The ear piercing sound of the school bell rang loudly for the fourth time that day, but at that moment it signaled for second hour to begin.
Edge arose from his seat to take a new found position in front of his desk. Arm's crossed his grassy green eyes scanned his new students, mind racing with images of what the class could be capable of. "Welcome to second hour." He began, voice eerily mono toned, "I am your teacher Mr. Copeland." A smile broke his stoic expression as he looked at every single exasperated face. "I can tell you guys are gonna be a hoot." Edge teased as he made himself comfortable by leaning casually against his desk. "You guy's didn't like me very much did ya? When I was being Mr. Brooks and all."
Some students snickered and nodded in agreement.
"Well we're going to be learning more of that during your wonderful time here in Sociology!" Edge cheered, "By the way, call me Edge, unless faculty is around. They'll defiantly question my professionalism if you call me anything BUT Mr. Copeland. It just makes me feel to old for my tastes."
Evan sighed in irritation, not because of Edge mind you, but just the general class. He never cared to take it at his old school, so why would he feel the need to take it here? Not that Edge wouldn't be able to teach it well! But because he never really cared about Society or why people did what they did. To Evan people just sucked, end of discussion. Some rescheduling might be in order.
"Well how about we just start off by doing what we usually do best, talk about ourselves. I guess I'll start off. I was raised in Canada, where I spend most of my time sledding on polar bears and riding moose across the horizon. People thought me strange for my activities except one man who became my best friend. His name was Jay and he had this weird obsession with-"
Edge's introduction was cut short as a shrill sound vibrated through out the room. All the students looked around in: confusion, wonderment, and lets not forget annoyance.
"Kazoos..." Rolling his eyes Edge stood and walked over to one loan metal, two door, cupboard. Swinging it open revealed a short haired blonde male.
The man froze with the offending object in hand. Slowly, he pulled the Kazoo from his mouth. With an uneasy smile he waved at the class. "Hey, I'm the weird Kazoo obsessed friend Jay."
"I apologize class, I lied." Grabbing Jay by the collar of his shirt, Edge tore his friend from the compounds of his cupboard. "I mean my ex best kazoo loving friend Jay."
"Awwww don't be like that Edgey!" Jay cooed as he was being dragged to the only exit. "Remember kids stay in school! Don't do drugs! SAFE SEX!" SLAM!
Silence filled the room...
"...I FRIGGEN LOVE THIS CLASS!" John yelled enthusiastically as he fist pumped the air.
Evan couldn't hold off any longer. Loud bursts of laughter spilled from his lips. Clutching at his sides he forced breath into his lungs as laughs just continued to spring from his mouth.
Due to the weird laughter coming from Evan caused many of the other students, including John, to have their own little fits of giggles.
Edge paused for a moment before he smiled. This was really one of the joys of being a teacher, nothing better then a child's laughter. "Alright, alright you little hooligans." Waving a hand he tried to silence his, now, energetic students. "Let's get back to introductions shall we?"
Class soon settled along with Evan's laughter. Maybe the class wouldn't be so bad...
The rest of the day went out without trouble, surprisingly enough. Once it ended Evan just packed up this belonging and headed through the school's exit and towards the bright yellow buses. That was until he was stopped that it.
"Hey!"
Evan halted. Turning on heels he was greeted by John waving at him, side by side, with a 2006 brilliant red, Chevrolet Corvette. Smiling at his friend he ran to his direction. "Whats up?"
"I know we just met and all but me and Randy decided to go see a movie! And I would really love for you to come!"
At this Evan hesitated. The offer sounded great to him, he never got invited to anything...but it was running out of time. "Well...I don't know..."
"He's paying if that makes you feel any better." Randy sputtered in his seat as he was pointed at. When did he ever agree to this! But, before he could open his mouth John gave him one of his signature "wife" glares as many liked to call it. With that, he instantly gave up. "Here," John held out his cell for Evan to take. "You can call your mom or your dad to see if it's ok for you to join us."
Evan took the cell cautiously. Well...it couldn't hurt to try could it? Dialing his number he pressed the cell to his ear.
Briiiiiing~
'Please don't be home yet...'
Briiiiiing~
'Please don't be home yet...!'
Briiiiing~
'Please don't be home yet!'
"Hello?" A soothing voice questioned on the other end.
"Mom?"
"Evan? Where are you calling from?"
