History Class w/ Chris Evans

Chapter One

You walked down the halls on crisp, September day, this history class was your last period of the day. You were exhausted, junior year had been no joke so far, and it was only your first day. Luckily, what you had heard from seniors was that Mr. Evans was the best history teacher you could get. He barely gave tests or assignments, and half the class wasn't even used for teaching.

"Y/n? Y/n?" your friend, Daphne stepped out in front of you.

You blinked, trying to bring yourself out of your thoughts and back into the bleak hallway, "What?"

"Look, I'm just trying to prep you for this class, this dude, this teacher, Mr. Evans, is very attractive and I'm gonna need you not to make a fool of yourself ok?"

Despite the fact you had always attended your high school, you had never seen Mr. Evans, he was barely ever on campus, part of the time he had to be, and your school didn't include staff photos in yearbooks.

"Ok, no offense but, I've seen your taste in guys, ok? Not to mention that this dude barely even does his job, no loser can be that hot?"

"May I remind you of your ex?" Your friend said as they opened the door to the classroom.

"Oh my God he's not even in the classroom" you thought to yourself as you picked a seat.

"Well he must be pretty chill if he lets us pick our own seats, at have group tables instead of the stupid singular rows" Hannah, one of your table mates said. You, your friend, Hannah, and Caroline were all sitting at a table, you all knew each other, and you all knew Hannah was right, no teacher does this on the first day.

"The question is if this is actually gonna stay this way, or if it's just a 'I'm gonna be nice on the first day' thing and then the next day it's assigned seating for the rest of the year." You said in a sarcastic tone. The bell rang as you heard the door open and silence fall over the class, you turned away from your friend's faces and faced the front. At the front of the classroom was quite honestly, the hottest guy you had ever seen, he seemed energized too, which didn't add up to this chill teacher profile you had made. He was young and didn't look like a lousy football coach that was forced to teach a group of Juniors. He had a beard, which you had put in your stereotypical profile in your imagination, but this beard was different, it made his face look soft, and friendly, the beard looked groomed, not something formed out of laziness or an attempted gruff look used to "charm the ladies". Lastly, he was dressed professionally, so based on this you could make the assumption he took work seriously, or at least, acted somewhat professional.

"Good afternoon 6th period! I'm Mr. Evans, your US History teacher! But if you want to, I'm comfortable with you calling me Chris" He paused, breaking his smile for a second.

"Now, I'm sure a lot of you have heard about my class through my previous students, maybe that it's easy, I'm relaxed, hopefully not that it's hard"

He laughed while the rest of the class let out a relieved laugh as well.

"In a few minutes we'll go over this course and my teaching style, but for now I had some first-day cookies." He took a large container from his desk as a symphony of yeses and oooos were let out.

"Holy shit I was totally wrong about this guy" You whispered to your table members. You liked history a lot, so when you heard he was relaxed, you just had figured you wouldn't learn much, which was good in a way, because it would mean less homework for you, but bad because, well, you wouldn't learn much.

"Me too, why didn't the seniors tell us that he was nice?"

"I don't know but, isn't' he kind of new to the school, like he's only been here for like, four years?"

Everyone at your table quickly hushed as Mr. Evans, or Chris, were you comfortable calling a teacher Chris? Well, Chris rolls off the tongue better, as Chris came to your table and handed you all an obviously home-made cookie. Since you were the last table to get yours, Chris was back at the front.

"My mom always makes cookies for my new students, I would make them myself, but I'm not much of a baker. And before you all ask or start rumors, no I don't live with my mom." The class stifled a laugh at his comment.

"Ok so, get to know me, get to know me," He swung his hands casually muttering the latter half of his sentence as he walked over to his desk and pulled up a slideshow and projected it to the tv in the front of the class.

"Ok! So some quick facts, my name is Chris Evans, I'm 33, and I'm from Sudbury, which some of you may know." Nods and "oh yeah"'s filled the class briefly. Sudbury wasn't too far, you had driven through there once or twice.

"So, first up, how did I get into teaching history? I've always been a little interested in politics, but it wasn't something I wanted to do as a job, U.S History is something kind of similar, and allows me to really teach politics early on to young adults in a neutral setting, which I love. So, when I went to college, I luckily already knew what I wanted to do. I worked as a professor at Boston University before I came here three years ago, no I wasn't fired. Honestly? I just like the casualness of highschool and being out of the big city. I'm a big introvert so lecturing 100-200 kids at a time and working in a big city wasn't my favorite thing. Fun fact - I actually wanted to be an actor for s short bit of time, that's why I actually went to college at UCLA, I was actually offered a big role for Captain America, but that, that role option kinda made me realise, I didn't want to be famous, I just liked acting as a hobby." He took a deep breath. "God, I don't know what I'm doing. This is like a whole Goddamn life story, sorry guys I'm almost done. So I have a dog named Dodger" He clicked the next slide to show Dodger. "I'm also an uncle, almost all my siblings live here in Massachusetts, except for my brother, Scott, who acts in L.A." Another deep breath. "Ok now for the fun part, how I like to teach my class. I don't do tests and I don't do homework. I have anxiety, and I remember high school, it, it was stressful, especially Junior year, God, I hated that year. So I kinda get what you guys are going through and I get you guys don't need more homework." He changed slides again, "I like to teach really interactively, we have a lot of class discussions, class plays, but don't worry, the plays never see the light of day outside of this class. Once we get started you guys will understand how the class works a bit more." He got a stack of papers and handed out a sheet of paper.

"Here's the syllabus, have your parents sign it, sign it, turn it in within the next two weeks for a 100."

"As for how I'll get to know you? However you want, make a slideshow, make a movie, write three sentences, write ten. All I want is to get to know you guys, so I expect something turned it, this is an important assignment because it's YOUR history. However, if you make it fun you do get ten points of extra credit. Turn it in on Wednesday, that gives you over a week, plenty of time. Let's do names, shall we?"

A/n: Let's hope taking honors english for almost two years has paid off lmfaooo. I didn't run this through grammarly so I probably will read this later and hate myself but whatever. 

Note for Jana: Hi girly! Make sure to send this to Dixie and Charli for me 🤪. Lmao I'd sacrifice myself for them. Anyways happy almost birthday!