99 Jump Street (A Brooklyn Nine-Nine Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Jake walked into Algebra a few minutes late and hurried to the back of the room. He found a seat next to a small blonde kid with glasses and sat down, trying not to draw attention to himself.

"Alright class, clear your desks. All you'll need is a pencil and your calculator."

The entire class seemed to groan simultaneously.

"Hey, what's going on?" Jake asked to the kid sitting next to him.

"We have a test, dude," the boy said, flashing the teacher a dirty look. "He sucks. We get pop quizzes almost every day."

Jake groaned inwardly. There was absolutely no way he was going to survive this class.

Jake looked over at the teacher, a chubby, middle aged man with thick glasses. He could tell just by looking at him that the man hated his job. He looked miserable.

"Dude looks like George Costanza," Jake said, hoping to get a laugh out of the kid. He could use an ally.

He was only met with a look of confusion. "Who's George Costanza?"

Jake's eyes went wide. "You've never watched Seinfeld?"

"Nope. My mom watches that show though. She's probably about your age."

"What?!" Jake asked, not able to hide how offended he was. "How old do you think I am?"

"I don't know... 35-ish? Maybe older..."

Jake suddenly burst into a fit of fake laughter. "Ha! Uh...um..."

"It's Alex," the boy responded.

"Oh, Alex!" Jake laughed, picking up right where he left off. "You are a card, man! Hilarious! Me, 35! Who in their right mind would-"

"C'mon, man, you can drop the act. I get you're not a student here, it's cool."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Al, I really-"

"I was in chemistry with you during third period," Alex said. "I know your real name isn't Dante Fireheart, or at least I hope to God it isn't. And I  definitely  know you're not 18."

"Fine," Jake pouted. "If you  must know, I'm actually 19. I got held back once. I'm still very sensitive about it."

Alex could barely muffle his laughter. "I hate to burst your bubble 'Dante', but I know you're a cop."

Jake froze. The boy had said it loud enough for a few people behind them to hear. He heard two girls in the back row begin to whisper and giggle.

He was dead. His cover was blown.

Jake grabbed Alex roughly by the shoulder, trying to keep his anger subdued.

"My dad's a cop, I saw you coming a mile away," Alex continued. "I mean, it's pretty obvious..."

It took all of Jake's willpower not to scream at him."Hallway. Now," Jake growled, giving the boy an icy glare.

"But Mr.Reid is just about to hand out the quiz," Alex said.

"Doesn't matter," Jake said. "This is important."

"It matters to me! I'm gonna flunk if I fail one more test, my parents are gonna kill me!"

Despite the more important issues at hand, Jake couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for Alex. He remembered what it was like to have to bring home F's and warning notes to his parents.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Jake's head. He had a plan.

Without warning, Jake stood up and held his test high above his head.