After Class 3/? - The Class
I hope this chapter gives you a more of an idea of the story. Thx to Jane for all her help!!!
Tazzy
xoxox
They reached Room 5B in a few minutes, neither of them trying to start a conversation. John glanced through the glass of the door, able to see his first class of the day. They were already making a hell of a racket.
“Here ya go. Good luck,” Rodney laughed. John didn’t exactly have the easiest class to teach for his first period, and Rodney felt kinda sorry for the guy.
“Thanks. I’m gonna need it,” John took a deep breath and grasped the door knob. He plastered a beaming smile on his face as he strode to the front of his class, silencing them instantly. The whole class was shocked to see this gorgeous young man standing at the front. John looked up and scanned the faces.
“Good morning, class. I’m very sorry that I’m late. The traffic was terrible. I’m Mr Sheppard. I’m going to take over from Mr Spending. I shouldn’t need to explain what happened to Mr Spending. I believe it was announced this morning over the PA system.” The class didn’t seem to question John, and, to be honest, he was thankful for that. It had already been a helluva morning.
“Okay, I’m gonna take the register now. If I don’t call your name, please tell me. I apologize in advance for pronouncing any names incorrectly.”
The rest of the class seemed to go without a hitch. The students seemed to be open to his new ideas of teaching; they even joined in and got into the spirit of the activities. John was enjoying himself until,
“Sir?” a girl asked. He identified who was speaking before acknowledging her question.
“Yes, Maria?”
“Do you have a girlfriend, cuz Annabel thinks you’re cute,” she finished. John laughed out loud and smiled.
“Annabel, I’m flattered, but I’m gay.” John honestly didn’t expect the response he got. He didn’t expect the instant silence and the cold hard stares from the boys in the class.
“You’re a fucking fag?” questioned one. He certainly didn’t expect that.
“No Jason, I am not a ‘fag,’ I’m gay. Please do not use that language in my classroom.” John was fuming. He couldn’t believe that his students were using such vulgar language, and aiming it at him. If there was one thing he loathed, it was ignorance.
“Yeah, but you screw men, so you’re a fag. You shouldn’t be allowed to teach children.” That hurt John. His sexuality had nothing to do with his competence as a teacher.
“One more word from any of you, and you’re all on detention for the next month! You think I’m bluffing? I dare one of you to try it!! I DARE YOU!” By this time John’s heart was beating twice as fast, his face was red with anger and he was shouting.
The class once again fell silent, and they were saved by the sound of the bell. John sat at his desk and watched them all leave, wondering if he had made a big mistake by telling them.
A/N Hehe I love it when John gets angry ::Grrrrr:: lol Feedback is welcomed =D
Thx for reading!!!!
Tazzy
xoxox
They reached Room 5B in a few minutes, neither of them trying to start a conversation. John glanced through the glass of the door, able to see his first class of the day. They were already making a hell of a racket.
“Here ya go. Good luck,” Rodney laughed. John didn’t exactly have the easiest class to teach for his first period, and Rodney felt kinda sorry for the guy.
“Thanks. I’m gonna need it,” John took a deep breath and grasped the door knob. He plastered a beaming smile on his face as he strode to the front of his class, silencing them instantly. The whole class was shocked to see this gorgeous young man standing at the front. John looked up and scanned the faces.
“Good morning, class. I’m very sorry that I’m late. The traffic was terrible. I’m Mr Sheppard. I’m going to take over from Mr Spending. I shouldn’t need to explain what happened to Mr Spending. I believe it was announced this morning over the PA system.” The class didn’t seem to question John, and, to be honest, he was thankful for that. It had already been a helluva morning.
“Okay, I’m gonna take the register now. If I don’t call your name, please tell me. I apologize in advance for pronouncing any names incorrectly.”
The rest of the class seemed to go without a hitch. The students seemed to be open to his new ideas of teaching; they even joined in and got into the spirit of the activities. John was enjoying himself until,
“Sir?” a girl asked. He identified who was speaking before acknowledging her question.
“Yes, Maria?”
“Do you have a girlfriend, cuz Annabel thinks you’re cute,” she finished. John laughed out loud and smiled.
“Annabel, I’m flattered, but I’m gay.” John honestly didn’t expect the response he got. He didn’t expect the instant silence and the cold hard stares from the boys in the class.
“You’re a fucking fag?” questioned one. He certainly didn’t expect that.
“No Jason, I am not a ‘fag,’ I’m gay. Please do not use that language in my classroom.” John was fuming. He couldn’t believe that his students were using such vulgar language, and aiming it at him. If there was one thing he loathed, it was ignorance.
“Yeah, but you screw men, so you’re a fag. You shouldn’t be allowed to teach children.” That hurt John. His sexuality had nothing to do with his competence as a teacher.
“One more word from any of you, and you’re all on detention for the next month! You think I’m bluffing? I dare one of you to try it!! I DARE YOU!” By this time John’s heart was beating twice as fast, his face was red with anger and he was shouting.
The class once again fell silent, and they were saved by the sound of the bell. John sat at his desk and watched them all leave, wondering if he had made a big mistake by telling them.
A/N Hehe I love it when John gets angry ::Grrrrr:: lol Feedback is welcomed =D
Thx for reading!!!!