"My glasses, where are my glasses!?"

Matthew tapped around, what did he hit just then? Strange, that's usually what others asked when they hit him. Suddenly he felt his glasses slide back onto his face all on their own. MAGIC!?

"Hey kid, watch where you're going."

Matthew looked and kneeling down before him was Mr. Beilschmidt. He was picking up the papers he dropped after ramming into Matthew, not so much in a way he wanted lol.

"O-Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, lemme help you pick them up!"

Matthew motioned to grab some of the papers when Gilbert shoved him back, "Hey! No peaking!"

"W-what is it?"

Matthew saw a few strange equations but didn't get enough of a look to fully register it in his mind.

"It's porn kid."

Matthew freaked out and turned to stone. The german man quickly got up and scampered away. Matthew came back to his senses and immediately threw up rainbows. He just got into a physical collision with the new sexy man smex teacher Gilbert Beilschmidt. He'll have to remember to write about this in his dream journal. Once he was done chucking rainbows a few butterflies escaped his lips.

"Did we just… Haha, nah that sort of thing only happens in anime and weird dramas."

Now that Matthew thought about it Gilbert didn't smell like flowers and chocolate like Matthew thought he would. Instead he smelled like cigarettes with an undertone of beer, though it was obvious he wasn't a chain smoker or a drunk.

Yes today was just an ordinary day for Matthew… until he got to freaking Calculus. He sat very normally in his chair, like whatever yo. No one was going to notice him, no one was going to single him out, he was just going to sit there, pay attention, and hopefully pass. That's a lie, he'll probably cheat off the Japanese kid next to him, not like he'd get caught. Matthew didn't like cheating, but this is Calculus.

"YO KIDS," sang the teacher happily, "POP QUIZ Y'ALL!"

They wanted to cry, Gilbert was a great, ahem, awesome teacher, but holy hell this is Calculus. The word itself sent humans running as if the one who spoke it had the plague. Then Matthew thought about it, so his teacher called the pop quiz porn to keep him from really looking at it.

"You, sheep dog."

Everyone looked around, but there was no one called sheep dog… well no shit there wasn't. Then Mr. Beilschmidt tried again, "Boy with two left feet, you in the back. Ghost boy!"

Matthew realized quickly that he was the one his teacher was referring to. IF ONLY MATTHEW HAD TIME!? APPARENTLY HIS HAR LOOKS LIKE A SHEEP DOG!? Matthew wished he was a girl and could just pull the sexual assault card to keep from having to stand up and be singled out by the beautiful teacher.

"Since you caught a sneaky peaky at today's pop quiz, I'll be making one up for you now. Please approach the board," he said with a mischievous wink.

Using the term "sneaking peaky" made him sound like a pedophile but even so you could hear some girls scream with delight. Matthew was ashamed to admit he was one of them… He got up mindlessly and robotically walked up to the front, suddenly turning to stone as he realized all eyes were on him. Mr. Beilschmidt passed out the pop quizzes and then looked to the chalkboard. He closed his eyes and thought for a minute, humming quietly so only someone standing close to him (like Matthew god bless him). The hum suddenly stopped halfway and he reached for some chalk and started to write some strange lines and letters… this was what they called… AN EQUATION!?

"Okay kid, while they take the original quiz, you solve this."

Sorry, have to stop here for now. Don't worry it will get more interesting, I just have other random stories I wanna start. This probably won't be very long so yeah. PEACE