Driver's Ed: CHAPTER TWO
Ello, Lovelies. Chapter two of Driver's Ed: A series of dalton conversations.
Yep, so. Characters not mine. Nothing. Ever. Mine.
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Part One: Before [Hanover]
Danny walked calmly next to a few friends to the Driver's Ed classroom, chatting happily with them. "So, did you guys read the two chapters she assigned?"
"I read the whole thing through a week ago." The boy to his left commented.
"I've read it twice now. It's boring." Danny replied.
"Well, at least we have class with some Windsors. Makes things a bit more interesting."
Part Two: Reports [Collective]
"So! Let's start off the day with Driving Reports! Basically, you just tell me something good, something bad, anything you saw yesterday." Mrs. Beesen smiled at the boys.
A great number glanced over at one another, seriously doubting that she knew that they didn't go out driving at all; they lived at a boarding school for gods sake! The looked at one another and shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to do or say. Finally, someone spoke up. It was Julian, a trademark Cheshire grin across his face.
"Last night I saw a girl texting while driving. I heard she got into a crash later because of it."
"Oh no! How bad is it?"
"She's in a coma, last I heard."
A few boys sniggered around the classroom. The few who watched a certain TV show that Julian was present in.
"I saw a policeman chasing someone in a blue sedan. I went past them when the police pulled them over and there was loads and loads of drugs in the trunk." Wes spoke up, referring to a recent episode of a crime drama show.
"Well I saw someone have their door open during traffic on the highway. Then I'm pretty sure I saw a lady in a wedding dress jump into it!' Drew shot in, meaning the TARDIS from Doctor Who. A few more boys sniggered as the teacher gazed at them suspiciously.
"…You guys didn't go out driving, did you?" She asked after a minute of silent laughing.
"We live in a boarding school. It's not like we have time to go out each night and drive, Mrs. Beesen." David said, sympathetically.
Part Three: Pronouncing [Windsor/Stuart]
"Uh…uh…Don't tell me." The teacher stumbled as she tried to call on Satoru, a bemused smirk on his face as she tried to remember his name. "Sait-oh-roo?" She finally said, pronouncing the name totally incorrectly.
His best friend turned away from the teacher, his hand over his mouth, a chuckle being muffled as Satoru corrected her. "Sat-oh-row," he said pleasantly, and not so drawn out. It's a bit faster."
"Could you say it again?" Mrs. Beesen had a strong mid-western accent, completely unused to saying ethnic names.
"Satoru."
"Ok, I'll try to remember. Now! Lloyd, if you would," she said, pointing at Logan. "What does a double solid yellow line mean?"
"It's Logan, Mrs. Beesen." He said, gritting his teeth.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I don't know why I keep thinking Lloyd." Beside Logan, Julian chuckled as Derek let out a small snort during a break of his sexting with some girl.
"Double solid yellow lines mean that no passing or changing of lanes is allowed."
"Very good, Lloyd!"
"It's Logan."
Part Four: Film [Windsor]
"What do you guys want to watch? Teens talking or something gory?" Mrs. Beesen asked, holding up a few DVDs. "GOREY!" The Tweedles nearly yelled before anyone else could answer. She laughed, putting in a tape. "Just to warn you, I don't really know which one this is. It could be the one of-"
The film started, a collection of boys and girls sitting in a circle together, a jumble of words.
"Mrs. B," Evan started.
"I think you put in the talking one." Finished Ethan sadly.
A guy started talking. The boys sitting in the classroom found out pretty quickly that they were watching teen talk about accidents with drunk drivers. And David felt his chest physically restrict itself, thinking about the night so many years ago. He felt physically pained, hearing the guy talk about being in that crash.
A girl came on the screen, not just any girl. David wasn't looking at the screen though. He was trying to block everything out. Then he heard her voice.
"My boyfriend was at a party. There were people drinking. I got over there. I made him come back with me. We were in the back seat, neither of us could drive legally at the time. I got in the car with a kid who was drunk. He was driving us back. We crashed. The driver died instantly. My boyfriend put his arm out in front of me, saving my life. In just enough time. The crash was awful. We were both sent to the hospital. He was in much better shape than I, though. To this day, I have heart problems. Countless surgeries and replacements. All because I made one terrible mistake to get in the car with a drunk driver. I'm just so lucky that my boyfriend was there to save my life. He…he saved my life."
It was Katherine. Everyone in the room who knew her, or what had happened with David knew it instantly. They turned to David's seat after she was done talking. But he had long ago excused himself, standing in the deserted hallway, trying to regain his composure. Wes followed him out soon after, standing by him and trying to help calm him down, make him feel better.
David took a long and shaky breath after a few minutes. "O-okay. I'm ready to go back I guess."
But before he entered the room, he sent a text to Katherine. I'm so sorry. I wish I hadn't gone to that party. I didn't know you did that video for drunk drivers. –D.
I love you. You saved my life. And now you keep me going. –K.
Part Five: Break [Tweedles/Collective]
"Break!"
The boys rushed off into the hallway, eager to stretch their legs and move about. The classroom was freezing cold and left everyone to warm up. The Tweedles shot out of the classroom first, disappearing down the halls before anyone knew what was happening.
A few minutes later, the Tweedles appeared at the end of the hallway, laden with what looked like fleece blankets.
"Snuggies! Snuggies for everyone!" They called out, handing everyone in the hall a snuggie, then going back into the room for the people already reseated, throwing the blanket types at them even if they didn't accept it.
Mrs. Beesen walked back in the room, giving her a start when she saw every boy had changed into a blanket covering them. All colours and patterns emerging. She smiled, shaking her head. "You boys are insane."
Ethan and Evan Brightman grinned at one another.
"We're all mad, here."