Tom Collins, 020, Crazy
for: 100moods
Title: Cracking
Fandom: RENT
Characters: Collins, Angel, students
Prompt: Crazy
Word Count: 355
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: this is all AU
Summary: Collins cracks.
Collins was loosing his mind, or least it felt like it. He found himself fighting the urge to just go somewhere and scream. His students were slacking and badly, always something was on tv they just HAD to watch instead of doing their assignments. He groaned it was getting harder and harder to get up in the morning to go to work.
Collins wasn't a violent man by any means, but lately he's been wanting to bash a few of his students' heads in to try and knock some sense into them. He was a amn slowly losing his sanity, and about to snap. He didn't know why, or how he got to this point. He couldn't wait for the weekends, he got to sleep in, he got to spent the day with Angel, and he didn't have to see those blank uncaring faces.
Monday morning Collins woke up and groaned he had seriously debated just staying home but he knew it was too late to call, and he really didn't want to hear his boss' bitching and complaining so he got up. Got ready, and kissed Angel goodbye smiling at her sleepy face as she looked up at him and left.
The day was bad, he got to class and they were all over when he asked them to take their seats they ignored him. He furrowed a brow and picked up a book and threw it at the wall. That got their attention as they scrambled to their seats. Then in an eerily calm voice the students had never heard from him before he spoke.
"Alright now. Who completed their homework assignment from last night?"
He watched as not even one single person raised their hand, that's it he snapped he just couldn't handle this anymore. He packed his bag and walked out walking into the men's bathroom. Punched at the stall doors several times bruising his hands, cutting them open as he yelled and screamed frustrated. He calmly cleaned up the little blood and walked off NYU property, went back home and just crawled in bed, his hands wrapped in bandages. Much to the confusion of Angel.
Title: Cracking
Fandom: RENT
Characters: Collins, Angel, students
Prompt: Crazy
Word Count: 355
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: this is all AU
Summary: Collins cracks.
Collins was loosing his mind, or least it felt like it. He found himself fighting the urge to just go somewhere and scream. His students were slacking and badly, always something was on tv they just HAD to watch instead of doing their assignments. He groaned it was getting harder and harder to get up in the morning to go to work.
Collins wasn't a violent man by any means, but lately he's been wanting to bash a few of his students' heads in to try and knock some sense into them. He was a amn slowly losing his sanity, and about to snap. He didn't know why, or how he got to this point. He couldn't wait for the weekends, he got to sleep in, he got to spent the day with Angel, and he didn't have to see those blank uncaring faces.
Monday morning Collins woke up and groaned he had seriously debated just staying home but he knew it was too late to call, and he really didn't want to hear his boss' bitching and complaining so he got up. Got ready, and kissed Angel goodbye smiling at her sleepy face as she looked up at him and left.
The day was bad, he got to class and they were all over when he asked them to take their seats they ignored him. He furrowed a brow and picked up a book and threw it at the wall. That got their attention as they scrambled to their seats. Then in an eerily calm voice the students had never heard from him before he spoke.
"Alright now. Who completed their homework assignment from last night?"
He watched as not even one single person raised their hand, that's it he snapped he just couldn't handle this anymore. He packed his bag and walked out walking into the men's bathroom. Punched at the stall doors several times bruising his hands, cutting them open as he yelled and screamed frustrated. He calmly cleaned up the little blood and walked off NYU property, went back home and just crawled in bed, his hands wrapped in bandages. Much to the confusion of Angel.