"Hey, I'm using my new friends cell. Listen I was wondering-"
"Oh! You've made a new friend? Baby I'm so happy for you! When can I meet him? Are they nice to you? He's keeping you out of trouble isn't he?"
"Mom!" Sighing, he rubbed his head in frustration. "You'll meet them sooner or later." His mother gasped excitedly at the word 'them'. "But John was wondering if I could go to the movies with him. Randy was generous enough to pay." He smirked slyly in Randy's direction. Randy just growled before flipping the little snot nosed punk off.
"Well... Your father seems to be working overtime tonight." His heart filled with hope. "Just...try to be back close to seven, alright?"
Evan nodded before realizing his mistake. "Alright mom. Thanks so much."
"No problem baby, have fun."
Saying their final good byes, Evan hung up the cell and handed it back to John. "I can go, but I'll have to be back by seven." Checking his watch it was already 10 til three. "So I guess we better head on out then."
/IN THE CAR/
"So Randy how did your first day go?" Evan asked politely. In turn, he got a grunt in response. "Sooooo, yes? No? Possibly? I'm sorry I don't speak angry adolescence."
John's obnoxious laughter greeted both passenger's ears. Randy's eyes glided to the side to glare daggers at his oh so childish boyfriend. "Oh come on Randy give Evan credit, he can whip those comebacks out like nobody's business!" That didn't seem to cease the metaphorical eye daggers.
"How about you then, Evan?" Randy sighed.
"Ooooooh." John covered his mouth the the tip of his fingers. This couldn't be good... "Someones got the hots for a certain Sociology teacheeeeeer~"
"I do not!" Quickly Evan dismissed the comment. Times like this he was so happy it was hard to make him blush.
"Oh come on you so do!"
At this Randy's expression shifted from it's usual Poker Face to one of confusion/amusement. Hm who knew he had emotions besides rage?
"Well...he is a hot teacher...but dude come on he's a teacher! That's totally wrong on so many levels!"
"I wasn't saying ya wanted to do the spanky-do with the teacher man." John turned in his seat (though with some difficultly thanks to his seat belt) to give his bestie a cheeky grin. Evan just crossed his arm's with a huff. "I was just saying that you dig the teacher. Which is perfectly fine, we've all been down the "hot teacher" road."
"Yeah..."
Silence filled the car.
"Sooo...do you wanna screw Edge?"
"JOHN!"
/AT THE MOVIES/
"Hello, what would you like to be seeing today?" An older women asked exhaustively from behind the other end of her respective glass.
"Randy! We gotta see Captain America!" John pestered with shining blue eyes. "Oh, would you like to see Captain America Evan?"
"It's fine, I'm good with anything." He answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Alright then it's settled 3 tickets to-
"Green Lantern."
John looked up at Randy with a "no you just didn't" expression. "What!"
Evan shook his head with a bright smile as he watched John try his hardest to keep Randy from paying for those tickets, but the battle was a losing one as the inked up boy gave the woman the money for all three of their tickets.
"How could you betray me like this! Not only me! But Captain America! He resents you now as his American child!" John bellowed with a wild flail of his arm's.
"Well you didn't ask me what I wanted to see." Evan had to repress the shiver of slight fear at his mono toned voice.
Sniffing, John snatched his ticked out of Randy's hands before leaving both boys in his dust. "Still hate you!"
Randy smirked at his boyfriends retreating form. "So why did you really do that?" Evan asked with full curiosity. "Three words my friend. Rough. Angry .Sex." With that he calmly walked the way John was heading.
Groaning in disgust, Evan shook his head wildly to erase the nasty images that were planted in his head. "And I though John was perverted...Randy's so much worse!" Giving one last shake he sped off .
–
Green Lantern, was so far an alright movie. It did have a high possibility of being great, but, it's kinda hard to enjoy the movie when your best friend was beside you making such hilariously lame jokes about the movie.
"Look at Ryan Reynalds...thinkin' he can pull off tights. He can't pull of no tights. Now Chris Evan's, there's a man who can pull of tights!"
"What up with the chicken?"
"Oh yeah, Mr. Science man that big bobble heads gonna get ya alll da bitches."
"I don't trust the devil dude...the devil's a deceitful bastard ya know!"
"Oh, ok I get it now, devil guy's not a bad guy...he's just a dumbass."
