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[fervidorian]

Who:fervidorian and [OPEN]
What: Detention!
Where: Jon's classroom
When: Monday
Rating: PG

Sometimes Jon really hated the fact that he had decided to go to college. What use was a college degree when he was swamped in student loans that he was seemingly never going to pay off? It was only the fact that he was a little behind on his payments that had led him

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[allshowbusiness]

If there was one thing Charlotte Avery did not routinely experience, it was detention. She had never had issues with getting out of trouble with teachers-- usually, an innocent, abashed look and a feigned apology was enough to get them to deliver a semi-stern lecture before sending her on her way. She'd managed to get this far in school without more than a tardy slip.

But apparently the new history teacher had it in for her. She didn't know what his issue was, but getting detention for showing up late to class when she had had (for once) a legitimate reason-- she had been in the bathroom, dealing with female issues that he would not have wanted proof of-- was just not okay. So it was with a slight scowl that Charlotte shifted her books onto one arm, heading down towards the detention room. She hoped that it was one of the english teachers; they liked her well enough, and she could probably get them to sign her off early with promises of a performance for their class in the next week

[fervidorian]

Jon looked up at the first student who walked in, and had to suppress a groan when he saw Charlotte Avery standing in the doorway. He had known enough girls like her in high school, girls who thought that fluttering their eyelashes and sticking out their breasts would be more than enough to get them whatever they wanted - and most of the time, they were completely right. Was Jon a little less tolerant of students of her type than he was of others? Well, maybe. But Jon wasn’t planning on being particularly lenient on anyone; the bitches who had once made his life a living hell seemed a good enough place to start.

“Thanks for deigning to grace us with your presence,” he drawled, outstretching his hand for the slip that he had assigned to her only hours before. “Take a seat and get to work and I’m sure the hour will fly by.” Not that he knew. He hadn’t ever gotten detention in high school, even if he wasn’t quite so sure how he had managed that.

[allshowbusiness]

A slight raise of her brow was the only reaction he was going to get out of her just yet, and she gave his extended hand a moment's notice before ignoring it and heading to her seat. He knew exactly why she was there; he could wait until she had a free hand to get the stupid slip.

Dropping her books on the first desk in a row, Charlotte let out a small sigh of relief (they were heavy, okay, and apparently it was a mortal sin to go to the parking lot if you had detention). Leaning against the edge of the desktop, she bit at the corner of her nail, appraising him silently.

"I still can't believe you gave me detention for being late once. It was five minutes, and it's not like I was skipping class."

[fervidorian]

Jon curled his hand into a fist and place it back onto the table. Charlotte was certainly charming. "Sit down," he said, ignoring her complaint. He had been very clear at the beginning of the year just what he expected from all his students -- if she chose to ignore his no-tardy policy, then fine, deal with the consequences.

"Get to work," he repeated. He was in no mood to deal with anyone's bullshit, not when he had two classes worth of papers to grade and a pounding headache.

[apoorboy]

Jesse wandered in from the hallway a good 15 minutes late to his detention, a smug, lazy smile on his lips. He barely cast a glance in his teacher's direction, well aware that this disrespect could only provoke further irritation.

The detention was for making good on his threat to sleep through class, but Jesse thought it had been well worth it to miss a lecture on... well, he wasn't really sure what Kohler had been droning on about, but it probably wouldn't have been worthy of Jesse's valuable time and attention. He'd just grinned when the older man told him archly that he was welcome to finish his nap in detention, and handed him a small slip of paper, Jesse's first of this nature. Most teachers had learned to tolerate his indifference and occasional disrespect.

"What'd I miss?" he asked cheerfully, taking a seat next to Charlotte.

[fervidorian]

Jon didn't look up from his desk. "I hope you're prepared to come back next week, because I'm certainly not signing off on your detention slip when you waltz in fifteen minutes late." He really shouldn't have been surprised at the pathetic caliber of students here at McKinley, but it didn't make it any less depressing. Sleeping through history? Clearly that was what math class was for.

"I'd move if I were you," he instructed, circling an egregious fallacy in the paper he was grading and carefully writing "WRONG" next to it in green pen. "I don't take kindly to talking in detention." Not that he really gave a shit, but it would be fun to screw the kid over even more.

[apoorboy]

"If you're not signing off on my detention slip, I don't have to be here," Jesse shot back, feigning relief. He winked at Charlotte and stood as if to leave, expecting to be stopped at any second.

[fervidorian]

"Perfect," Jon said, rolling his eyes. "Get out of here and don't bother me again. And don't fall asleep in class next time. I'm not averse to corporal punishment and I'm fairly certain the principal doesn't even know what that means."