It All Started In A McDonald's...

A/N - Lucky you lot, extra Jamie'N'Co™ being idiots :)

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"OK, maths," MJ said, checking her watch. "Two minutes. Are we ready?"

"OK, to double, triple, quadruple and quintuple check, we definitely have a cover teacher for this lesson, right?" Ned checked, and everyone sighed. He'd only asked one hundred times now.

"Yes!" I said, sighing. "Mr Evans got three months suspension. It's only been, what, five and a half weeks? He's not going to be back yet. We're safe." Ned was terrible when it came to making me doubt myself. Seriously. He could convince himself into it then get worked up, then we'd all get worked up, and it'd all go to shit. We couldn't afford that.

"Stop being so paranoid, Ned," MJ dismissed him, waving her hand. "Nothing's going to get in between us and our plan for world domination. I mean an epic prank."

Ned laughed, but I had a very unusual sinking feeling added to the hype I was feeling. It confused me somewhat, and I tried to shake it off, but it stayed until we got inside the maths class. One look at Peter confirmed he felt the same thing. MJ and Ned were clearly oblivious.

Weird.

We were already sat in our seats when the teacher came in. And ordered us out. And shit.

Why was I not surprised to see Mr Evan Evans, yellow contacts and all, enter the class in that horrible mood he was always in during our lessons?

Well... no. I was actually incredibly surprised. So surprised I couldn't move. MJ had to nudge me and pull me to my feet to spur me into action, and even then, my eyes never left him – possibly my least favourite person ever. Exactly how I remembered him. Dull cropped hair and glasses and those stupid yellow contact lenses. I'd forgotten that he was actually taller than me. I didn't like people to be taller than me (even though that was a lot of people).

MJ and I were two of the last to leave the classroom. I caught Mr Evans's eye and he glared right back as I passed, but neither of us said anything. Not until the whole class was lined up outside in the way he always insisted on before we entered. I guess with the cover teacher we'd all gotten complacent and forgotten the basic rules. The unnecessary basic rules which I was clearly no good at following.

The others being – no swearing, no talking back at the teacher, no disagreeing with the teacher, no shouting at the teacher, no sign of even the most mild rebellion towards the teacher. I mean, at least those could be justified.

Fuck. Why the hell was he back?

It took him a whole minute of prowling up and down our line before he was satisfied. I almost found myself hissing like a cat every time he passed, and I think the feeling was mutual. At least he didn't try to arrange us alphabetically or in age order or something stupid like that. I'd probably end up being first in both cases, so no thank you.

"Cancel the prank?" MJ hissed to me when sir was out of earshot.

"Yeah," I sighed. Being in this class with this teacher was murder enough. Pulling a prank? Suicide. "Why the fuck is he back?"

MJ just had time to shrug before we were ushered into the class in silence, taking our seats without talking. I kept glaring at Mr Evans as though that might make him disappear so we could carry on with our April Fools pranks. Shit. Way to ruin it, sir.

And here I was, only just questioning his impractical choice of both glasses and contacts after all this time.

Idiot.

I was jolted from my thoughts by a sudden bang as Mr Evans slammed his hands on the desk to get our attention and stop whispering gossip amongst ourselves. He looked about as happy as we were to be here. "So. Happy to see me?"