"God this movies so-"
"John!" Evan snickered as Randy scolded his boyfriend as if he were his very own disobedient child. Though with John's personality...it pretty much rings true. "I swear if you don't shut up right now, when I get a chance to get you home alone I'm gonna give you one hell of a spanking!" Well hell Evan didn't think the "scolding" would actually come to this! Though in all actuality he really should have.
"Oh big daddy Randy don't do that." Giggling cutely, John fluttered his eyelashes while biting his finger suggestively. Randy growled lowly while his eyes scanned over the other boys body like a golden prize to be won.
"Ok guys, I love you and all, but give me one good reason why I shouldn't walk out of this cinema and escape you're very "adorable" eye fucking."
"Oh if you think this is bad then you're gonna love this!"
Evan gagged in distaste as John mashed his lips against Randy's and began a violent battle of who can suck who's face off first. Forget pink, his face was scarlet at the actions of his friends; quickly he shoved his face into his shirt. So much for being hard to make blush. "I take back my statement of loving you guys!"
Quiet laughter ensured through out the rest of the movie, but grew into loud fits once they made it to the car and drove to Evan's home. Yup these guy's were defiantly keepers.
–
"Thanks guys, for all of this. It may come as a shock to you, but I wasn't really this epic at my old school." Swinging the door open, Evan exited the vehicle before closing it once more.
"Really? Hm well I'm happy to share some of my epicness with you. And you know it's mine because sour puss Randy over here hardly and ounce of epicness in 'em." Randy hissed at the accusation. "I swear you sound like a Viper when you do that! It's freaky!"
"Why do you think I do it?
"Hmm touche boy toy, touche."
Evan hummed a soft laugh, it felt so great to be able to laugh. When was the last time he was actually able to just hang out with people who actually wanted to befriend him?
In that moment gravel popped as a black mustang calmly strode into it's rightful place outside the garage door. Evan's body tensed. Taking a deep breath he put on his best poker face and prayed that his eyes were not actually portraying his inner turmoil. If they didn't leave soon, his Cinderella story could be shattered before it even began. "Alright guys looks like I'll be seeing ya tomorrow."
John looked at him with such calculating eyes that he was surprised he didn't instantly shatter. But being around half the shit...nah lets not even think about that. "Alright..." Outstretching his hand through the window John handed Evan a piece of paper with numbers scribbled onto it. "Call if you ever need anything."
Evan gave a small smile. "I will...now go on then." Turning he headed to his house, not once looking back at the driving away car that held the people that, well, seemed like they cared about them. It all could just be a ploy, it wouldn't be the first time, but there's only so much you can stand of being along. Guess he'll just have to wait and see what happens. If he's knocked on his ass, he'll have no one to blame but himself.
"Hey boy, what was all that about?" A gruff deep voice interrogated as he exited his own car.
"Nothing dad...just some guys who got lost around the new neighborhood." Evan's father, Derek, didn't look all that keen on just leaving it at that "Then why do you have your school bag with you?" Fuck, well here goes nothing. "Looks like you were right. This school is just like the last because I'm nothing but an idiot boy who likes to pick fights with people because I love the thrill of having my ass kicked. So some punks took my bag today and as I was coming out here to get it back as they decided to drive by and "kindly" give it back by tossing it out their window, those men pulled up looking for directions."
Derek grinned at this, he always got some sick satisfaction out of the thought of him getting hurt. Fucking bastard...
"I see, well I hope you've learned your lesson then. You really should stop egging those boy's on Evan, it's not healthy getting into so many fights. Maybe I really should give that children's psychiatrist a call..."
"I'm fucking fine! They seem to just have a problem with me just by looking at me!"
"Well that's probably because you're so scrawny. How old are you now? Thirteen?" Evan gritted his teeth, his own father didn't even know his own damn age. "I'm seventeen dad!" That seemed to astonish the older man. "Seventeen? That's even worse! At least at Thirteen that would explain that voice of yours. I was at least that age when I grew a pair, apparently it's taking you awhile eh sport?"
"You know what I don't have to take this! Fuck you old man!" Yelling out his frustrations Evan marched away from his father and into his house. His mother said nothing as he climbed the stairs to his room where he proceeded to slam the door.
As he lay there on his bed, all he could think about is that triumphant smirk his father was defiantly wearing as the man slithered through the front door.