substitute teacher ( open )

[brandon nicholas layfon]

one.that.doesnt.know.anything


Who thought he'd end up being the teacher? For sakes he hadn't even graduated yet. Did high schools even allow semi university students to come in and teach class? Probably not, but his connection with the front desk lady managed to push all that aside. No, ew, he wasn't his lover. She was his aunt. Family always did come first in the line of things. The situation was pretty close to patronage, which was ironic, considering he was invited to come and speak about the "dark ages" of Quebec. Oh how fun. He could see the students, students he went to school with just a few years ago. Yikes. Hopefully nobody he knew would show up. That could be embarrassing. Not to mention awkward. Maybe even a bit silly. And awkward. Did he forget to include awkward?

Standing outside of the highschool with a suit and a small briefcase, Brandon prepared himself for the onslaught of teachers who'd all flock to him in an attempt to say hi and began walking. He had chosen to come a bit late, enough to avoid most of the hallway wanderers but not so he'd be horrifically late for his class or anything. The room he was booked in was 201, and the class was a mix of seniors and juniors. Which meant he had about zero percent chance to avoid seeing his former "schoolmates" from two years ago. Maybe it would have been safer to post on Facebook or something he was coming today. Next time, definitely.

Making his way up the stairs and turning right (just like how he remembered two years ago), Brandon, or Mr. Layfon in this case, stopped before opening the door to th-his classroom. People were already in there, he could tell by the noises of airplane throwing and spitball launching. It could have been just his imagination but- Taking a deep breath Brandon pushed on the door handle and plunged into the classroom, not daring to look at any of the students sitting before him. He dropped his briefcase on the floor beside the "teacher's" table and took a moment to fix his tie. Eventually, with shaking eyes he looked up. Oh gaw- Holy crap, that was a lot of students.

[alfredo gabriel johnson]

being late to class was one thing. alfredo being late to class was a totally different story. he always had a good excuse as to why he couldn't make it to class on time and this was just another one of those typical days. he recalled one time telling his teacher that this girl was choking on a hot dog in the cafeteria and he rushed to her rescue. she had thanked him so much that they ended up making out for a few minutes and he totally lost track of time. even though his teacher didn't approve of the excuse, he still earned cool points from his fellow classmates. alfredo was just one of those boys that wanted to be remembered for something, whether it was the school's quarterback, homecoming king, that nerd being thrown in the trash can, etc. actually, alfredo's motives were to get the haters off of teasing his name and look to him as that kid they want at every party possible.

"sorry, i'm late. i was..." he was totally unaware of the fact that his teacher wasn't in class today. he had no idea that he would be needing a rehearsed excuse for a substitute teacher until he walked through the door and opened his mouth to speak, but came across an entirely different person at the front of the class. "oh. who are you?" alfredo questioned, sitting himself down at an empty desk near the back of the class, propping his feet up on the desk beside him. alfredo was the type of boy who didn't bring any materials to class. he could care less whether a student had occupied that desk or not since his attention was mainly focused on the man at the teacher's desk. "you're definitely not the hot teacher who's in charge of this class. what did you do to her?" alfredo wasn't happy that his favorite blonde bombshell teacher wasn't in the classroom for him to admire.

[brandon nicholas layfon]

one.that.doesnt.know.anything


He wasn't never gonna have kids if things kept going like this. In fact he was to intent on staring at his students Brandon didn't even bother to turn and yell at the latecomer who entered. He couldn't recongize anyone facially, but who knows. He had like 1700 Facebook friends, any one of them could be in the room, sitting and staring back at him. It wasn't until he was addressed that he snapped out of it and turned to look at someone.

And what he saw didn't make him feel any more at ease. The guy who'd come late had migrated from the door to a desk near the back and was now staring at him. Or Brandon supposed it wasn't just A desk the kid was taking up. It was more like two, or one and a half. Jeez, he was never that good at math. "Uh my name is Bra- Mr. Layfon. Your teacher is away on personal business and has asked me to fill in for her." He coughed at his white lie. She wasn't really away on personal business, well not business anyway. From the way she looked this morning, when she asked him to sub in, Brandon could tell she was more or less going on a hot date. And by the way she was dressing, it was probably Brad Pitt or something.

Regaining his posture, "Mr. Layfon" pulled out a stack of papers he meant to take notes ons about the class and peered at the class list attached to it. He had almost forgotten how dull the attendance system of high school was. Taking the list he strolled to the front of the classroom and peered at Mr. Two Tables. "And what is your name?" He couldn't believe he was just about to check a kid off for being late. He hated it when teachers did that when he was in school, but now it just seemed fun. No wonder teachers became teachers.