It All Started In A McDonald's...

we're just fools with no april pt.2

Not really, I thought, while everyone stayed silent.

The scowl only deepened as he turned around to write the date on the board. "No? Me neither. Now," he turned around and I feel like he was staring straight at me when he asked, "did anyone actually learn anything in my absence, or am I going to have to bring you all up to scratch?"

So much for a fun-filled hour we had planned. Since admittedly I'd learned even less in the last few weeks than I normally did, this actually hit me. Probably aimed at me, to be fair. Especially after our last encounter, I wouldn't be surprised. I guess Mr Evans was just turning into a mind-reader too now.

Fantastic.

Flash, in front of me, raised his hand. Lucky for him, the douchebag teacher liked this certain douchebag student. "Sir? Why are you back?"

"I'm not allowed to come in to do my job?" Mr Evans responded.

No, not really, I thought.

"Um, it's just, there were rumours you were sacked," Flash said, and you could feel the tension in the room, like everyone was silently saying goodbye to Flash, because it seemed like he was definitely about to die. Shame. "So I guess I'm surprised to see you back so soon."

"Well. There were some changes in plans," our teacher responded, and then he looked right up at me. I swallowed the nervous tension building in my throat. Jeez, I must've been still in shock, because I couldn't remember being intimidated at all by this guy before. (No, I wasn't intimidated, my brain was just remembering the last encounter. Keep telling yourself that, Jamie.) "Ms Adams," he said, in acknowledgement.

I felt twenty five or so heads turn my way to me to see my reaction. I pursed my lips, knowing exactly what he wanted me to say. Hence the reason I didn't say it. Rather than the hello and sorry sir I knew he was expecting, I just said his name with a similar nod of acknowledgement.

"Evan."

Now everyone knew. Ha.

Sir's frown, for some reason, didn't actually deepen. In fact, it loosened into a forced neutral face. "Nice to know we're on first name terms now, Jamie."

Wait, what?

I turned to MJ, who looked at me, eyebrows raised and a questioning look in her eyes. I shot back an identical look. Since when did I pass a remark like that in front of this teacher and not earn an immediate detention? Was he ill or something?

By the way the rest of the class was whispering, I suspected they were feeling the same.

Until Mr Evans slammed his hand back down on the desk to shut us up. "Hey! Shut it!" We shut it. So he wasn't feeling ill then. But I felt like I was missing something, as per usual. Fake niceness? Satisfied with the silence, sir rubbed his hands together before fake-smiling. (Fake niceness it was.) "OK, what did we get up to in our lessons then?"

Flash was the only one who raised his hand. He made a fatal mistake by talking before sir chose him. "We were due to start-"

"No, I don't want you to tell me," he said, cutting Flash off mid-sentence. Damn, I wished I could be sitting next to him just to see his reaction. It was one of those rare moments this teacher actually made me want to laugh.

His eyes moved to just behind me, so I assumed Peter must've put his hand up.

That was brave of him.

"Mr Parker, long time no see. How's your aunt doing these days?" Mr Evans said, causing MJ and I to turn to each other with a disturbed expression on our faces. Jeez, we were too dirty minded for our own good.