What are you going to do about it?

Finally, I had finished decorating my classroom just in time for the first period bell to ring, and students began flooding in, all staring at me, making me feel really awkward and uncomfortable so I just took a seat behind my desk until the bell rang again, signalling the start of the period.

My desk.

It felt weird saying that, extremely weird.

The students began flooding in and taking seats, the typical seating plans, Jocks all up the right side, the cheerleaders, and sluts, in the front, throwing themselves at anyone that walks past, the people that just took music to get an ‘Easy A’ in the middle and left side, and the people that I’d most likely interact with in the few remaining seats near the back.

The bell went once again, signalling the start of first period and I took a seat on the front of my desk, calves swinging over the side, and waited for everyone to become quiet. After a few minutes, the chatter just continued so I clapped my hands together, making a loud bang, resulting in everyone shutting up.

“Morning everyone. I hope you had a pleasant summer. My name is Tony Perry. You can call me Mr. Perry or Tony, whichever you prefer. The previous music teacher, Mrs. Richmond, retired, as I’m sure you’re all aware of. Any questions?”

“How are you allowed to keep your tattoos on show?” Some kid from the middle of the room spoke up.

“I honestly had no idea, I walked in earlier prepared to be told to roll down my sleeves, but your principal didn’t mention them.” I shrugged. At that point the door flew open and some kid with a medusa piercing strutted in. I watched him until he took a seat in the front row and then directed my attention to the rest of the class.

“Anymore questions?”

“Are you a fag?” The kid with the medusa piercing yelled out, making the group of people around him laugh.

“Michael Fuentes, I assume?” I walk over to his desk. He just looks up at me, with a slightly shocked expression taking over his features.

“Yes, I know your name.” I raised my voice, talking to the entire class “And in answer to your question, I am bisexual. And if I hear one homophobic comment to anybody, you’ll be having an hour of detention.” I walked back over to my desk and sat on top of it.

I scanned the front row and pointed at a girl with brunette hair.

“Could you hand out this paper, please?” I asked, handing her a stack of paper.
She stood up and began handing sheets of paper to everyone.

“What I want you to do with this piece of paper, is to write your name, what you prefer to be called, and 3 facts about yourself, I’ll collect them in at the end of the lesson, if you finish before then, mingle, chat to your class mates.” And with that, everyone began working.

About half of the class had finished their sheets by the time the first period bell went, and the other half were just finishing, luckily.
“Thank you, class. I will read over them tonight. I’ll see you all later in 6th period!” I yelled over the screeching of chairs and chattering.



The rest of the day went off without a hitch, Jaime came around and spent lunch in my classroom, like he said he would and it’s currently 6th period.

“Now, I know you all want to go home, as do I, frankly I’m exhausted, so I can’t imagine how all of you are feeling, and since its last period, I figured why not do something fun? So we’re going to get instruments out. This is a one time thing. Just to make that clear. So please, collect your instruments.”

Most of the girls in the front stayed sitting, my guess is that they’re ‘talent’ is ‘singing’ Many people ran towards the guitars, a few people took bass guitars, and 2 people made a beeline for the electrical drumset set up In the corner. Mike and Tino.

I sat in the chair behind the desk, the highly uncomfortable chair, and watched as everyone scrambled about.

“Mr. Perry! We’re not sure how to do this!” It was Tino who shouted.

I sighed and walked over to the drumset. “Whats the problem?” I asked with a forced smile.

“We’re not sure how to decide for how long we’ll each play it.” Tino said quickly, glaring at Mike.

“How about one of you play for half of the period and the other can listen to music or something. Flip a coin and decide?” That sounded not too bad..

“Can you do it, sir? Mike reckons one of us might cheat.” Tino rolled his eyes.

I got a coin out of my pocket. “Call it in the air.”

“Heads.” Mike said.

It landed tails side up.
“Tino is first.” I sighed, beginning to walk back to my desk.

“That’s bullshit. You’re a fag, just like him.” Mike sneered.

I whipped around. “Mr. Fuentes, would you like to stay behind for an hours detention today? Yes? Great, see you then.” I Said bitterly, and walked right back to my desk and began looking through the sheets I had asked everyone to fill in throughout the day.

About halfway through the lesson, Mike and Tino switched places, like I had said, but I got bored and grabbed one of the many guitars, and began to play a song I had written, I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket, and hummed the words.

Once I had finished the song, the bell went, signalling end of the day.

Perfect timing.

The class began to file out leaving just Mike in his seat, earbuds in.
A few minutes after the bell went, Jaime burst in the door.

“TONY! LETS GET IC-Oh, hi Mike.” Jaime muttered the last part, finally seeing Mike sitting in the class.

“Mr. Preciado.” Mike muttered, acknowledging Jaime.

“Mr. Perry, I will meet you in the coffee shop across the road” Jaime put on his professional voice and walked out the classroom awkwardly.

Mike waited until Jaime had left until he spoke up.

“So you’re fucking the councillor?” He spat harshly, with a disgusted expression on his face.

I simply ignored him.

“Fag, I’m fucking talking to you!”

And that’s when I flipped..

Notes

I Hope you like this, It was quite fun to write :) The next chapter will be in Mike's POV, probably in 2 days, maybe later if I get bored. Sorry! :)

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