Still Mr. Cock:
Around an hour later the busses started coming and the 7th graders started entering through the outside to the inside gym as the other grades went through the other doors entering into the school. The 7th graders were cursing a lot but I thought it wasn't that much of a problem. Mr. Daddy walked in and started yelling at the kids to stop cursing and hurry up and get to class. I blushed a little at his firmness I didn't think of it as being weird though I mean every straight man feels this right? I sat down at a bleacher trying not to pay attention to mean 7th graders pointing and laughing at me whispering in each others ears or sometimes they even said these harmful things about me out load. I just put my head down to shy to give the children consequences. Mr. Daddy started yelling at them again and giving them right ups and detention for making fun of me. This made me really blush this time. I mean him being protective of me was attractive... "I SHOULDN'T BE THINKING THAT!!!" iI thought I mean it was really weird as a man to think that and pathetic. I awkwardly thanked Mr. Daddy for that hesitantly because of what happened earlier. "No problem kids can be jerks here." He said. "Ya they can lol" I responded less awkward. We started talking about how we were both new teachers here and about us before we came here and surprisingly we had a lot more in common than what I had, had in common with Mr. Clenkins. We both had the same favorite sport (BaseBall) same favorite food (Bananas) and we both had children his were named 4, 2, and 0. The ages of the kids were also 4, 2, and 0. We kept talking and getting along until Mr. Clenkins walked in he seemed annoyed by us and I didn't know why. I mean what did me and Mr. Daddy do? I walked over to Mr. Clenkins. "Whats wrong did I say something bad?" i asked him. "No just leave me alone you f@g" he responded. "OH UHM... earlier was just a mistake I wasn't paying attention I like females I mean I have a wife sorry if you thought different I know its weird."... "Its fine I didn't really know the full situation I guess". Then Mr. Clenkins walked into the second gym quietly and a bit annoyed still. Hopefully things between us were at least a little okay now that i've basically explained it. I went back to sit next to Mr. Daddy and we talked a bit more until the 6th graders started coming in. I gave the 6th graders there assigned spots on the floor then stood back as Mr. Clenkins explained what they were doing and how PE at middle school works. The kids then got up and went to whatever sport they wanted to do and did that for the rest of class. The 6th graders were easy and didn't really do anything bad nor talk to much but maybe its because they are nervous since its there first day of middle school. A couple hours later the 7th graders started arriving loudly bursting my eardrums with every noice. I was already overwhelmed imagine what it would be like to start talking to them. I tried to get them to sit where they were supposed to and after many tried I somewhat successful so I was semi-satisfied. Mr Clenkins explained the same Thing as he did to the 6 graders. After a bit they got to the different sports some still disobeying and just walking around. One of the kids came up to Me hid name caston or just case. He asked why I was so short than ran away like an idiot. I sorta just laughed thinking about how stupid that interaction was then laughed more when his sagged pants fell all the way down when he tan away. I could see Mr. Daddy laughing at that to and it made me blush so hard >///<.
A couple hours later the 8th grade came and they were sort of boring other than that one that was high as a kite. They were like a mix of 6th and 7th grade. Not to bad but not to good either which was the best class because they were interesting but they weren't annoying.
After that class ended school was over. I walked over to Mr. Daddy. "Hey see you tomorrow I said." "Sure" he responded handing me a small paper with a note on it. It was his number! Actually I don't know why i'm excited...
