The More Things Change (Shawn Hunter)

Father Knows Less

A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.

We were in Mr. Feeny's class, we were supposed to be doing a test. I'm pretty sure I zoned out again. I had spent a solid hour tracing over my wrapped hand staring at an empty square wall. I had been so lost in my head, I didn't hear Mr. Feeny say "All right, class, time's up. Please pass your test papers to the front of your rows." Instead I sat, staring at the wall as he made his rounds between the rows in the class. I felt a hand on mine but it was like I was frozen in time.

"Mr. Minkus, this test didn't require an essay answer... but how refreshing that you've chosen to include one." Mr. Feeny said with fake appreciation before he noticed me lost in my trance. "Ms. Archer, are you alright?" He asked. I didn't have a chance to answer before Minkus interrupted.

"She probably got bored with the test because it was so easy. That's why I had to add the essay section." Minkus patted himself on the back. I rolled my eyes. I already had such a headache and honestly Minkus was making it worse.

"Ahem. Suck-up." Shawn fake coughed.

"Future plumber." Minkus replied. 

Mr. Feeny looked around the class, his eyes rested on Cory's sleeping form. "Feels a C-minus short. Ah, yes. Here We are." He said as he yanked the test from under his head. The curly haired boy woke up.

"Huh? Is the test over? How'd I do?" Cory asked and I put my head in my hands. My headache was splitting.

"Looks like an "A." Mr. Feeny said and I looked at him confused. The odds of that happening is statistically IMPOSSIBLE.

"I got an "A"?" Cory asked, just as confused as I was. I looked over at Mr. Feeny and he sent me a concerned look. One that said he would ask me about it later.

"No. "A" is the only answer you put down... before you slipped into the coma." Our teacher replied. Shawn and I tried to hold back our laughter.

"So, what did I get?" Cory asked, anxiously.

"Well, you answered one question out of forty, and got it wrong. So what grade do you think he's going to give you?" I asked, which caused Shawn to start cackling beside me.

"Can it be found at the beginning of the word 'fajita'?" Cory asked, looking up at Mr. Feeny with the kind of hope in his eyes that almost made me feel bad for how badly this whole thing was going to go.

"Si. senor." Mr. Feeny responded contently.

"Come on, Mr. Feeny. I was up till after midnight." I looked over at Cory, knowing he'd just shot himself in the foot.

"Oh, and what earth-shattering event... kept you up till that time of night?" Mr. Feeny asked. I'm pretty sure that question was rhetorical because Cory has no interest in anything remotely educational.

"A no-hitter." I called it!

"You got to stay up and watch the game?" Shawn looked like Cory was dangling from the stars with a gold medal and a trophy made of crystals.

"Yeah. With my dad." Cory smiled at Shawn but all smiles dropped when Mr. Feeny spoke.

"Ah, baseball. Silly me. I thought you might've stayed up... for something frivolous, like the announcement... from Stockholm of the Nobel Prizes." He said and I leaned back in my seat. Shawn took my hand and squeezed when he noticed I was starting to zone out again.

"Biophysics... Dr. Ira Soochek. Medicine... Dr. Lin Yi Pao. Economics... Professor Narwhal Fowab. And I'm fresh as a daisy." Minkus said, looking over at me with a flirty gleam in his eye. I shuttered, because every part of me despised when he looked at me like that.