Another day another challenge. Here's the new update lol Are you enjoying this at all… whoever you are? XD
I started walking, the beat behind me signaling the start of a musical montage. I stopped and posed like a back street boy.
"What I want you've got
And it might be hard to handle…"
Other people joined in as the continued on to pat me on the back and exchange extremely gangster secret hand shakes.
"Like the flame that burns the candle
The candle feeds the flame, yeah, yeah
What I've got's full stock
Of thoughts and dreams that scatter…"
Then we all lined up and continued on to perform a dance routine none of us had rehearsed but somehow we all knew. I looked at myself in the mirror, saw Han Solo, was in a great mood.
"Then you pull them all together
And how I can't explain
Oh, yeah
Well, well you
(Ooh-ho, hoo-ooh, ooh-oo)
You make my dreams come true!"
Yes, I did just rip of the getting laid scene from 500 Days of Summer, because it's the only moment in the history of the universe that could vaguely show just how happy I am. No, I didn't get laid, I got better. I WON HIS VAGUE AFFECTIONS!
"You like me?"
"What? No, I told you I don't go for brats like you."
"Yeah, but you said when I grew up a little bit and was less bratty…"
"Well you have a lot of growing up to do, so- shit, I should have kept my mouth shut."
He spit out his cigarette and lit another one, "Sixteen…"
He groaned to himself, "I'm not going to promise anything, considering our positions, but you're pretty cute, even if you are a brat."
I grinned to myself at what came next.
"That's great and all Billshit, but who says I'm gonna like you in a few years?"
He was annoyed at the nickname. I grinned, finally I was in control.
"Well then, I won't have anything to worry about. How I managed to even consider this is beyond me."
"So… can I have an A?"
"When you get some self respect," he scoffed.
Hey it was worth a shot. I know, this isn't much to go on. But still I'm feeling pretty good. You know why? BECAUSE HOMECOMING IS ON IT'S WAY!Homecoming, as in a dance! A girl and a teacher dancing causes a lawsuit but a boy and a teacher dancing gets street cred. I am going to get all up in that booya! Okay… so it probably wouldn't go like that, the likelihood of him even going was slim, he's a grown man, twenty seven, there's just no way he'd be able to go.
"Okay kids," he said finishing up the lesson, "as you know homecoming is this weekend so I expect you all to be on your best behavior, because if you're not… I'll rip your heads off!"
"Uhhh Mr. Beilschmidt, don't you have anything better to do on Saturday night?" asked the Romanian kid.
He growled at the boy, "You have a problem?"
Suddenly the door swung open, "Did I hear you mention dancing!?"
We all looked to the door, to see the French teacher Mr. Bonnefoy.
"Oh, sup Francis."
He grinned, "I too shall watch over the dance and keep the springs of youth at bay."
The whole class died slowly, this teacher was creepy. He's famous for shacking up with students who graduate. He's also my uncle. No one knows though, for good reason. Don't question the logic, we are at a public school. He was all fine and dandy but he really did lay on the molester act a little thick. Speaking of…. He was stroking the (probably) soft white hair of my teacher. Francis, I'll rip your hand off and shave your chin if you keep it up.
"Haha, he's the jealous type," laughed Francis.
WAS HE TALKING ABOUT ME!? There wasn't enough time, the bell went off and everyone made a break for it. I was a little on the slow side, mostly to watch over the precious.
"Let's skip the dance mon ami, let's get crazy. I'll call up Antonio and we can run with scissors," said my uncle.
"Francis don't you have a class to teach," I growled.
"Haha! He is," he laughed at me as he glomped Gilbert, "Yes but it's French 4, I have some time to fool around."
NOT WITH MY MAN. I huffed and walked out of the room. My uncle is really a total jerk.
Short chapter! Sorry, I'll have something interesting next time, tomorrow, just I have stuff to do at the moment. Love ya! Review!