Heroes High: No Pants
Heroes High
Chapter 5
"No Pants"
The next day, as Mohinder picked up the daily news from his teacher’s mailbox, he saw an announcement that caught him off guard. Throwing the other papers out immediately, and running down the hall with the poster in his hand, Mohinder walked into his class.
As he got to his desk, he could see that all of his students had already taken their seats…sort of.
Claire was on sitting on Peter’s lap, while she whispered something into his ear to make him giggle. Sylar was practicing balls of fires in his hands, and throwing them at Elle, who was throwing her own electric ones back.
Actually, everyone was in their own little bubble, all, except Micah. He sat at his desk, with his head resting on his hand, looking utterly, and completely bored. This was something that Mohinder didn’t like, after all, he thought his classes to be extremely stimulating.
And, as any responsible teacher would do, he approached Micah, “What’s the matter, Micah?”
He turned his eyes over to Mohinder, and exasperated, “You want to know what’s going on? This is a retarded class. There’s no point to it, what am I even doing here?”
Mohinder gasped, feeling quit hurt at Micah’s outburst, and shook his head in disagreement. After all, he prided himself in providing the best learning experience any meta humans could ever ask for. Where else were they going to be taught in a semi-controlled environment, and live up to their full potential?
All these sudden thoughts reminded him of something pressing, very pressing that he had to share with the rest of the class.
“Attention everyone…attention”, he asked them all to quiet down, but it seemed that it only got nosier, “SHUT UP!”
Everyone stopped talking all at once, and looked up to Mohinder, with wondering eyes.
“I have an announcement to make. It’s been brought to my attention, that it’s time to vote on ‘Most likely to…’ in each class. I have the paper here, You’ll each get one and fill in the name of whoever you think would fit in the category. When you’re done, bring them to my desk”, he instructed.
Immediately after he was done passing them out, Nathan looked at all the boxes that needed to be filled; most likely to be president one day…
He checked himself.
Most likely to be in the Olympics one day, he put Claire.
Most likely to save the world, after thinking for a moment and sighing, he shrugged and put Peter.
Most likely to be a tycoon, he put himself, of course.
Most likely to be a celebrity…he wasn’t sure what to put, and ended up putting himself again.
Most likely to become a chef , that one was a toughie. Nathan looked up, and around the class to see who his options were. There was Elle, but she would probably burn everything, so she would never make a good chef. There was also Micah, but he was only like eleven, so what did he know about cooking? No, it had to be someone with great taste in food….
His eyes finally landed on Sylar. Sure, he had a weird taste in food, I mean, who ate brains? But Nathan, was sure that regardless, Sylar was probably very good in the kitchen, so he wrote his name in the box.
He was about to turn his eyesight back down, when he noticed something very disturbing a few rows to his left. It was something so incredibly wrong, and immoral, that he couldn’t look away and ignore it.
Peter sat, with Claire on his lap while they kissed, in a very adult way…with no pants on.
Nathan gasped in disgust at the fact that Peter would forget to put his pants on, before going to school. It was the lowest most, ghastly thing, he’d ever seen. It was so bad in fact, that he stood up immediately and marched his way over to them.
“Peter!” he screeched, interrupting their make-out fest, “Sorry to brake up your make-out session, but can you explain to me how you could possibly leave the house with no pants on?”
Claire waved at Nathan, “Hi daddy!”
Nathan waved back, and smiled, but quickly changed his expression to angry, for Peter.
Peter shrugged, “Well I only had time to either put my pants on or brush my hair. I was running late this morning.”
“You woke up at five AM.”
“Well do you know how long it takes to perfectly brush my bang, in the exact place that I’m supposed to place it?” He asked, as his voice got higher.
Nathan was silent for a moment, trying to be calm and collect himself. His mom had told him many times that he had to keep his cool with Peter, cause he was sensitive and stuff, “Pete, it would have only taken you thirty seconds to put some pants on.”
Peter vehemently shook his head, “Nu uh, do you know how many buttons that thing has? It’s like a puzzle piece.”
It was evident, that he wasn’t going to budge, and Nathan decided that it would be best just to let him be. After all, one day without pants wouldn’t kill him…or would it?
….
As Mohinder sat at his desk, reviewing all the submissions for ‘Most Likely To..’, when in came Eden, skipping towards his desk. He smiled at her, and took the paper she shoved into his face, “Thank you…”
When he put the paper down, she had left, and he frowned, but looked down at what she had, handed him. It read, ‘Elect your class president!’
He groaned, just what he needed, something else to do. Wasn’t it enough that he was teaching a class about super powers? He had to teach, give tests, grade them, and now they wanted him to have them pick out a class president? The audacity of them!
“Everyone, quiet down please”, he spoke up, as he watched Nathan flying around, Peter and Claire making out, Elle and Sylar having a electro-shock fight, and Maya eyeing him while she licked her lips. He cleared his throat again, “SHUT IT!”
They all quieted down, and Nathan landed immediately on to his designated chair.
Mohinder continued, “I’ve just received the news, that, the school feels there should be a class president-”
Nathan stood up again, and raised his hand, completely interrupting as Mohinder spoke, “I elect myself.”
“Nathan, that isn’t how democracy works. Everyone has the right to nominate someone to be class president. They’re going to give the students until the end of lunch to think about who they want to elect-”
“I want to be the Class President!” Nathan whined again, “It’s my destiny.”
Sylar stood up too, “Well my destiny is to take over your identity and become the president, so I should be it instead.”
Nathan scoffed, “Yeah right, you would be a terrible president. Besides, whoever votes for me, gets to have Peter for a night.”
Almost instantly…ok maybe not. A minute after processing what Nathan had said, Peter shot up too, “Hey! You promised I wouldn’t have to do that anymore! I was sore for months.”
“Yeah, but this time it’s only a school, not New York City, Pete. It’s like one-hundredth of the people.”
Peter frowned, thinking about it, and shrugged, then sat back down, to continue his kissing with Claire.
At the opposite end of the class, Sylar stood, a little shocked that Peter would agree to such a self depriving thing, then again, he wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed. When the bell rang for lunch, He gathered his lunch box, made by his new rent-a-mommy and started going outside. As he walked though, he realized something was very wrong- He was missing Orange Chicken Sebastian….
TBC…