Title: The Fenton Boy
Theme: Professor
Pairing: None
Rating: K
97. Professor
Mr. Lancer often wonders why he went into teaching. Not because he hated his job. Quite the opposite, he le loves it. He loves that his job is reading books and talking about books and quizzing people (albeit, teens) over books. He loves how, every once in a while, he'll see the gears turn in those little heads and they'll suddenly get what they've been talking about for the past period. He thinks it's one of the most incredible things in the world, and he's ecstatic that he'd the one who makes it happen.
But he remembers his high school career, and it's filled with kids smacking him around and trashing whatever book he'd managed to find. They'd slam it shut so he'd forget his page, and leave him covered in make-up and roped in the girl's locker room. It wasn't the worst, because he had his own friends and his bullies were told off.
"Fenton!" he shouted, and looks at the scene.
The Fenton boy (he never thinks of him as "Danny", just "the Fenton boy") is holding a handful of mac and cheese, and he is no doubt the one most covered in food. There's a few of the broad shouldered football boys surrounding him, only one with a face full of food. But their hands were clean, so he had to haul off the Fenton boy down to detention.
To say he hates the Fenton boy would be a lie. He doesn't, and Lancer thinks that there's a lot of potential there. He knows that the idea of a boy of his stature taking on a Dash of Qwan is ridiculous, but there's no proof and, sadly, he has to lean on the side of the money earning sport when the decisions were up in the air.
"They started it, you know," he sulks quietly.
"I'm sure they did." And he sounds a lot more sarcastic than he feels.
Sorry it's so late! I've been without internet for a long, long time, and things are hectic with school. Now that I have internet connection, I think I'll be more constant.