99 Jump Street (A Brooklyn Nine-Nine Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

"Alright, class," Boyle announced in his most authoritative voice. "Let's open up our textbooks to Chapter 9. We have a lot to go over today."

The whole class seemed to sink a little further into their chairs.

"But before we start today's lesson," Boyle continued, "Let's do a quick review of what we went over from last class. Now Freddie, why don't you tell the class about the four P's of marketing."

"Okay...uh...um...there's the product..."

"Very good!"

"Uh...price..."

"There we go!'

"Umm......promotion?"

"Yes! Good job, Freddie. Just one more to go!"

"And...and....pussy!"

Charles sighed as Freddie got a fist-bump from his friend and an eye roll from the girl sitting next to him.

"That is not appropriate at all, Mr.Banks," Boyle said. "Now I'd like you to please apologize."

"Sorry, ladies," Freddie muttered.

Boyle supposed that would have to do.

"Yo, Mr.Boyle, is there any way we could postpone the quiz tomorrow?" Freddie's friend asked. "I don't feel ready for it."

"That's what today's class is for, Brendan," Boyle replied. "We might even get to play Review Bingo!"

"Review  Bingo?"  Brendan asked. "We're not in kindergarten."

"You guys don't want to play Review Bingo?" Boyle asked, looking a little disappointed.

No one responded. They didn't care one way or the other, but Boyle took it as a sign that they didn't want to play.

"Well, that's alright," Charles said quickly. "Luckily I still have some Review color-by-number sheets lying around...now where did I put those...."

"Color -by -number?"  Freddie asked. "That's even more lame!"

"Lame?" Charles asked in shock. "In what world is color-by-number not an instant classic?!"

"Dude, why are you even bothering to do this?" Freddie asked.

"To do what?"

"Teach."

"It's my job!" Charles said passionately.

"No, you're a substitute teacher," Freddie said. "You're only job is to make sure we don't kill each other."

"Freddie's right," Brendan said. "And most of the subs can't even do that!"

"Well, I took a sworn oath to this school system to always educate my students to the best of my abilities, and I will not go back on my word!"

"What oath?"

"That's confidential!"

"Hey Mr.Boyle? I have a question," Brendan's friend asked innocently.

"Yes Kenny?"

"How do you get your pants to look like that?"

Boyle was flattered. "Well, you see, I get all of my slacks at the Gap..."

"I know how he does it," Freddie said, pulling his pants up past his rib-cage. "There. Mr.Boyle pants."

"That looks exactly like him dude!" Brendan said.