Call Me Mr. Cumberbatch

Opening Weekend

Today was Thursday, which meant tomorrow was Friday. Friday meant it was the opening weekend for the school's play. The opening weekend for the school's play, meant a very stressed out Mr. Cumberbatch. And a very stressed out Mr. Cumberbatch...meant an angry Mr. Cumberbatch. 

He's been snappy and unfair to every single one of his classes. Snappy in a way, where if someone even coughs while he's talking, he looses his shit and sends them out in the hall. Not only is that unfair, but it's even worse when he makes the entire class stay behind because, God forbid, one student asked another student a question about an assignment before going to him. 

In the midst of all this madness was the sweet as pie, innocent as a puppy, yet horny as a teenager would be, Cassie Hansen. In all honesty, she was a bit scared, too. Mr. Cumberbatch has never really shown a grumpy side before, or at least, never this grumpy. 

He's been worse in theater, but manages to control himself with the constant reminder that the kids would be in worse shape than him if he kept it up. In English, he didn't care. They could be scarred all they like. 

After finally letting the class go, he slumped into his chair and threw his hands up to his face. Cassie watched him, as she slowly packed her bag, waiting for the last person to finally leave. When they did, Mr. Cumberbatch's voice rang, "Don't bother to stay, I'm not in the mood." 

Ouch. That took a bit of a pang to the heart. But she would feel bad if she just left him feeling miserable like this. He didn't have a second period and she had substitute all this week, so they were just watching a movie. The sub hasn't taken attendance at all, anyways. 

She timidly walked up to his desk and set her bag down in one of the empty desks. "I'd feel bad leaving you like this," she admitted. "You've been pretty moody these past couple weeks. I know it's because of the play, but you have nothing to worry about. We're going to be fine." 

Mr. Cumberbatch glanced up at her through his hands. "What do you know about running a play?" He spat. "The bloody nerves it comes with, the fact that if it fails the district will take away the program, and the other fact that I am leaving the fait of this school's theater department in the hands of children! My job, Cassie! So, as I said, I am not in the mood! Go have someone else stick their fingers in your cunt, cause lord knows you need the practice!" 

Cassie stood in shock; her mouth agape, tears building in her eyes, and her heart almost tearing in two. "I-I...I'm-I'm sorry," she shakily told him. "I'll just...I'll go." She snatched up her bag and started to leave when she heard him sigh and call, "Cassie, wait!" 

But she didn't stop. She went out the door and walked down the hall, down the stairs, until she reached her History class. She was late, but the sub didn't notice. She managed to get into her seat before he had turned around. 

Once the lights were out and the movie started playing, Cassie let the tears flow. He was right, she didn't know about any of that stuff, but he didn't need to be so nasty with her. And she did not go up to him for any pleasurable reasons. She only wanted to help somehow. It hurt to think how he assumes she is that selfish. 

It was near the end of class when her phone vibrated. She looked at the number, but didn't recognize it. They sent a text saying, "I'm sorry. -B xx" It took her a few moments to put two and two together, but soon realized it was Mr. Cumberbatch. 

He got her number from theater. He asked all the kids to give him their contact information in case they couldn't make a rehearsal or something life threatening happened, to where they couldn't be in the play itself. He needed to know from them or a parent and promised he wasn't going to use their numbers for any other reason besides that.