Manners

"Good morning class!" Shouted Mr. Johnson, enthusiastically.

"Good morning Mr. Johnson," we all moaned.

"I see we're all are already tired from the first two days of schools, eh?"

The droopy eyes of all the tired seniors answered the question. Probably because everyone had to stay up late to finish the homework that all the teachers had simultaneously given.

It's like they like ganging up on us. The only reason I didn't stay up all night, scrambling to finish Ms. Cassandra's 24 problem calculous packet was because she pitied me and only gave me ten problems.

All the teachers do that. Every single one had a private meeting with Lila in my Freshmen year, which caused all of them to have a soft spot for me. All teachers let me off easy, saying they understand what I'm going through and would you like to come over to dinner tonight?

The worst part is that I am a really bad student. I barely have a C- average and I really don't deserve the special treatment I get. Everyone hates me more for the teacher's pet I am. The only teacher I've ever liked was Mr. Johnson, although he sympathies me more than any other teacher, he is a true English teacher and I deeply respect him.

You might ask, how could a student have a teacher more than one year? Well, the program at Cape Cod Academy is different than regular public schools. The teachers that work here are exceptional and have a wide expansion of knowledge of their subject. So each teacher is sorted into one of three categories instead of one of four grades. In a nutshell, the three categories are stupid, average, and smart.

All my classes are taught by the stupid or "vacuous" teachers. Staff uses the word vacuous because it's another word for unintelligent but no one bothers to look the word up. The only sagacious (the word used for smart) class I'm in, is English.

Fortunately I'm smart enough to be in "varsity" choir and study hall. Yes, my school uses the word varsity for all advanced electives, as if they were all sports.

"Well you better wake up because auditions for the play start on Monday!" As if everyone got electrocuted, everyone raised their heavy heads off their desks, suddenly interested. Mr. Johnson actually puts on the best school plays, even though he always has a tight budget. It was only until last year when Mrs. Jensen, our principal finally set up proper funding for drama club, cutting off the horrid chess club.

"Okay so this year, the drama department finally got the money needed for proper equipment and we are putting on Greece!" The whole class erupted in side conversations and excited squeals.

"Now! Now! Settle down!" Shouted Mr. Johnson.

"There will a list of songs that I have chosen which you will use for auditions." I chorus of groans spread through the room, I was also among those groans. The songs he chooses are always strenuous to memorize and brutally long.

"But! If you have a solo in the up coming choir concert, I will except that as your audition!" Mr. Johnson hollered over the noise of the class.

"Everyone be quiet! I need to take attendance!" Mr. Johnson shouted helplessly. Suddenly, the door swung open and hit the wall with a bang, probably marking the wall. And there stood a very messy looking Louis and Jourdan.

It looked as if they both had dressed in a car that was moving 90 miles per hour. Louis's shirt was backwards and inside out, his shoelaces carelessly left untied, and his barn door, wide open. Jourdan looked slightly better (although she always managed to look better than everyone), her clothes not as wrinkled and zippers were zipped, but her hair looked like she had been electrocuted, her make up was put on lopsided, and her fake eyelashes weren't completely glued onto her real ones.

Someone whistled from the back.

"Looks like Louis and Jourdan had a sleepover!" Someone snickered. Catcalls followed behind as Louis and Jourdan, cooly, as this had happened thousands of times before, sat down in their assigned seats. I felt like my intestines were being pulled out of my stomach and like I was going to throw up.

"Miss Gates, Mr. Tomlinson, glad you could make it." Mr. Johnson said, with an edge in his voice. Everyone knew that when Mr. Johnson used last names, he was angry, Jourdan obviously knew this as well, her face paling three shades lighter than normal. But Louis was oblivious to that fact that he was probably going to get a real pounding very soon and sat with ease.

He always sat with his arms on his desk, leaning forward slightly and his long legs spread apart. It looked quiet comfortable to me, but today, the way he sat might of just killed him from embarrassment if it wasn't for his easy-going personality.

"Mr. Tomlinson, I'm noticing that a certain zipper is not zipped and a few red and black stripes are in sight that the wide hole your pants provide." All the of the class shamelessly, stared at Louis's private region and started to hoot at Louis's boxers that were visible through the widely opened hole.

If I were Louis, I would of died of embarrassment right then and there, but somehow he managed to keep it cool.

"Well that confirms my suspicion," Louis said, over the howling laughter that filled the room.

"What is that Mr. Tomlinson?" Mr. Johnson asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"That you're gay." The entire class went dead silent.

"In fact, I think you have a little crush on me." Louis smirked as Mr. Johnson's face started to turn red from either embarrassment or anger. Or both.

"Especially because, that boy on page two that you obsessed over during your entire lunch break, in the janitor's closet, looks a lot like me isn't it?" Louis asked as everyone looked at him with bewilderment. Louis stood up and slowly made his way to Mr. Johnson.

"Now, I don't remember exactly what the name of that magazine was, but I do know what type it was." Louis Tomlinson looked away from Mr. Johnson's terrified gaze and turned to face the class.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Johnson is very much gay and he very much looks at porn magazines."

"Mr. Tomlinson, go to the Principal's office, now." Mr. Johnson said through teeth clenched and white knuckles.

"With pleasure," Louis smirked before adding, "But I'm sure you've enjoyed plenty!"

"You too, Miss. Gates." Mr. Johnson pointed a fat and hairy finger to the door. When Louis and Jourdan exited the room quietly, Mr. Johnson stood up from his desk, adjusted his gray, checkered-patterned sweater and sat back down.

"Now, class we are going to do roll call," Mr. Johnson said in a low voice, thick with anger.

*********One Hour Later************

"Mrs. Jensen?"

"Yes?" The principal looked up from a paper and smiled widely when she saw me.

"I wanted to discuss the punishment of Louis Tomlinson," I said nervously.

Notes

Sorry for the long wait, way too much drama has been going on in my life. Ugh.
Anyways, tell me what you think of the chapter!
Thank you to all my faithful readers!
-Louistomlinson