must have seen Robyn's disapproving look because he smiled and said "Yeah, side-kick teachers don't earn too much…"

As they walked closer to the ridicules looking car, Robyn saw that he had parked right in front of the basketball curt and gasped in horror.

"You've parked right in front of the basketball curt!"

"Yes I know. Even though I can't say that I'm very fond of it. I was a member of the chess team in my youth." He told her proudly.

"Shocking…" responded Robyn with a note of sarcasm in her voice which Mr. Boy didn't notice because he went on.

"Yeah I know. Most people thought of me as a very cool person, so cool in fact that they would expect me to drive around on a motorcycle!" If Robyn hadn't been in the situation she was in she would have laughed, but now she barley shrugged and said "As if." under her breath.

"I agree those things are dangerous…" Mr. Boy said seriously. Robyn was about to say what she really meant when she understood that he would 'take it the wrong way' if she did so she didn't bother and focused on the basketball curt in front of her in stead. When they were close enough she understood that there were no going back and no where to hide and therefore covered her face with her palm. Robyn didn't think that they had noticed her and slightly pulled away her hand to see six boys running around on the curt. Douglas McCartney, Robert Isaac, Mo McDonald, Nigel Church, Carlos Milan and Garrett were all there.